Post by Sgt. Aramil Cassidy on Feb 25, 2013 0:04:07 GMT -8
-/-/12 (six days before outbreak)
Talked with the wife and child of the suspect before ordering my unit to breach in the house with tear gas and shotgun rounds to break the locks on the doors. All units were ordered to take the suspect alive if possible but if fired upon authorized to use lethal force.
(Unreadable scribble most likely a symbol of some sort.)
Suspect refused to surrender and my unit was fired upon. They returned fire and the suspect was shot. The medical team on standby pronounced him dead at the scene. The wife explained he was off his meds and had a history of mental breakdowns like this but nothing this serious. This mans death weighs heavy on my consciousness. That was a husband and father that was killed, a civilian we could have saved.
-/-/12 (two days before the outbreak)
Still having nightmares seeing that mans child and wife's face. I keep replaying the ordeal over and over in my head thinking I have missed something that could have saved his life. The more and more I look into the case the outcome turns to be the same. Ive tried everything to understand these nightmares even talking to the department shrink. But nothing seems to help, not even my family knows whats happening with me.
Whats worse... My unit is covering this up. The man was unarmed and threw a kitchen knife at my unit that went in. One of them shot him in cold blood. They are sticking to the story that he was armed. The .45 handgun that was found next to his body no one knows where it came from. The gun isn't in the system and a man this mental would have a really hard time getting a untraceable gun.
I have to do something.....
-/-/12 (day 1 after outbreak)
Its all gone... my whole life. This pandemic has hit the world like a plauge. The dead come back and attack the living. Anyone bitten by them end up becoming one of them. They are aggressive and unmerciful they feel no remorse or fear. The only way to kill them seems to be a blow or bullet to the head.
Whats worse...(Stain from a tears) my family was taken by them. I was minutes to late to save them from this horror of a world that is now taking over. Hell has literary come to life, makes me wonder if there is a heaven to save us all. I hope my family is there waiting for me...
My unit is dead, ambushed by a horde of them in a alley way. Im the only one left of everyone I have known. Im hold up on a roof with little supplies and ammo. I plan to stay here until things calm down. I just hope this isn't my last moments on earth.
-/-/12 (5 days after the outbreak)
My supplies have come down to a days worth of food. Ammo has unchanged. It seem things have come to a calm only the dead could be heard in the streets. I must find more food or risk dying of starvation. In the morning I venture from this safe rooftop.
Talked with the wife and child of the suspect before ordering my unit to breach in the house with tear gas and shotgun rounds to break the locks on the doors. All units were ordered to take the suspect alive if possible but if fired upon authorized to use lethal force.
(Unreadable scribble most likely a symbol of some sort.)
Suspect refused to surrender and my unit was fired upon. They returned fire and the suspect was shot. The medical team on standby pronounced him dead at the scene. The wife explained he was off his meds and had a history of mental breakdowns like this but nothing this serious. This mans death weighs heavy on my consciousness. That was a husband and father that was killed, a civilian we could have saved.
-/-/12 (two days before the outbreak)
Still having nightmares seeing that mans child and wife's face. I keep replaying the ordeal over and over in my head thinking I have missed something that could have saved his life. The more and more I look into the case the outcome turns to be the same. Ive tried everything to understand these nightmares even talking to the department shrink. But nothing seems to help, not even my family knows whats happening with me.
Whats worse... My unit is covering this up. The man was unarmed and threw a kitchen knife at my unit that went in. One of them shot him in cold blood. They are sticking to the story that he was armed. The .45 handgun that was found next to his body no one knows where it came from. The gun isn't in the system and a man this mental would have a really hard time getting a untraceable gun.
I have to do something.....
-/-/12 (day 1 after outbreak)
Its all gone... my whole life. This pandemic has hit the world like a plauge. The dead come back and attack the living. Anyone bitten by them end up becoming one of them. They are aggressive and unmerciful they feel no remorse or fear. The only way to kill them seems to be a blow or bullet to the head.
Whats worse...(Stain from a tears) my family was taken by them. I was minutes to late to save them from this horror of a world that is now taking over. Hell has literary come to life, makes me wonder if there is a heaven to save us all. I hope my family is there waiting for me...
My unit is dead, ambushed by a horde of them in a alley way. Im the only one left of everyone I have known. Im hold up on a roof with little supplies and ammo. I plan to stay here until things calm down. I just hope this isn't my last moments on earth.
-/-/12 (5 days after the outbreak)
My supplies have come down to a days worth of food. Ammo has unchanged. It seem things have come to a calm only the dead could be heard in the streets. I must find more food or risk dying of starvation. In the morning I venture from this safe rooftop.