A bitter retired army medic veteran looking for justice and answers. Naturally has a strong inclination and passion for good, but the new world has begun to break him.
I was a volunteer medic in the Czech republic - I'd served there in the past with allied forces as part of relief efforts. At first it was magical. We helped in the refugee camps along the border, clothed and fed desperate families, handed out toys to the children. It was humbling too. Shifts in the emergency hospital left me drained and heart-broken. But I was making a real difference. So much more than phone calls and fund-raising letters.
Everything changed so fast. We woke to shouting. Russian soldiers were forcing a hasty evacuation of the refugee camp. It was chaos. People were just sent out into the night. Aid workers were herded onto trucks. We threw on jeans and t-shirts and left everything behind. Thank god my boys and I ended up on the same truck. I still don't know what happened to so many of my friends... We rode in the dark, no headlights, along coastal roads for nearly an hour. Every few miles we stopped and the soldiers would shout things in Russian. I couldn't understand much except "over there" and "hurry". Sometimes there were gunshots.
The soldiers were attempting to move a couple wrecked cars out of the road when we heard the screaming. Screaming doesn't really describe it. Nothing had ever sent chills up my spine like that. Horrible, inhuman, nightmarish shrieking. The soldiers began shouting and then a symphony of gunfire. We were pulled from the truck and told to run. Before we could take our first steps, we saw them. Twisted, twitchy silhouettes, briefly lit by the muzzle flashes. They moved so fast; tearing into the soldiers with animal ferocity. We ran.
Myself and another worker managed to make it back to a Russian aid camp. We heard gunfire bellowing out. We saw muzzle flashes from inside the wards with people screaming. We saw Russian soldiers gunning down citizens trying to escape. This is the day the world turned mad.
That was months ago. I've lost count of the days. Since then I have done what I could to survive. We scavenged abandoned towns, hunted where we could find game. We learned to stay clear of other survivors where we could. Unfortunately my colleagues are dead now - gunned down by soldiers. I slaughtered them in revenge; they didn't see me and that was their biggest mistake. I've fallen back on my training from the Army - it's what has kept me alive.
The things I've seen people do to each other for a pair of cargo pants. I'll admit my faith in humanity is crumbling but I cannot watch while the innocent suffer.
How I long for the rosy glasses I wore when I arrived here. But we don't have time to dwell on philosophy. Its day to day now. I am a healer not a killer, but we must become what the world requires.
I cannot rest on my laurels. We do what we must today, and for tomorrow we find our humanity again.