User:Dunstan Smit

Interview with Dunstan Smit

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. Our 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 a 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 pinned the abomination against the wall, 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, no, bloody white coat and glasses. In her hand was a revolver and under her coat I could see the unmistakable bulge of a shotgun. She giggled and 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, and I hadn't realized it. 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, and asked how long I'd been out. Her lips turned into a wide grin, and she laughed. "I know the explosives you're talking about. I raided that train almost three years ago" I was damned if I was going to believe that, but she filled me in on everything that had happened since my mission all those years ago, and none of it sounded like bullshit. I found some food in the cafeteria and a pair of pants in a closet. Later in the day she handed me an old revolver and told me to go to Fort Perryn, I was supposed to head there after completing my mission. It took nearly 30 hours to get there, twice I had to stop and rest, both times I was assaulted by zeds. At Perryn, well not exactly AT Perryn, but inside some sort of bank, 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 civilian units sent in after their original crew had been annihilated. I've spent nearly 9 months in that unit since then. --Dunstan 02:53, 17 February 2009 (UTC)

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