...ever since the battle of Vybor. i seen my squad members fall one by one and succumb to the cold touch of death... i tried the best i could... my training wasn't enough. My supplies weren't enough. they bled out within minutes of them being bitten, these things came out of no where and just attacked, only ever letting out one warning sound before they closed in.... we could have never held the perimeter, the beasts were too fast. their bodies soaked the bullets like nothing...
by the second week the wolves had ripped out the throats of 6 squad mates, the zombies didn't help.
the second week was worse though... we had moved from the FOB due to the danger of being overwhelmed, but the team had lost faith, myself included. I had lost everything. bandits took everything, my husband and child... thought they were infected and tore out their insides like a deer.... we found them approximately a week after it happened.
i couldn't save them. i couldn't save my team mates.... what kind of a NATO medic am i then.
but that is the past. i am more effective now, no more emotion. no more fear.
i will help the people in need...
i need to help people...
i cannot fail society anymore... well what's left of it.
these surgeons gloves will spill blood, whether it brings death to the living, or living to death.
i will always remain.