User:Dunstan Smit

My Story

A while back I joined the Irish marines. I excelled in placing and defusing explosives so the military offered me a chance to be the demo specialist on a covert ops unit. I accepted. The years came and went as I fought in undisclosable locations. Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident. My team was taken to the Malton border. My mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 ,just sitting in Shillito Drive Railway Station, so that no civilians could get a hold of it. We mounted up on a jeep and went out, the streets were almost completely deserted, except for the snow...and a handful of school children. Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but I couldn't leave them. We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed on the floor. Her body attracted some Zs to our position. I panicked and opened fire. I put a whole clip into one of them and it didn't slow down. James got a lucky headshot on one of them. I yelled for my squad to aim for the head. Too late. They were close enough to grab now, the children ran away and I found myself under a pile of corpses. The next thing I remember was...me, like I was watching myself from a third person view. I know I mauled many innocent people, I still have nightmares about those people. Sometimes it was my own men I was attacking, in others I was descending on my mother while she was trapped in corner of my childhood home. Then one day I had a stroke of luck, someone jabbed me with something sharp while I was hunting in a fancy office building. Before I reacted my knees buckled and my entire body felt like it was being ripped apart and stitched back together. I woke up in a sick bay of sorts, with a huge headache. The burning summer sun was shining in my face. I felt several bullet scars on my body. I got up from the bed and noticed a small bump on the door frame to my left. It was a shoulder. Tensing for a quick scuffle I turned the door and grabbed the abomination's neck, I was aiming to snap it's neck. As fast as I had turned the corner I let go of her neck, it was a lady, a young one, with a dirty white coat and glasses. In her hand was a revolver and under her coat I could see the unmistakable bulge of 5 more revolver holsters. She giggled, she told me, in a sweet voice: don't worry, the place is heavily barricaded, nothin's getting in here, atleast...nothing without some imagination. Her gaze rested on my legs and she giggled some more. I was stark naked! I grabbed the old sheets from the bed inside the room I had been sleeping in and turned it into a toga. My head ached. I told her about my mission. Her lips turned into a wide grin, and she laughed. Her goodbye to me was: "I know the explosives you're talking about. I raided that train two and a half years ago, you failed your mission." Harsh words, but she filled me in on everything that had happened since my mission all those years ago, she even told me where I could be much more useful. I found some food and a pair of pants off a dead body. Later in the day she handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn. It was a short but dangerous journey. At Perryn, I joined up with an American combat unit who was sent in to reclaim the Fort. I've spent nearly 7 months in that unit since then. --Dunstan 02:53, 17 February 2009 (UTC)

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