User:Dunstan Smit

A while back I joined some 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. My mission was to destroy a train loaded with C4 so that no civilians could get a hold on it. We mounted up on a jeep and went out, the streets were almost completely deserted, except for a handful of school children. Our orders were to leave everyone we encountered, but I coudn'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 "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. I know I killed many, but then someone jabbed me with something sharp. I woke up in a sick bay of sorts. I had several bullet scars on my body. The rest is history. I joined up with an American combat unit and never bothered to search for members of my squad, because I think I know what happened to them.