An in-universe document written by SRT Captain Angela Miller. It was released with the Japanese DVD box set and also Biohazard Degeneration Visual & Scenario Archive book.
The diary chronicles Angela’s investigation into WilPharma and her chasing his brother Curtis Miller’s trail as he meets secretly with Frederic Downing. It is addressed to Curtis’s deceased child who died during the Raccoon City incident. For context the events of Degeneration take place on 12 November 2005.
This report has been translated by REP staff member, theBatman.
TRANSLATOR’S NOTE: The original transcript has the first four entries dated in August. This is a mistake and should be July. Also monitors in the movie suggest the events of Degeneration take place on October 23rd, 2005. This is again incorrect and production notes confirm the film takes place in November.
I saw the incriminating photo today.
It was a photograph published on TerraSave’s website, showing victims of a clinical trial conducted by WilPharma in India. How could something so terrible have been done? Why didn’t anyone stop it before so much damage was done?
Clearly, this is beyond the scope of a clinical trial. If all of this is true, then WilPharma’s actions should never be allowed to stand. Even if it were a legally permitted clinical trial.
TerraSave warns on its website that it is prepared to take the case to the International Criminal Court if the U.S. Government does not directly investigate or legally sanction WilPharma.
I wonder if I should have listened to your father more…
When he took issue with WilPharma…
I have to know.
Why did WilPharma need to conduct clinical trials in India? Why are they still silent?
Developing medicines costs a lot of money. It also takes a long time.
Researchers work with chemical substances from scratch, and after repeated animal testing, only those that are confirmed to be safe are sent for clinical trials on humans.
Nearly 10 billion dollars and nearly 10 years…
Such investment is made with the expectation of a payback. However, naturally there are risks involved.
The less risk, the better.
Therefore, everyone is trying to cut down on this nearly 10 billion dollars and nearly 10 years.
Clinical trials conducted overseas are said to be one such measure. Especially in Asia. According to one company’s website, labour costs are low and there is an abundance of human resources. However, this is not limited to WilPharma. Other pharmaceutical companies are doing the same. If damage such as this is happening behind each one of these clinical trials, then WilPharma’s bullish silence is understandable.
If this is the norm for the pharmaceutical industry, WilPharma cannot be blamed alone.
Or was Curtis convinced of something? WilPharma is stubbornly keeping its mouth shut. Even in this town the subject is not brought up.
I took advantage of some off-duty time to come to Washington D.C.
Through an old colleague, I was able to meet with a person in charge of the development department at a pharmaceutical company. He told me that it is extremely rare for a group of people to experience serious side effects like those of WilPharma in the human clinical trial phase. However, he could not say it was completely impossible.
In fact, in the clinical trials he was involved in when he was still a newcomer, there was only one recorded death of unknown cause. He abruptly declined to say any more, so when I asked him, in jest, if this medicine was on the shelves, he just smiled wryly.
It seems WilPharma is a hot topic of conversation in the industry. After such a serious accident came to light, it seems clear that it is fatal in terms of the company’s survival, but there may be other reasons for keeping silent. This is because, at one point, he had heard WilPharma had signed a secret contract with the Pentagon. However, this was only at a level that did not go beyond rumour, and since then nothing has been heard of it.
It had been a while since I’d been in D.C., so I stopped by Kato’s store.
As usual, he kept saying in poor English that ‘the store business is going down the drain.’
I met an interesting man at the shop. He was from Mexico; his family seems to be very wealthy, and he boasted that he had been to 132 countries. He told me that he now works driving abandoned rental cars back to the designated office. He said it was like getting paid to travel all over the United States. Out of curiosity, I asked him if he had ever seen your father, but he simply said, “No.”
I got a call from the Chief.
Apparently, someone tipped him off that I have been sniffing around WilPharma. I was more or less expecting that. They have not taken kindly to me ever since your father was arrested for going against WilPharma. Rather, they don’t like the fact that the sister of a criminal is a member of their own police force.
I am not willing to deal with their childish harassment now. Except when it goes beyond me personally and is directed at my subordinates. That must never happen.
When they joined my team, they laughed and told me that they gave up on their promotion prospects a long time ago. They are fine with the way things are now.
But the higher the rank, the higher the reward. They have families too. I can’t help but be happy about that. I can’t just take advantage of their goodwill. Never.
At that time, Curtis pressed WilPharma to clarify the unknown aspects of the research facility.
On that one point alone, I still don’t think he was to blame. But it is also true that Curtis went too far.
Unfortunately, in that moment, his actions led to his arrest, and he was dealt with accordingly.
If I deny that, then I am not qualified to remain in my current position.
The first arrests were made today.
Six university students from the East who had gathered to accuse WilPharma got into an argument with staff from the wood processing store over drinks. This town is different from the city. It may be somewhat unfair to these eastern students but accusing WilPharma in this town is always a bad idea. This rural town, which was on the decline, has been brought back to life and prosperity incomparable to what it was 10 years ago. For the residents here, WilPharma is something to be praised, not criticised.
The town’s economy would not be what it is today without WilPharma. No matter how obnoxious Davis is, he will be sent back to Washington to represent the residents in the next election. This town has changed. Everything is different from when your father and I grew up.
Where is your father now?
For the first time in a long time, there have been reports about that city.
It seems that the memorial service will be held again this year, before winter sets in.
That nameless city, where even 100 miles away you cannot enter the surrounding area.
It seems that the government is still conducting its investigation into the city, but we, the bereaved families, have not even been told if the results of the investigation will be made public. It has already been seven years since then. The days I spent with you in the midst of time are still fresh in my mind as if they were yesterday.
Today I received a call from an old friend.
He found out through a mutual friend that I went to DC the other day. I had heard rumours, but he was already a dad of three daughters, all settled down. He told me that I should accept the past as the past and live my life in search of happiness.
In that sense, maybe I haven’t yet accepted the past as the past.
But how can I accept the past when none of the truth has been brought to light?
I can’t. There is no way I can accept it.
I went to your house today with a real estate agent. It was to have them do an appraisal.
Tonight, for the first time in a long time, I will sleep in your bed, which I used to snuggle into.
I finally got to meet someone from TerraSave.
He had been the executive director when Curtis was still a member of their organisation. He had always been a temperamental yet intellectual sort of man, and I thought he could tell me more about the clinical trials WilPharma was conducting in India. But he seemed to think I was some kind of spy sent by Harvardville Police Department.
He knows that Harvardville is a difficult place to live for people who are hostile towards WilPharma.
He knows it is such a tight-knit town.
That’s why he seemed to misunderstand that because I had lost my standing thanks to my brother’s actions, I was now trying to get information about TerraSave, WilPharma’s current adversary, in order to redeem my reputation.
In the end, I left the meeting without being able to ask him anything I really wanted to know.
What on earth am I doing?
Today, I went out drinking with the SRT crew as a welcome party for the new members.
A drunken Greg always said:
‘Curtis was right, even if his actions were a bit extreme. If I had lost someone I loved and knew that the same mistake could happen again, I would do everything I could to help, whether I was arrested or not.’
In some cases, he would go directly to the person he wanted to discuss the matter with, as Curtis did.
Even though Curtis was remembered by the townsfolk as a man who drank and got into fights everywhere, I remember him well. Curtis Miller was a fine doctor.
It was not a story I wanted to share with the newcomers, so I interrupted him in mid-sentence, but I am glad that there are people who believe in me.
This morning, I received a call from the man in TerraSave.
He said he had seen Curtis. He said it was just a coincidence that they passed each other, but he was sure. He said he had gone into the Savoy Hotel in Chicago.
Without thinking, I yelled at him that this was the only place he would ever come back to.
Curtis’ name was not on the guest list at the Savoy Hotel. When I showed him a picture, one of the housekeepers said that she had seen someone who looked like him. She said he was staying in room 1438. Based on her information, I visited the front desk again. The address given by the man in room 1438 was in St Louis. But when I checked with St Louis, I discovered that no such address exists. I am chasing a ghost.
I received a letter this morning from someone who claims to be a friend of yours. He is a young man named Horace. Do you remember him?
He wrote to me because he heard the name ‘Harvardville’ for the first time in a long time because of the WilPharma case. He moved to Chicago the year after you left town because of his father’s work. Unfortunately, I did not know him.
He dreams of becoming a doctor in the future. He wrote that his goal is to be like your father.
He is going to visit this town with his friends later this year.
For now, I will forget everything, reread his letter whilst thinking of the person I never knew you to be, and enjoy a moment of happiness.
Davis paid the chief a visit.
I don’t know what it was about, but he came running in with such a swagger that he must have been nagging him to step up patrols around WilPharma and his residence.
The city has been somewhat unsettled since one of the three major networks reported on the clinical trials the other day.
Rumour has it that TerraSave is planning a large demonstration.
Meetings continue day after day. A TerraSave demonstration is scheduled before the National Pharmaceutical Conference in a week’s time. The chief is very nervous about this.
But the city is as silent as ever, as are most of the residents. It’s as if they don’t care.
No matter how much noise is made on the Internet and in the media, it does not seem to affect the residents of this town. If you shut it off, that’s all you need to do.
I am happy to say that my job as a police officer went off without a hitch today. Thank you.
Today, too, the city is peaceful.