I had an interesting conversation with Dr. Greg Mueller today. He’s become a good friend while I’ve been here, partly because we first bonded over our almost matching surnames, and he reminds me a bit of my own father. Wish we actually were related somehow, it’d be nice.
Anyway, I mentioned offhandedly to Greg my desire in the future to have a child, and he delightedly told me about a new fertility drug Umbrella has been working on that they need test subjects for. The project for observing the effects of the drug would require actually getting its test subjects pregnant from various anonymous donors, and carefully monitoring the health of the baby and the mother. He told me I’d be a great candidate for it, and I let him know I was absolutely interested.
As nice as it would be to raise a child with a loving husband and not have to work this extremely taxing job all the while, I’d do just about anything to be a parent.
Subjects need to be on the drug for three months before artificial insemination occurs. I’ll be starting next week.
First day starting my fertility treatment. One of the researchers, Carter, joked about how I was finally pulling my weight in Umbrella research. I know he was trying to be funny, but it stung a little. I’m plenty aware that my condition stints my ability to work, but I try as hard as I can. That’s why I joined Umbrella Pharmaceuticals in the first place, to help create and distribute medications for ill and disabled people like myself. Not to mention the healthcare that comes from working here lets me purchase my insulin for practically pennies.
It’s officially the three month mark, and my insemination is today. They’re really wasting no time starting this project, I’m almost a little worried. Things feel rushed, maybe too rushed. You can’t rush science, or it’ll blow up in your face. I may not be a head researcher but I know that much.
Just got the test back! It’s official! I’m going to have a baby!
Linda told me the truth. I’ve been lied to this whole time, about the project, about my use as a subject, about what Umbrella’s intentions have been from the start.
Soon they’re going to give us abortions and shut down the project. I’m scared. I don’t know if I’ll be of any more use to them once I’m no longer their test subject. I’m already barely able to keep up with their demanding labor as it is.
I’ve decided to leave. Leave Umbrella, leave America, go home and never return. I want to leave this part of my life behind me. But I’m taking one thing with me.
I can’t be sure that they’re really terminating our pregnancies as opposed to just terminating us. I wouldn’t put it past them after what I was told. Linda and Michael promised they’d cover for me, essentially faking a report to let me off the hook. I couldn’t be more grateful to them.
Whoever this Albert Wesker is, I hope he never comes to discover this child.
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