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===Pre-Malton life=== | ===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 | 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 excited 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 | ===Arrival at 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. | 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 | The chopper flew over Julie General Hospital. I jumped there. The parachute deployed, and I was treated to 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". | 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=== | ===45 Minutes=== | ||
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I would like to point out that | I would like to point out that at '''this''' moment, things started to go awry. | ||
Wounded. There | Wounded. There were 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... | What the hell... | ||
===Hell=== | ===Hell=== | ||
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I did whatever I could | I did whatever I could for those people. I cured most of them, but some passed away, victims to an infection I did not recognize. The corpses were unceremoniously thrown out of the building by the healthy, a practice that sparked my curiosity. Though I | ||
{{Scalpels}} | {{Scalpels}} | ||
Revision as of 23:21, 15 October 2008
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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Anti-zombie Squad |
| This user or group supports the Anti-zombie squad |
| Name: Shirax |
| Level: 6 |
| Category: Military/Medic |
| Current status: Alive |
| Kills: 7 |
| Affiliations: Free-lancer |
Pre-Malton life
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 excited 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 at Malton
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 to 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
I would like to point out that at this moment, things started to go awry.
Wounded. There were 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
I did whatever I could for those people. I cured most of them, but some passed away, victims to an infection I did not recognize. The corpses were unceremoniously thrown out of the building by the healthy, a practice that sparked my curiosity. Though I
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Scalpels |
| This player uses scalpels both on his/her patients and enemies. |
