This Diary belongs to: Anna McGraw
(Diary 1)
January 17, 1985
Well, today's my 12th birthday. My dad bought me this diary since my teacher said my literary skills are lacking and that I should practice more regularly outside'a school. Course daddy didn't tell me that. He said this was just a gift. Well, I'm not sure what to write in these diaries...
I've never seen any real purpose in them. I'll just completely forget about you after a coupla entries. I know myself pretty well.
Anyways, um, dad let me stay home from school today. He let's me do that every year on my birthday as part of my 'special' day. Of course dad's pretty lenient with me ever since mom left with Janey and Kyle. They're my brother and sister by the way.
Anyways, dad says he's better off that atleast he has me and his friends and his job. He's the sheriff here in Ashland! Lucky me gets to be his daughter!
Oh but that's beside the point, well I'm getting kinda tired, so, I'll wrap this up. Dad took me out to eat and to the movies. Then gave me $50. Mom sent me some clothes and my brother and sister sent me some money too.
January 23, 1985
Woah! I nearly forgot about you. See? I told ya I would. Well I'm here now anyways. I'm not sure what to say. It's Saturday. I haven't done much but sit around and watch cartoons and eat cereal. I don't really have a social life. The kids at school pick on me too much.
Like the other day. I said I liked this boy and automatically they called out that I had "Jungle Fever" and locked me into a closet. I was stuck there for hours after school in the dark...My dad and the deputy came runnin' around all over the place lookin' for me.
Then the janitor found me, called my dad, and I was taken out of that school by Friday. I'm going to a new school Wednesday. Til' then I'm stuck going to work with dad and stuff. Mom's flying in to see me though.
January 29, 1985
Mom just left. Of course not without fighting with my dad. She wanted to take me back home with her and Janey and Kyle. Dad objected to it. He said he knows how much of a brainwashing witch she was. Or something like that. Haha!
Dad and mom still love eachother and they know it. I know it! It's only a matter of time before they kiss and make up!
February 10, 1985
Good news diary! Derrick, the new boy from my new school, asked me out to the movies for Valentines Day! I'm so happy! My first actual, real, date! I can't wait! Daddy's not very happy but he says I can go so long as I promise not to kiss anybody.
He's funny ya know? I'm not fast like alot of them city girls! I'm lookin' for the real thing. But oh I can't wait! I wonder if Janie will come over and help me get ready then? I'll get her to do my hair, a little makeup...well, enough so that my dad won't notice it. He says I shouldn't wear makeup until I was 14.
February 14, 1985
My sixth grade class passed out cards today. I got eighteen of them. And we have twenty one kids in our class! My new friend, Ilene, said that the kids here were definitely nicer and she was right! I made alot of friends so far. Still,I can't wait until tonight...
Until then, I've got to get my stuff together so I can go home!
(continued)
Oh diary...it was awful...I got stood up...on my first date ever...I went to the movies and...well...I went there and waited for Derrick but he never showed.Then these girls from my class appeared and pretty much pointed and laughed at me. I guess they were all conspiring against me the entire time. I'm such an idiot!
February 20, 1985
School has been worse than ever. None of the girls will leave me alone about being stood up. They've been picking on me and calling me names...even poking fun at my weight. I know I'm a little chubby but why would I wanna be a walking stick like them? I don't wanna look like someone could pick their teeth with me...
I don't ever wanna go to school again.
February 24, 1985
Hah! I finally did it and it felt great! Those stupid girls. That stupid Connie! She decided to pick on me some more cause her crush was partnered up with me for this writing assignment. He was real sweet and cute too! But he's just a friend, of course she didn't think that! So she came up to me and tried to pick on me.
Well I'll tell ya what! I decked her right in the face!I got tired of her and so I made her nose bleed! Take THAT CONNIE FARCIERT! With your fancy name and your trampy clothes! Hah!
February 25, 1985
I got suspended. = (
March 1, 1985
I got put into another class. Mr. K is cool though! He's the best teacher I've ever had! He's even helped me get an A in math! It's sad though. I only get to be here until May and then I go to the seventh grade. That's junior high. Oh boy.
September 5, 1985
I didn't do much today. I brushed Mable's coat and I helped dad milk Timber and Tammy. Fed the chickens and helped mend the fences. I don't mind helping with the farm though. I enjoy it. I love my animals. I'm sleepy though and smell like hay and outside, I should bathe and take a nap. That's exactly what I'll do...
October 20, 1990
Oh man, I can't believe I lost you for five years! Wow, and you've still got some blank pages in ya. Sheesh, it has been quite awhile huh? Well where should I start?
Back in 1985,during summer I think, we moved out to my grandma's old farmhouse in the country side of Kentucky.That's only like, thirty or forty minutes from my original home in Kentucky actually.
Anyways, I lost you in some boxes. But I found you now. I'm 17 now, by the way. I'm a senior, gonna be 18 this coming January. High school's been pretty rough, but I reckon I've done did better than most. I'm passing and I can't wait until I'm 21!
I decided to walk in the footsteps of Jack McGraw. My father. I want to help people and save people! So I'm goin into law enforcement. This journal will help to keep my mind clear when I start the academy after graduation.
October 31, 1990
My Lord! I done had the best day ever! Today's Halloween and I love Halloween to death! Our school had one of them old timey masquerades. It was wonderful! Everyone dressed up like some sort of fairytale and wore masks. The gym didn't even look like the gym either, but a ballroom!
I got to dance with Eric Marks. He's so cute. Too bad he doesn't like girls though. But that's okay. He was fun to talk to and all. I just wish I woulda met my future love. I wonder who he'll be? Well the food was pretty good too. If ya count seeing giant, smoked, turkey legs and soda out the wazoo covering tables, as bein' good. There were other things, but it was hard to recognize. They tried sticking to the time line best they could.
November 10, 1990
Dad had to go out of town on some official police business. I'm here at home by myself. It's kinda lonely actually. I miss my dad. Not much to do either. I've spent most of my time cleaning the kitchen, living room, dining room and then slept for awhile. Took a shower...um, then I think I went to the store back in town to pick up some essentials.
I eventually got hungry too. So I cooked me up some fried chicken, biscuits and mashed potatoes. I forgot dad wasn't coming home til late, so I made too much. By the way I cook here most of the time. Dad can't cook for nothing, cept he the makes the best pecan pie. That's all he knows how to make. Hah!
November 17, 1990
I'm sorry for so many gaps between older entries and now. I'm just really busy with school and work. I've got to save up as much as I can so I can enroll myself into the Police Academy. I want this so badly. I want to protect people so badly.
Why, just the other day, Mrs.Taylor was pick pocketed! I was coming around back the store with some groceries when I saw the culprit. I dropped my things and went after him.I caught him too! After a long time of chasing him. But I did it, I caught him, roughed him up and got her money back! Dad was so proud.
November 24,1990
It's raining today. I'm sitting out on the porch, watching the rain drop down. I love the rain, it's so soothing. Since it's fall, it's also pretty cold out here, but I can't help it. I just like being out here during this time of year. The soft, green grass being wet with rain, the muddy tire tracks that trail over to the side of the house where dad's truck is. The rustling of the tree branches, shaking off it's golden brown leaves.
Even the dark, grey, stormy sky when it lights up with flashes of lightening. It'd be even better to watch if I had someone here with me.
November 30, 1990
Thanksgiving just recently passed a coupla days ago. What a mess. Mom, her husband, Janey, Janey's daughter, Kyle, Kyle's wife and kids...Katherine and her parents...Emily and her mom and dad. Everyone was here.
We had to set out another table and borrow some chairs from my grandpa Adolph.
Dad spent the entire time moanin and groaning about mom's husband. Mom spent the time lovin' and touchin' her husband. Janey spent her time scrutinizing me about my choice in profession. Her husband was having a heated argument with my brother Kyle about his kids. Cousin Emily was the smart one and stepped out of the house to smoke. Her parents were too busy complaining about how much of failure they thought she was.
I don't see why. From what I heard, her grades are good and she doesn't have trouble in school. Who knows. The only ones that seemed to have been doin' fine were my cousin Katherine, since she was busy staying quiet and to herself. Uncle Patrick, her dad, was baffled by all the ruckus. Every now and then he'd lean over to my dad and ask why everyone was b*tching about retarded things.
All in all, we managed to shut out yaps and start diggin into the food I spent ten hours making. Everyone left with a smile on their faces and with full tummies. Cept for Katherine, but she's always sad.
December 5, 1990
Oh the holidays. Christmas was great when I was a kid, but now it's just a pain in the a**. Shopping, fighting with other shoppers over something, the crowded streets and stores. Ican't even imagine why I even enjoyed it as a kid. I guess I'm just gettin' old or somethin'. Ilene said my spirits would go up if I ever found the man I've been waiting for. She got married the other day too. She's happy and expecting. I think that's the real reason as to why she'seven married. But she says she's happy, so I'll believe it for now.
December 10, 1990
I got my dad this cool new holster. I can't buy guns legally, but I can buy acessories. So I bought him a new, leather, hand crafted, holster for his handgun. I hope he likes it. It cost me two month's wortha paychecks.
I'll wrapit up tonight.
December 19, 1990
Just six more days until Christmas. Joy. Sarcasm intended. Well, guess what? I've adpated pretty well with hiding my thick accent. I'm starting to sound almost normal. That country slang is nearly gone and my grammar's approving quite well. I know it's probably seemingly bad to change myself, but, ya know the academy I'm going to is out in the city. Outside of Kentucky. New York actually. I wanted to be able to adapt better so I wouldn't catch any weird looks.
Funny thing though, I stomped my toe on my dresser this morning and I was shouting out all kinds of explicitives and my accent came hurdling out. I should be more careful. Haha.
December 25, 1990
Merry Christmas. I'm lonely.
Dad liked his holster by the way. I'm glad. Just wish I had someone to hold right now. I must sound so desperate. Ugh.
January 17, 1991
Well, it's been quite some time since the last entry. I guess it only fair to give you some insight on New Years, huh?
Well, I went to this crazy party at Ilene's and her husband's place. I can't remember muchof anything but drinking way too many beers. Then I woke up on their couch with some guy named, George. I was terrified to find out whether I broke my abstinence promise or not.
But Ilene assured me nothing went on besides alot of making out. I went to the doctor just incase. I was fine. Still a virgin. Thank God. But I caught a cold from the b*****d! I got over it though.
January 25, 1991
I just found out I was granted a scholarship via my soccor/track activities at school. Dad wants me to go straight to college, but that's not what I wanna do. I want to go to the academy. It's my choice, I'll consider what my dad has to say, but I'm also gonna consider my own feelings and dreams. I WILL be a police officer. So help me, God , I will.
January 31, 1991
This is the last page in my diary. But it's cool. I went out and bought a new one though.
I've made my decision, I'm going to the academy. Dad says he understands and will support my decisions 100%. Good ol' dad. I'll miss him the most when I'm gone. Well, I've got some things to take care of. I'll try to keep up more with you, diary.
Til next time, Anna.
(Back of the last entry page)
No specific date entailed
So sorry! I've been so friggin' busy lately with the academy, my job, my social life. All kinds of things are going on and have been ocurring since the last time I had any kind of time to write in you. Things are getting hectic. I mean, I thought the academy training would be a breeze! It isn't. They gave up training pistols. Turns out they're liscensed to allow their underaged students to use those atleast. I'm not that great of a shot like I thought I was.
Oh, I've gotten ahead of myself. Well,last time I wrote anything, I was still in Kentucky.I moved out sometime in July. I had enough savings to get an appartment here in the Bronx. I hate it here. There's nothing but filthy streets, homeless people, gang fights, murders, rape, you name it, they've got it.
Someone needs to put a stop to it and it WILL be me! Besides all of that, my apartment inside was a mess. Dirty walls, sinks, windows. Torn wall a paper. Ripped carpet. And my God, the smell! THE SMELL! It reeked for awhile. Thankfully, mom had come to New York with me for my first two weeks. She helped me clean up and get situated.
Janey, my older sister, was with her too. We managed to make this crappy ranshackle inn look actually descent. We repainted the walls, scrubbed and polished not to mention replaced the crack, porcelain toilet and bathtub/shower. I brought some furniture from home and was gifted some nice furniture from mom and Janey. So it's pretty good looking in here.I miss home though. I miss thecountry side. I miss the fresh air. I guess I'm pretty homesick now.
I'm running out of space so, until I get some free time...
(Diary 2)
March 10, 1993
Again, I've neglected to keep up with my entries. I miss it so much. Writing with you that is. Atleast when I kept up with you, I had something to do and something to look back on during the archives of my life. Now, I've just got all kinds of crap working against me.Well, let's see, I was suppose to graduate at top of my class this year. Then the marksman test came flying outta nowhere. I failed it. So I have to re-take it again.
This blows. Ontop of that, Greg asked me out. He's a good looking man. Tall, broad-shoulders, the bluest of eyes I've ever seen. Unlike my brown ones. Lori said he was just after me for one thing. I dunno, maybe. I mean it is too good to be true to have a good looking man like him tailing after me. Then again, Kay told me she was just jealous so I don't know who to believe. I'm 20 years old for Christ's sake. I'm too old for this gossip bull-s**t.
March 14, 1993
I got a call from Uncle Patrick. He asked if Katherine was by any chance here. I told him she wasn't and he was pretty upset. He went on to notify me that someone came to her door, this lady who was the former wife of Mark Ortega, Uncle Pat's best friend. I never liked him. Sadly, he was found murdered at his home. Poor Katherine saw everything,but never could speak up as to who did it. She was terrified. Course she was only maybe, 12 at the time. She's what? 23 now?
Even then, he said Dorothy showed her ugly face and Katherine went running away somewhere. They hadn't found her. I feel sorry for my cousin Kathy. She's been through so much. She's always sad, she tried killing herself twice and was picked on at school too but much worse than I was. She'd gotten a little better and was a librarian. She's pretty much a genius. A very timid genius. I use to wish I had a mind like hers.
Hope she's okay.
March 15, 1993
I went out with Greg tonight. It was nice, we went out to dinner and he took me for a walk in the park. We had a long discussion about our goals in life. I thought for sure when he went to kiss me that this was the love I'd been waiting for. But when he and I were sitting alone in my living room, my phone rung and sure enough it was my Uncle Patrick. He told me Katherine still wasn't home and that he called in a missing person's report. They sent this guy, Johnathan Robins, a Search and Rescue officer out to find her. Hope he succeeds. Well I got caught up listening to the details when Greg got up, slipped his jacket on and went out my door, slamming it shut.
I wonder what I did to piss him off so much...Ah man, I messed up..
March 20, 1993
Greg and I saw eachother at the academy today. I asked him why he barged out the way he did the other night. He says he doesn't find it attractive when a girl distracts herself from him. Then he went on to say that he doesn't like hicks anyway. He called me a hick! The b*****d! So I smacked him one across the face. Then I punched him. I got into trouble and again, was suspended. But it's alright, my instuctor came over to help me practice with my shooting.
Oh and by the way, they found Katherine a few days ago. She was in this one town, it's a ghost town, actually. Wonder what she was doing there...Either way, that officer found her, but according to Uncle Pat, she and the officer came back with a really close relationship. Oddly enough, they also came back with a shitload of wounds marking their bodies. I wonder what happened...
And in other news, I heard some more missing reports. This salesman named, Drake Red. That famous, ex-model, Lisa Wilson and the son of a celebrity Special FX artist, James Walker. They still haven't been found. What a weird combination of missing people.
April 16, 1993
I took my test again. Once more, I failed by just two measely points. I can't believe I'm that bad of a shot. I'm actually ashamed of myself. Ah well, I'll try again in a coupla months. Oh, it was dad's birthday too today. I'm flying home to spend the weekend there with him and his friends. Can't wait to see everyone!
April 20, 1993
I just got home today. I was in Kentucky for four days straight. It was nice. Everything is the same way I Ieft it. Change is nice sometimes, but it's always better when things stay the same. Atleast I think so. But then again, that's just me. I've got until next year to complete my test. When I'm 21, I can finally go out and apply for a job at the precinct. But I don't wanna work here in New York anymore. There's nothing but crooked cops, crooked politics, and people who just won't help themselves but expect others to give them handouts every single time ya turn around.
I can't protect people who don't want it.
June 10, 1993
Today Katherine called me. She was calling to ask me for some advice. She's still seeing that officer who found her. From what she's described, he's a really fun and interesting man. Loving too! I'm happy for her, as a matter of fact it'd been a long time since I've seen her this happy. I hope everything works out for her.
Other than that, I'm going out with some friends tonight. To a bar actually. We're gonna get our friend, Perry, wasted out of his mind and videotape it. Sounds like some silly, teenage, plan...but I think everyone could use some inner child spirit sometimes.
June 11, 1993
Well diary, Sophie's prank backfired on us. Or rather on me. I had this massive hangover today and Perry along with Sophie came over with their videocamera. They plugged it into my tv and forced me to watch my idiotic behavior from last night. I had to laugh though. I've never seen what I look like drunk, but I'll be damned if I ever get plastered ever again! I was running around with a bottle in my grasp, flirting with this guy, then pretty much had my arms around him, playing-fighting with him. He was a good sport, he was play-fighting with me too, then inevitably, he took my bottle away and told me enough was enough. He wasn't mad, but it looked like her was concerned. How embarassing. But hey! He gave me his phone number!
Then by the time the tape was nearly over, there I was, blowing chunks in the street infront of the bar. That guy was holding my hair back and Perry and Sophie were giggling behind the camera. I also seemed to have noticed that my red hair is a rusty color. How ugly. Sophie said she'd make me a copy of the tape. It was still fun from what I could remember, though embarassing when the singing parts came in. Both Perry, Sophie and me were singing Nirvana songs the whole night. Screwing the words up horribly. Haha..
((Fillin in the gaps later...for now I wanted to, like, write entries for between the time Anna escaped '98 Raccoon til the '12 incident))
(Diary 6)
December 8, 1998
It's been three months since Raccoon City... What an awful event in my life. I've seen so many things...that just weren't human. That no man, woman nor child should ever have to see or experience. There was this viral outbreak. Some sort of virus that infected the citizens and turned them into what looked like zombies.
I'm not crazy! I know they were zombies! I know what they were! Everyone tells me they were just rabid. That they're skin was detriorating. That's not it! It just can't be! I saw them die. I saw people die and then re-animate! They ATE people for ******** sake! I remember their groaning. The terrible smell...The way they shuffled around aimlessly...
My therapist insists otherwise, but I know what I saw. I know about the monsters. About K-9. About those human beings that were experimented on. I know all about Umbrella's doing! Everyone does! But they're trying to conceal it. I don't care so long as I never had to go through it again.
December 10, 1998
I had another nightmare. I was stuck in Raccoon City being persued by that damned, overgrown, mutated mutt. It...it'd killed him. I saw it kill him. Him and James. Oh God...make the nightmares go away.
December 12, 1998
It just won't leave me alone! Why won't it leave me alone!? I can't sleep! I can't eat! I can't function right. What's wrong with me?! I'm alive. James is alive and I'm sure Richard is...He has to be! He just has to...
December 15, 1998
I was walking down the hallway of my father's house. I'm in Kentucky again, by the way, well, I was walking around and suddenly I got this huge headache. I felt my bodygo numb. My nerves twitch and then I started hearing things.
I heard shuffling. I reached over and grabbed ahold of a kitchen knife and started to walk around the corner and then I saw it! I saw oneof those zombies! I tried to attack it, but then it grabbed me and was trying to keep my arm back and was going for my face with it's stretched opened mouth...
Then I heard something else:
"Anna! Anna, get ahold of yourself!"
It was my father. I nearly killed my father...Oh God...
December 31, 1998
I got around to locating James' family. Well his survivng family. They didn't want him though.. They said they didn't want to deal with some mentally/emotionally unbalanced kid. The assholes! I'll take careof him. I wanted to anyway. He's only eight years old. He was a survivor whom lost his parents in Raccoon. He's as terrified as I am. Sometimes at night he comes into the room, crying because he's scared. So I let him sleep in the bed with me.
I guess this is what it feels like to be a mom. Still though, I can't help but wonder about Richard's whereabouts. I wish I knew if he were alright...God dammit Richard.
I guess I should explain a little about him to you. He's this man I met early on in the outbreak. He was handcuffed when I laid eyes on him. Or rather, when he laid eyes on me. He found me. Not the other way around like most stories go.
Well, he found me when I was trying to escape the RPD. I had lost my keys, my money, everything except my gun and some clips. I'll never forget the expression of terror and exhaustion on his face. It was the same as mine..
(continued on another page)
Eventually we stuck together and had to go through so much crap in the RPD, looking for some keys to release him. Wouldn't you know it, there were none. Either way, eventually we came across this other cop whom had keys. Richard was uncuffed, that cop was bitten and infected...Then we got chased down bythis giant, dog monster. Fleeing from the station, finally, we'd came across City Hall. Richard wanted to find something for the officer and went on ahead, told me and this other guy, Mark, to stay with Jake, the wounded officer.
Then we got attacked by some mangey dobermans. Also infected. I got severely injured...Bouttime Richard got back Jake had turned into one of the undead...I had to shoot him in the head...I nearly cried. I had to stay tough though. For Richardand Mark's sake. So I did.
Richard came up with thisplan to take the tram outta Raccoon or atleast to the nearby hospital. He was worried about my injuries...though I told him not to worry he decided to take it upon himself to go out and hunt for something to treat me.
During that time, I'd found James hiding beneath a seat. His parents already dead. I took him in but then a huge hole got ripped though the roof and that ******** dog was there trying to get us! Mark grabbed onto James and I threw myself onto the ground until we heard some gunshots. I knew then it had to have been Richard.
When the monster disappeared I ran off to get to him before that mutt did. I was worried and I guess by that time I'd already developed some sort of attatchment to him.
(next page)
I'd found Richard hiding in some piping in this station. The monster was trying to get to him, but I had luckily got my hands on a shotgun from a fallen officer outside. I killed it, or so I had told myself when it stopped moving...Richard was safe and he helped me back to the tram. If it wasn't for him, I know I'd have died on several occasions. Mostly because I would'vejust given up...
It was still a long night...that monster ended up coming back, Mark was slaughtered, and by the end of everything, I was separated from Richard. I don't know why, but when I knew I wasn't going to see him again, my heart ached. I wanted so badly to escape with him. I wanted him to be with me and James...but it just didn't happen.
I found myself out of town and managed to call my father. He'd came into PA and picked up James. I stayed though. I had togo back for Richard. I never found him...
January 17, 1999
It's my 26th birthday. I'm not very happy though. I'm not feeling well either. James and my dad made me dinner and a cake. It was nice but...I just couldn't bring myself to getting out of bed.
I was tired. The passed couple of weeks were hell. I had to go through papers tolegally adopt James. I had to enroll him into school. I had to take him and myself to a therapist. In which case I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrom. Lucky me, eh?
To top it all off, I tried to file a missing person's report on Richard. It failed though. All I knew was his name was Richard Holden and what he looked like. Not much else.
January 23, 1999
I'm going back to college. I decided I wanted to get involved in the government. At first I felt like sewing my revenge against all who were joined with Umbrella but then...the more I thought about it, the more I just wanted to make sure nothing like that ever happened again.
So I'm gonna get a degree and head for a place in the CIA.
February 1, 1999
James asked me about Richard today. I guess he misses him too. It's amazing what kind of bond you create in situations such as Raccoon City's. I guess we both got close to him.
I didn't know what to say though. I just told him I'd find him some day. I will. But somehow I'm scared to. What if he's dead? What if when I do find him he won't want to see me? I might bring back bad memories...
What if he has a whole new life by then and doesn't need me to wreck it for him? What am I saying? Tch, it's not like love the guy. I mean as a friend, sure, but romantically, no. Right? Of course...
Still though...it'd be nice to see that gruff face of his again. Even if he can be a b*****d sometimes.
