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==Start Recording, Interview #7, with Dunstan Smit, 2008-07-14 20:28:00==
==Start Recording, Interview #7, with Dunstan Smit, 2008-07-14 20:28:00==
:A while back I joined the Irish marines.  I excelled in placing and defusing explosives quickly, and general infantryman skills, 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.
: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.  Joined up with the infantry. Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident. Her Fuckin' Majesty 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.
Did they tell you anything?  About the zombies I mean.


:No, the brass didn't want us dirtying their suits...
:No, the brass wanted their hands kept clean, apparently.  
: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.  It was supposed to go to Fort Perryn, but the rail line had been clogged up with bodies.  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. 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 and chase after you.  I put a whole clip into one of them and it didn't slow down.  We retreated into a factory, and barricaded ourselves into the second floor.
:My team was taken to the Malton containment wall. Our mission was to destroy a train loaded with arms, just sitting in Shillito Drive Railway Station. We didn't want any civvies getting ahold of them, and going off to add to the chaos.  It was supposed to go to Fort Perryn, but the rail lines had been clogged up with abandoned trains.  They gave us some hazmat suits, fat lot of good they did. 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 there were some kids walking down the street. Schoolchildren, couldn't have been much older.  
 
:Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but... the sarge couldn't leave them.  


You could've called for Evac then and there.  Why weren't you rescued?
:We stopped to radio for an evac, and one of the girls collapsed from exhaustion.  O'Malley propped her up against the jeep, and I kept working the radio, and then the fucking Zs showed up. We warned them away, they didn't listen. 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 took down the sarge. I can still remember his screams. Suddenly I was in charge, and my squad had their heads in their asses. They were coming in from all sides, we were in a melee so suddenly that it all went to shit. Zs shoving their bodies all over us, couldn't even get back to the jeeps. So I yelled at everyone who could hear me to follow. We blasted a path into a nearby factory, and barricaded ourselves into the second floor. We were short three men and two children.


:Shiyet...I dunno.  Maybe General Kevan 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 Liason's bite.  He was dying, two boys had projectile vomiting, all while trying to keep every entrance sealed.
Why weren't you rescued?
 
:We did call for evac and we got a response saying to hold out for ten minutes. Ten-fucking-minutes. 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 you do it?


:How did we do it?  How did we fucking do it?!!!  I'll tell you fucking how!! 
:[He holds up a can of beer] We had walked into a beer cannery. The factory's top floor warehouse was full of this stuff.  It kept us alive.
:[He holds up a bottle of whisky] The factory's top floor warehouse was full of em.  It kept us alert somehow, and kept us safe.  We didn't give it to the kids of course.  We gave them most of our water...all of it was 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.  I got a lucky headshot on one of them, and that was just a damned revelation. I could've slapped myself. 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 squaddies ran away and I found myself under a pile of flesh eating corpses. I was too drunk to feel pain. After a while, they just left me alone.  Then I took my last breath.
:Bastards still some-how got through though.  James got a lucky headshot on one of them.  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, instead of consuming me whole.  I shivered at the sight of my torn up arm.  For a few minutes I could see everything around me.  Some of the more decayed ones tried to speak to 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...
But that wasn't your last breath...


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


Yeah...anyways
Yeah...anyways


: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's my own men I am attacking, in others I was descending on my mother while she was trapped in a corner of my childhood home.   
:The next thing I remember was... like I had entered into a dissociative state.  Third-person view and all that jazz.  I still have nightmares about those people I killed.  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.
: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.  Looks like they followed your advice.
 
Hey, that wasn't meant to help anyone survive an actual zombie invasion. 
 
:I know, I know, I'm just yankin your leg.
 
Please continue. 
 
:  Yeah.[Laughs] 
 
:They didn't really stand a chance against my more experienced brethren, but I got downed quite a few times.  Each time I wished I would stay down.  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 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 burning summer sun was shining in my face.  I felt around my chest and left bicep, and I felt scars, probably from surgery, or maybe my wounds had had enough time to naturally heal.
 
: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 bloody white coat and glasses.  She was gasping for air as soon as I let go.  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 tiny 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 retreated, embarrassed to say the least, into the room I had been sleeping in and found my pants, boots, and shirt.  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 GPS locator in one of the cars in the parking lot.  Later in the day 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.  That was funny.  I bid her farewell after finding a bag and stuffing it with food.  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 civilians who decided it was best to stick around the 82nd.  I've spent nearly a year in that unit since then. 
 
 
:::I found these typed notes, along with a recording of a bunch of interviews, at Fort Perryn, a few months after I had agreed to be interviewed, in the hands of a dead body(''dead'' dead, as in not standing up again). 
 
Post Script: Check out the discussion page.


==My Thingabobs==
: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, 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 sun blew its load in my face.
:I heard footsteps. She came into the room. It was a lady, a young one, with a bloody white coat and glasses.  Maria, said her name was.  She told me, "Don't worry, nothing's getting in here. We dressed you while you were knocked out. Trader's got some food and water for sale downstairs."  Pretty young thing got a peek at me naked, never got to return the favor. Still wonder about her sometimes, but that hospital's long overrun, never saw her again.


Just to show I'm still alive, still with the 82nd, and still fighting for humans:
:I got some food, went back to the doctor lady for some conversation. She told me to go to Fort Perryn to regroup with the American military.  She thought I was Yank, which was kinda funny. I did live in the US for the first ten years of my life, so I guess that explains my accent. I figured I could do some good at Perryn, maybe try and find my squaddies and dress 'em down for leaving me behind. So I said my thanks and goodbyes and I left.
--[[User:Dunstan Smit|Dunstan]] 00:58, 5 July 2010 (BST)


: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, and, well, here we are. It took us long enough, but you're interviewing me in Fort Perryn, a few weeks after we've finally reclaimed it.


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You took a Headshot from SamuelGreenburg the Zombie Hunter! You will need to spend an extra 5AP to stand up. (7 hours and 18 minutes ago)
You took a Headshot from SamuelGreenburg the Zombie Hunter! You will need to spend an extra 5AP to stand up. (7 hours and 18 minutes ago)


Some people are just so retarded. >.<
Some people...




Latest revision as of 17:52, 30 September 2017

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. Joined up with the infantry. Then in 2005, there was the Malton incident. Her Fuckin' Majesty 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 wanted their hands kept clean, apparently.
My team was taken to the Malton containment wall. Our mission was to destroy a train loaded with arms, just sitting in Shillito Drive Railway Station. We didn't want any civvies getting ahold of them, and going off to add to the chaos. It was supposed to go to Fort Perryn, but the rail lines had been clogged up with abandoned trains. They gave us some hazmat suits, fat lot of good they did. 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 there were some kids walking down the street. Schoolchildren, couldn't have been much older.
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 from exhaustion. O'Malley propped her up against the jeep, and I kept working the radio, and then the fucking Zs showed up. We warned them away, they didn't listen. 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 took down the sarge. I can still remember his screams. Suddenly I was in charge, and my squad had their heads in their asses. They were coming in from all sides, we were in a melee so suddenly that it all went to shit. Zs shoving their bodies all over us, couldn't even get back to the jeeps. So I yelled at everyone who could hear me to follow. We blasted a path into a nearby factory, and barricaded ourselves into the second floor. We were short three men and two children.

Why weren't you rescued?

We did call for evac and we got a response saying to hold out for ten minutes. Ten-fucking-minutes. 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?

[He holds up a can of beer] We had walked into a beer cannery. The factory's top floor warehouse was full of this stuff. It kept us alive.
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. I got a lucky headshot on one of them, and that was just a damned revelation. I could've slapped myself. 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 squaddies ran away and I found myself under a pile of flesh eating corpses. I was too drunk to feel pain. After a while, they just left me alone. Then I took my last breath.

But that wasn't your last breath...

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

Yeah...anyways

The next thing I remember was... like I had entered into a dissociative state. Third-person view and all that jazz. I still have nightmares about those people I killed. 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.
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, 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 sun blew its load in my face.
I heard footsteps. She came into the room. It was a lady, a young one, with a bloody white coat and glasses. Maria, said her name was. She told me, "Don't worry, nothing's getting in here. We dressed you while you were knocked out. Trader's got some food and water for sale downstairs." Pretty young thing got a peek at me naked, never got to return the favor. Still wonder about her sometimes, but that hospital's long overrun, never saw her again.
I got some food, went back to the doctor lady for some conversation. She told me to go to Fort Perryn to regroup with the American military. She thought I was Yank, which was kinda funny. I did live in the US for the first ten years of my life, so I guess that explains my accent. I figured I could do some good at Perryn, maybe try and find my squaddies and dress 'em down for leaving me behind. So I said my thanks and goodbyes and I left.
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, and, well, here we are. It took us long enough, but you're interviewing me in Fort Perryn, a few weeks after we've finally reclaimed it.

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You are at Somerville Boulevard. Somebody has spraypainted -=[ REVIVE POINT ]=- onto a wall. There are three dead bodies here. They all smell strange. You took a Headshot from SamuelGreenburg the Zombie Hunter! You will need to spend an extra 5AP to stand up. (7 hours and 18 minutes ago)

Some people...


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