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Trevor's diary is a file exclusive to the 2002 remake version of Resident Evil. It is based on the original concept of a Trevor diary, which failed to make it into the 1996 iteration.
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Nov. 24, 1967
Eleven days have past since arriving on this estate. How did I end up like this? A guy in a lab coat came with a plate of skimpy meal and said to me, "Sorry to put you through this, but it's for security reasons." That's when it hit me. It all makes sense now.
There are only two people that know the secret of this mansion, Sir Spencer and myself. If they kill me, Sir Spencer will be the only person that knows the secret.
But for what purpose? It doesn't matter now. It's too dangerous here. My family... I hope they are all right.
I've decided to escape... Jessica, Lisa, I pray you are safe.
Nov. 26, 1967
How could I be so careless? I lost my favorite lighterāthe one Jessica gave me for my birthday. Now it's going to be that much harder to get out this dark place.
Nov. 13th, the date when my fate was sealed. My aunt was hospitalized just three days before. Jessica and Lisa said that they were going to visit her. I wish I could be there with them.
But wait, even as I'm writing my memory is coming back to me more vividly. Just before I passed out, I remember the men in the lab coats said something like, "Most likely your family is already..." I pray for their safety.
Nov. 27, 1967
Somehow I managed to get out that room. But getting out of this mansion won't be as easy. I have to get past all the boobyātraps. Tiger Eyes, Gold Emblem... I have to try and remember for my own sake.
Nov. 29, 1967
I can't get out. I have tried every possible way to escape but only to be faced with the reality that I'm trapped.
I've been everywhere. The laboratory with the large glass tubes filled with formaldehyde and those dark, wet and eerie caves... What can I do?
At first I didn't want to believe my eyes. But that familiar highāheeled shoe in the corridor... It was like reflex. One name came to my mind, Jessica!
I don't want to believe they share the same fate as me. No! I can't give up hope. I have to hope they're alive.
Nov. 30, 1967
I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days. I feel like I'm going crazy.
Why is this happening to me? Why do I have to die like this? I was too obsessed with designing this ghastly mansion. I should have known better.
Nov. 31, 1967
It was a dark and damp underground tunnel. And another dead end. But even in the darkness something caught my eye.
Carefully, I lit the last match, I had to see what it was.
A grave! But deeply engraved into the stone was my name!
"George Trevor"
At that instant, it all became clear to me. Those bastards knew from the beginning that I'd die here and I fell right into their trap.
But it's too late now. I'm losing it. Everything is becoming so far away. Jessica... Lisa... Forgive me.
Because of my ego, I got both of you involved in this whole damn conspiracy. Forgive me. May god justify my death in exchange for your safety.
George Trevor
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