User:DylanBickers94

I was an airman in the USAF before the shit hit the fan. I'd love to tell you I was hardcore—a Pararescue, special forces, knife-in-my-teeth badass. I wasn't. I did some work as a radio operator, mostly on base at McChord. I was boring, a desk jockey. I did have my marksmanship ribbon though. I was decent with my sidearm and I did better than some of the others at basic with my rifle. I wasn't any Hatchcock. I was on leave in Malton when everything went sideways. Walking by a fire station in my civvies, someone on the fire brigade shoved an ax and a helmet into my hands. "You look sturdy, we've got reports over the radio that everything's gone tits up." I figured 'what the hell, I'll help these bastards out for a while. No harm no foul.' I expected my CO to contact me once the situation was fully apparent. He never did.

Since then I've found some guys here in Paynterton. Said they were in some kind of signal corps. Once again, I offered my help to strangers. I figure a little good karma never hurt anyone in an apocalypse.

	Malton Signal Corps
	Member of Malton Signal Corps