User:Denver Randleman
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"You know what you are. What you're made of. War is in your blood. Don't fight it. You didn't kill for your country. You killed for yourself. God's never gonna make that go away. When you're pushed, killing's as easy as breathing."
Description Above his smile you see your reflection in a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators. Years of physical labor have left him with a tone, muscular build. He has a tattoo of an eagle diving in front of a parachute canopy between two dice on the left side of his neck.
Attire: a pair of Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses, a white T-shirt, a Carhartt coat, a pair of Levi's jeans, and a pair of Redwing steel toe boots. HistoryI was a fearless Sergeant of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 101st Airborne Division. My grandfather was a screaming eagle, and finally, so was I. After basic training at Camp Claiborne, Louisiana I was ready to take on hell itself. That's when our CO informed us of the ongoing containment situation in Malton. We where airdropped into Malton with no idea of what to expect. The so called "infected" where vaguely described, and we where told to simply secure the city and eliminate any hostile threats. The cause of the sickness was unknown, and we where sent in wearing full C.B.R.N. (Chemical, Biological, Radiological, and Nuclear) Protective Suits, gas masks and all. They didn't know if it was a disease, a mutation, if it was airborne, waterborne, anything like that. All that was known was a company by the name of NecroTech had been previously experimenting on said sickness, and the disease had been exposed to the general population. Like so many others, we where sent in to clean up the mess. Our mission was to linkup with some 101st Airborne squads that had gone in during the early quarantine, and aid them in eliminating all infected personal. With limited outside contact, we where expected to set up a base of operation and live of the land. Then, when all hostile threats where neutralized the quarantine would be lifted, and we would be evacuated out of there. Simple as that, success for our mission was guaranteed. I didn't put it all together at the time, but intuitively I knew something was wrong. It was a night drop, strong winds pushed us way south of the designated drop zones. The last known location of the original 101st squads was at Halberry Boulevard Police Department [87, 44] in Pitneybank. That was our destination, and as we slowly began to regroup and make our way north we made first contact with the infected. They looked like lepers, only they where decomposing. I had seen dead bodies before, but never ones that where in such a state of decay.... and moving. Some looked to have been rotting for two years or more, with putrid flesh hanging off their limbs, sunken eyes and swollen torsos. Not caved in, but swollen mid sections. We had the gruesome experience of finding out why this was. They fell upon us with an aggression I had never witnessed before. Some where fast, some slow, and after emptying entire clips into them, some would just not stay down. We took up defensive positions in a Park wedged between a Bank and a Cemetery, and just started digging in real fast. The worst part was they didn't just kill our guys, they devoured them. You'd have a couple infected take down one of my men and just start a feeding frenzy. Other infected would stop what they where doing and make there way over to the kill. Most horrible thing I've ever seen in my life, a young private screaming for the mercy of god himself while having his guts ripped out. You shoot one of those swollen belly bastards enough times in the body, the limbs and guts of some other poor guy would come spilling out. Shit was really sick. We must have fought them for some five days. In four days my group of men who numbered at least a company, went from full strength to 91 effective, all of whom where wounded in one degree or another. We set up machine guns, whatever we had with us. Water was our biggest problem, ammunition second. We where fighting day and night, and the onslaught just kept coming. The disease was a scary thing to witness on your own men, they'd have a minor wound but still be combat ready. Then they'd start slowing down, we where all tired, but they looked like the life was being sucked right out of them. You'd be in a firefight next to one of these guys, and they'd just collapse, dead. Then, they'd get back up. Scary shit, having one of your close friends come at ya with the intent of killing you and feasting on your remains. It was all pointblank so after putting them down, you'd be covered in brains and organs. The worst part for me is there's two days of this slaughter that I don't have any memory of. I had to shoot my close friend after he became infected.... and I kind of went berserk. At least I'm told I went berserk. I don't have the foggiest idea what I was doing. I was told that I was decapitating infected with a shovel from one of the maintenance sheds. I was really gung ho. I have no memory of it. I was doing hand to hand fighting, and was never infected. Covered in blood, and none of it was mine. Towards the last day we really didn't think about the future. I had no expectation of making it out of there. I don't think anybody else did, either. We didn't discuss it. We really didn't have a hell of a lot of time to sit around discussing things, I had written us off. People were to tired to cry. It was physical exhaustion, you had no energy left for anything else. You would stay awake and keep firing, drink some water, make sure your ammunition and weapon were in good shape and eat when you could, stuff some food into you just so you could keep going. Finally, we started running out of ammo. There was only 5 or 6 of us left, and by some miracle for the first time since we took up positions, the barrage of infected began to let up. Using this break to our advantage, we gathered as many supplies as we could and after tearing off our containment suits, began a mad dash north west to the bank. The place was ruined, we barricaded it and after resting the others decided it would be best to make their way to the drop zone, and avoid fighting the infected. I refused, I felt betrayed by my COs. We where sentenced to death, if we made it, we made it. If we didn't, oh well, just the cost of dealing with a crisis the U.S. Government didn't want to commit to. It was obvious to me by then. We where sent in unprepared, with an impossible goal that we thought we could accomplish since we weren't fully informed. The city was locked down nice and tight, and all the civilians where collateral damage. Thats how they wanted to keep it, and if they caught any flak about not dealing with the biological disaster at Malton, they could say that "Our boys are hard at work dealing with the crisis", and show their little reports of troop deployments. I was estatic, so they left without me. I didn't try to stop them, they should do what they felt was right.
SkillsSurvivor
Zombie
AwardsNone Currently
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