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View the profile of Hendrik Casimir
New rank badges, more paperwork, but the daily grind stays much the same. |
So what's new? Not much, or a whole lot, depending on which way you look at it. The campaign against the DOA drags on, and my most significant contribution has been to conduct patrol after patrol, scanning faces of those clustered in fortified buildings and comparing them to faces of known DOA members, and zombies or corpses seen in their presence. I ran into another one of their infiltrators at Voules Square railway station (again; they need to vary their tactics, though it'll make it easier on me if they don't), and this time at least I did the dirty work myself, loudly confronting him, shooting him and dumping his corpse over the barricades. It's the first time I've shot and killed another human being--a live one, at least - and it's been bothering me very little. I just imagine what any one of this lot would do to Caroline or Ruben, given half a chance, and I feel no remorse whatsoever.
The downside to that line of thinking is that it reminds me of the fact that I have a wife and son outside the Quarantine perimeter, and that I haven't seen either of them in months, now, and I fervently hope that I live to see them again. But how long will that take? And how much will be left of me from Before? I doubt Caroline would deal well with having a husband who had turned into a borderline paranoid, ruthless killer in the intervening months, unable to sleep without two loaded handguns and a loaded shotgun within easy reach. For that matter, will I ever be able to teach again? Can a man with PTSDS be trusted in front of classroom of noisy pre-teens? Of course, none of that's going to matter if I don't get out of here alive.
I've been promoted again, by the way, to the rank of brevet commander, in charge of the whole Patrol Division South-West (such as it is). It's all those reports I've been filing, I tell you; it makes the higher echelon think I know what I'm doing. It also tells them I can deal with paperwork, and there's plenty of that, what with coordinating operations with the fire department, shuffling police officers between districts, etc. I've been running overwatch on some young cops who have recently returned to the fold, and trying to recruit more in the process. As a result, I've had the opportunity to practice my first-aid skills (concentrating on slash and bite wounds, natch) and occasionally had to apply a syringe. I've also managed to get hold of access codes to NecroNet, allowing me to make syringes myself; I'm never without at least two taped to my shoulder strap now. Of course, this requires having a powered NecroTech facility available, so scouring locations for generators and fuel have become part of my routine to keep the local buildings operational.
Playing mentor took me into North Blythville for a bit, but I'm back near Marven Mall now, helping out with staving off the continuing "siege lite" on the north-east corner while I restock on medkits and spray cans. Speaking of mall sieges, I'm hearing disturbing stories from up north at Caiger. Word is, Sam Rackham's been promoted to command of Patrol Division North-West, and he and most of his command are aiding in the defense. From what I hear, it's pretty grim up there, and I hope he'll be all right. I've written his name on one of my syringes, just in case; I owe him that. |
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...there will be an evacuation, soon I hope. In the meantime, don't let command kill you! |
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Another promotion! Just so long as you feel you can handle all of it, don't let them push you into over over-exertion.
And don't give up hope, sir, you'll get to see your family again. What comes after is something you can worry about when it co |
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Nice update hendrik |
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