Official Transcript
The man in the sunglasses won't even let me make a phone call. I don't have the luxury of time to explain everything that's happened. There has been an accident in the lab and my colleagues have become infected, with a terrible virus. This virus robs its victims of their humanity, forcing them to walk the corridors of this wretched mansion as mindless zombies. I can hear them, pressing against my door like demonic, hungry animals. Sadly, I too am infected. I feel hot and itchy all over, and I am slowly losing my mind.
I know that there is no hope for me, but I have left help for others who may come to this place. My access is limited to the experimental subject in the attic. If someone can get in there, I'm certain there is enough evidence to shut down Umbrella for good. I have disabled the biometric thumb scanner on the door by removing a microchip. It took all my courage, but I severed my thumb and placed it in the freezer.
I hope this will help anyone who reads this note. If so, it will be my last saving grace as a human.