Doctor's confession

I can hardly recognize this place. Perhaps the plants are subject to the experimental drugs' effects. All I know is that I will die today. I will go to hell to pay for what I have done.

I was one of the doctor's involved in the experiments here. The test drugs supplied by Umbrella were routinely administered to patients and results returned to the company. We were trading human lives for money.

Their scheme had run off the tracks. They were completely out of control. I've only recently come to know that the data is apparently being used by Umbrella for the development of biological weaponry.

We are all criminals here, but the Administrator alone had the ultimate motivation in his wife. Her disease had been declared incurable, and the prognosis had driven him to try any and all means to help her.

It wasn't long until the police got wind of the illegal drug imports, but they never pressed charges as threatened. That's when I first became aware of Umbrella's power. They even control the police.

After what happened with the reporter, we thought the hospital could not longer slide beneath the media's radar. We were wrong. Money makes the world go round, and it also keeps people quiet.

It's been 5 years since then. I've moved on. Move away from Raccoon. But I still hear the screams. They never stop. Perhaps this insanity is some sort of divine punishment for my crimes against humanity.

I doubt anyone will ever read this, but it doesn't matter in the end. Nothing matters now. I've had enough of this. All of it. All I want now is sweet release.

Alan