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SPC. Peter L. Brooks

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Cole    10

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Peter Brooks grew up in the small town of Hamilton, Kansas. Born on the 11th day of the 8th month of the year 1988 to a stay at home mom and a farmer for a father. Peters life raised the population of his town from 211 to 212. Saying Hamilton is a small town is probably one of the biggest understatements man can make, Hamilton was in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by nothing but fields of corn and every other farm grown food you can think of it wasn't a place visited by many. People born in this hole usually died in this hole, no one got out and did much of anything. Peter would grow up here and over time would realize more and more that small town life wasn't meant for him. On the TV he saw movies of beautiful women, spys and the one that struck out to him the most, men fighting and dying for their country.

Peter matriculated from High School at the age of 17 having skipped a grade, he was incredibly bright after all. The very night after his graduation his father brought up the farm, and how it would soon be his responsibility to take care of it. That night Peter laid in bed looking up at the tobacco stained ceilings of his bedroom and imagined his life like his fathers, spending all of eternity in one place doing the same thing every day. The idea ran through his head like one of the horror movies he had seen in the movies. That night he made up his mind that he wouldn't be like other people in this town, he would leave and make something of himself. Morning breakfast was a disaster when his ideas poured out of his head to his family, making them real to more than just himself. Fighting through the fury of tears and anger from both his mother and his father Peter packed his bags and left the house to catch the first bus out of town to Topeka, Kansas.

Peter had already arranged a place to stay in town using the money he had saved from his many summer jobs and days on the farm back home, he had just enough for a few months rent in a small one bedroom apartment downtown. Laying on the floor of his unfurnished apartment he pulled out his phone and browsed the web just to be interrupted by an advertisement for Washburn University. Now its worth noting Peter graduated High School with a perfect GPA, he knew he could get in with a grant if he tried so he did some research and found one. Peter spent three days writing his submission for the grant and three weeks later he got it. Money for school, books and living expenses. He was through the roof with happiness as his world finally seemed to be changing, he went to call his parents but was stopped by the memory of their sour last words to him. Later that week a class coordinator contacted Peter to decided what he would be pursuing, not having to spend much time looking Peters attention was grabbed by Engineering Physics. Peter had always been intrigued by the way things worked, he used to have a small set of blocks that clicked together in every shape and form you could imagine. He used to spend hours taking them apart just to rebuild them in a thousand different ways. 

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4 years Peter studied at Washburn before graduating with a degree in engineering physics, he finally made that call to his parents hoping after all this time they would be proud of what he had done for himself. His father answered and Peter could tell by his voice instantly something had happened, his father with almost no spirit left in him barely chocked out the fact that Peters mother had passed away. Peter left town immediately to head back home to help his Father, but it was too late. When Peter arrived at his parents house he found his father in their barn, hanging by the neck. Peter cut his father down and called 911, they were able to resuscitate him but it was estimated he had been hanging for over 20 minutes. Three days later Peter held the hand of his brain dead father in the ICU as the life support was turned off, he will never get the feeling of his fathers hand going from the warm yet firm feeling he had known from a child to a chilling cold.

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It was a good thing Peter had recently turned 21 years old, because now more than ever he needed to drink. Sure he had drank with his buddies back in Topeka but this was the first time he needed to drink, it was the only thing that nulled the pain inside him these days. He had watched as his fathers farm wilted in front of him, as the house he grew up in was passed to him but he couldn't afford the property tax and it was for-closed. Peter was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he had just bumped into someone in the bar and spilt his drink all over them, the large well built man turned to him with a furious face. Peter could only think of how much fun it was going to be in the hospital, the guy clearly thought he had did it on purpose. The man looked at him and yelled about how he had fought for his country and for Peters freedom, not for him to be a drunken idiot. The mans girlfriend clearly knew who Peter was, most people in the town did after his fathers death. She pushed the man aside and whispered something sharply to him before they both exited with an apology. 

Peter slumpt to the bathroom of the bar and leaned against the wall, if things kept going this way he was seriously going to consider going out with his father. A reflection from the door of the bar opening suddenly shined on a paper stapled to the wall in front of him, for a second he read the words "United Stats Army Recruitment". Peter thought about what the man said, about fighting for his country and for freedom. That night those words continued to play through his mind, it didn't take long before he made the decision to enlist. Of course this was all just a memory 4 months later when he found himself at Fort Leonard Wood going through basic combat training. Most soldiers went to Fort Benning or Fort Jackson but Peter had been sent here to join to Corps of Engineers. He spent 10 weeks here before beginning his AIT. Graduation finally rolled around and Peter watched the happy faces of soldiers seeing their family in the crowd, but he had no one. Due to his 4 years of college he graduated as a Specialist, officially being named SPC. Peter L Brooks.

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Peter's US Army career was full of anything but combat, having joined the Corps of Engineers he spent most of his time on foreign and domestic missions to build dams and other civil infrastructure. Late 2014 peter and his squad were assigned to a UN mission in South Zagoria. The mission was to assist other UN Engineers in construction of a quarantine zone, this meant razor wire and sand bags you name it. It was a long flight in the back of the C-5 Galaxy to this remote place, upon walking off the plane Peter was handed the signature blue UN Peacekeeper helmet. He always found the idea of wearing camo just to have a bright blue target on his head funny, but there was no time to laugh about it because he was quickly rushed with his squad into a UN armored transport and rushed to an unknown location. Peter had been told of the situation to some extent, some type of virus or disease was running through the area and they need to help contain it. The whole ordeal sounded simple enough, but of course it wasn't. 

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As the doors of the armored vehicle swung open he was instantly greeted with the sound of gun fire, the sound ripped through the air like the crack of a whip at the rodeo back home. He pulled his rifle out and left the vehicle not knowing what to expect, this was just some sort of virus why was any lethal force necessary? Like the world was waiting to answer his question right before his eyes two people covered in blood came limping through the trees bordering the compound they were in. He walked towards them to help them but was greeted by a growl, not a growl a person makes when they are being funny but a real growl, the growl of a predator. The realization of the situation hit him like a brick, he turned and it occurred to him he no longer heard gun fire but instead the whirring of a choppers blades. Everyone left was boarding the helicopter to leave, what the fuck had he just arrived to? He dropped his rifle and bag and ran towards the bird barely making it in time as the doors slid shut behind him. The last thing he saw as the helo lifted off was a UN soldier being eaten by the things who not a moment ago he was about to try and help. Peter looked up to the people around him and all he could get out was "What the FUCK?".

The next few months were hell, Peter was pushed from just about every military installation in the eastern side of the world. Every place the UN went they were pushed out, the things from back there were everywhere now. They could travel in groups countable by the hundreds and they just never stopped, magazine after magazine they just kept coming. It was a war of stamina and the world was facing something with an infinite source. Before long reports came in of a safe haven, a place where diplomats and world leaders had gathered safely. Iceland. It was here the United Nations were reformed, governments worked together in a way they hadn't since the last World War. CDC and W.H.O agents had set up outposts and were starting to study ways to fight the virus but could do nothing without the samples and information that had apparently been at the zone Peter had first landed at. A few weeks later Andy Fordum a front runner in the community and government working together here was promoted to Secretary General of a mission deemed "The Icelandic Expedition". 

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For three days people were hand picked based on their attributes and how they could be helpful to the expedition. Peter was a little happy about the fact he had never seen true combat and didn't need to worry about being a part of it, or so he thought. A week before the Expedition was to leave Sergeant Evzen Dvorak made contact with him, they looked into his file and saw his past of engineering. Dvorak questioned him on his abilities of being a possible mechanic on the expedition and for some stupid reason Peter answered the questions honestly. The next day he received a new uniform and helmet bearing the new UN logo.. The morning the expedition was to leave Peter remembers walking up the plank to the large ship taking them across the sea and looking back at the camp, world leaders and everyday joes stood hand and hand and watched them board knowing they were the last hope. Being a hero really doesn't feel that great Peter thought to himself.

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The ride back to where the hell began was an eerie one, as the large ship trailed along the coast everything was dark. The world was so quite as if it had just been completely silenced, the only thing heard was the slow turning of the engines below them. A gunshot would echo through the night every so often from the mainland, the ships lookouts would try to spot the source but the night swallowed everything. 9 days. It took 9 days to finally reach South Zagoria, and just like the rest of the world it too was shrouded in darkness. As their ship approached the shore closer and closer Peter drew his rifle close to his body and wondered what horrors would await them as they pushed into the unknown.

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Cole    10

Lookin good! Hope you post more soon!

Thanks!

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DickSlide    250

Pretty good stuff here. Love the pictures! Keep up the good work Cole!!

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Bruce    0

Wow, Joffrey and I are in this.

Dropping those sick hints my dude. We'll get back to you on the app soon.

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