User:Sirzaris
| John "Sir Zaris" Ericson | ||||||||||
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Well, I suppose I should explain who I am. My name is John, and I am the only remaining member of Zeta Team, and a Corporal in the USMC.
The Beginning
Charlie Company was sent into Malton on a search-and-rescue mission about a year ago. Well, that's what they told us at the briefing. Our job was to "rescue" a Necrotech employee, one Dr. Johans Barnaby. The team was assembled specifically for this mission.
Doesn't really matter now, does it?
Our helicopter dropped us off at an abandoned factory in Rolt Heights. It was supposed to pick us up in two hours. It never came. Dr. Barnaby had obtained a Radio Transmitter and had dug up a small diesel generator and managed to contact us. We told him to sit tight, that we would come and get him. The fool. The old man, in all his senility, fired off a flare gun to alert us to his position, despite our insistence that we could track him.
We knew the "Zack" were inbound, as we could hear their horrible moaning. We started running, unable to face that many Zeds. But by the time we approached the small apartment complex where he hid, zombies were swarming the area. We could see hapless survivors being pulled into the putrid mass of decaying bodies. Women, children, police officers and other military personel. They ate them all, regardless.
We cut a path through the zombies, using our best weapons. Our M4 carbines ran out of ammo first. Lance Coolie "Armstrong" was using a H&K MP5 Sub-Machine gun. He was eaten first. As we pushed through the crowd of hostiles, we lost another man... I can't remember who died first, but is was either PFC Jackson or PFC Areyan but both were killed eventually. When the one remaining man and myself made it to the inside of the building...
I... I can't even speak of it. How can I? It was a baby. Dr. Barnaby had gone hostile... And was eating an infant. Out of rage, I killed him. One shot to the back of the head with my M1014 Shotgun, and he was deader then dead... Never to get up again.
All of my team died. I saw them as they were ripped to shreds by the zombies. All because of that scientist...
Journal
April 4, 2007:
Heh. I found this empty journal inside the P.D. I was camping out in. I asked someone for a pen, and he gave me one. I decided to use it to write down my thoughts. Heh. I think I'm in the Rolt Heights suburb right now. I can't be sure. I'm camping out in a powered factory just north of an occupied Police Station. Heh, kinda stupid, but I don't plan on being here long. Tonight I'm gonna start my journey to a safer location. One of the malls, or one of the forts. Can't be sure yet. I obtained a short-wave radio reciever, and have it tuned to the Dept. of Emergency Management channel. I'll keep my ear out for any reports as I rest...
Edit:
My destination is Treewekee (or however its spelled) Mall. I'll set off first thing tomorrow morning.
-Semper Fi.
June 25, 2007
Well. I'd been in that mall for a while. Scrounging up ammo, taking pot-shots at "Zack", sleeping. I decided to dig up this journal out of my pack. I'm on my way down to Fort Perryn, to replace my clothes. My fatigues have been torn all to hell, and my Gas-Mask was so ineffective at that point, that I just took it off. I'm wearing some clothes I got out of a PD, and from the Mall.
I'm only half-way to the fort though. Probably should put this away and get some rest...
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| Sirzaris loves working for Uncle Sam, lets me know just who I am! 1, 2 , 3, 4, United States Colonial Marine Corps! I don't want no teenage dream, I just want my Armat M41A. If I die in the combat zone, revivify me soon and ship me back in! |
