User:Shirax

It's simple: Get in, save as many as you can, get out. That`s what they told me. Simple. Ha-ha...

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Name: Shirax

Level: 6

Category: Military/Medic

Current status: Alive

Kills: 7

Affiliations: Free-lancer

Pre-Malton life

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I dreamed of being a doctor. That was why I joined the army. I wouldn't be bored in my office listening to some kid complaining about a nose-bleed. No. I would get the real stuff: Bullet wounds, Cuts, Shrapnel, Burns, Etc. So I gave my best. And then, just 7 months from joining, my unit gets called to Malton. You can surely imagine how exited I was when they (by "they" I mean top brass) told us Malton was some sort of War-Zone. And guess what? I got to be the first bastard to get parachuted.

Arrival to Malton

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My first impression about Malton was... How can I put it?... The place seemed way too quiet, almost lifeless. It looked like anything but a battlefield. The chopper flew over Julie General Hospital. I jumped there. The parachute deployed, and I was treated with a beautiful view of the hospital's rooftop. When I landed, I turned around and gave the pilot a thumbs up. He pointed to his watch, and said (in hand gestures) "you have 45 minutes".

45 Minutes

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I would like to point out that in this moment, things started to go wrong.

Wounded. There was a lot of wounded people inside the building. Now, what bothered me was not the number of people, but the way they were injured: Scratches, cuts, gashes, and most confusing, bites. What the hell...

Hell

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I did whatever I could do for those people. I cured most of them, but some passed away, victims to an infection I did not know. The bodies of these people were unceremoniously thrown out of the building by the healthy, a practice that sparked my curiosity.

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