User:Dunstan Smit

This is an interview with Dunstan Smit. He's one of the defenders working to keep Fort Perryn safe from the zombies in Malton. Make sure you remember to use your new speech to text converter.

Start Recording, Interview #7, with Dunstan Smit, 2008-07-14 20:28:00

Before I ever knew anything about zombies, or the military, I was a med school student. I worked for 2 years in a hospital.

Sorry Dunstan, but I'm gonna need you to fast forward to your involvement with the outbreak.

Oh, okay. After my 28th birthday, I joined the Irish Army. Went through training quickly. Got put into an Infantry Brigade. Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident. The damned Queen was begging for help getting her country in order. Ireland was the first country to respond. We coulda told her to stuff it, if we weren't so damn nice...

Did they tell you anything? About the zombies I mean.

No, the brass didn't want us dirtying their suits...

My team was taken to the Malton border. Our mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 ,just sitting in Shillito Drive Railway Station. We didn't want any civvies getting ahold of explosives. It was supposed to go to Fort Perryn, but the rail lines had been clogged up with abandoned trains. We mounted up on a couple of jeeps, they let us through the gates, and we 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 the sarge couldn't leave them.

We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed on the floor. We picked her up, and kept working the radio. Her body attracted some Zs to our position. I didn't know they were what they were at the time, so when we opened fire, it was a big surprise to see that they didn't go down. All they did was moan like some fuckin' invalids, and chase after you. I put a whole mag into one of them and it didn't slow down... Fuck, one of them got behind us and pulled out Sergeant Somers. I can still remember his screaming. Suddenly I was in charge, and my squad had their screaming heads in their asses. They were coming in from all sides, so I yelled at everyone who could hear me to follow. We retreated into a factory, and barricaded ourselves into the second floor. We were short three men and two children.

Why weren't you rescued?

Shit...I don't know. Maybe General Kevin thought our asses were expendable. We did call for evac and we got a response saying to hold out for ten minutes. Ten-fucking-minutes my ass. We were there for five days. We were dehydrated, and all our medical supplies were used to treat Leeson's bite. He was dying.

How did you do it?

How did we do it? Live you mean? I'll show you how.

[He holds up a bottle of whisky] The factory's top floor warehouse was full of this stuff. It kept us alive. We didn't give it to the kids of course. We gave them most of our water- it was all gone in a day.

Bastards eventually some-how got through. We barricaded everything, we thought we were safe, but it just wasn't enough, they were like some damn termites. James got a lucky headshot on one of them, and that was just a revelation. I could've hit myself, sometimes I do hit myself when I remember. We never tried the brain. I yelled for my squad to aim for the head. Bastards were already climbing up the stairs. Too late. Too fucking late. They were close enough to grab now, the children and two of my squadmates ran away and I found myself under a pile of flesh eating corpses. After a while, they just left me alone. For a few minutes I could see everything around me. I noticed, just before I died, that the ones who were grabbing me and stroking my wounds and trying to comfort me, were the ones who hadn't attacked me. Of course they could've just been trying to eat me. I was too drunk to feel pain. Then I took my last breath.

But that wasn't your last breath...

No. You should know that, I'm the one that revived your ass after all.

Yeah...anyways

The next thing I remember was...me, like I was watching myself from a third person view. I still have nightmares about those people I killed. Sometimes it's my own men I am attacking. Sometimes it's my mum, god bless her soul. I wandered all over the place, got shot a few times by some desperate survivors who were hunting during the winter freeze. First winter of the quarantine, everyone thought that they would freeze.

They didn't really stand a chance against my more experienced zombie bros, but I got downed quite a few times. I got up every time. Then one day I had a stroke of luck. Someone snuck up behind me and jabbed me with something sharp while I was hunting in a fancy office building. Before I could react like a true zombie, 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 bloody sun blew its load in my face. I felt my chest, and I felt scars.

I got up from the bed and heard footsteps. She came into the room. It was a lady, a young one, with a bloody white coat and glasses. She giggled and told me, in a tiny voice "Don't worry, nothing's getting in here." Her gaze rested on my legs and she giggled some more. I was stark naked, and I hadn't realized it. I retreated behind my bed, embarrassed to say the least, and after a bit of rummaging I found my pants, boots, and shirt. I found a friendly post-apocalyptic cafeteria-lady in the cafeteria, and she served me some food. I sat with some of the refugees and shot the shit for a couple hours before I decided to head out.

I went back to the doctor-looking lady, and after a bit of conversation on the state of Malton, she handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn to regroup with the American military. She thought I was Yank, which was kinda funny. I bid her farewell, then went to the cafeteria-lady for a bag of food. They were real generous.

It took about two days to get to Fort Perryn. At Perryn, I joined up with an American combat unit who had been fighting to reclaim the Fort. This unit consisted mainly of volunteers from the 82nd Airborne Division, and a few civilians who decided it was best to stick around the 82nd. I've spent nearly a year in that unit since then.

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