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When I enlisted in the Army I signed on knowing full well that at any time I could be called to the show and that in times of war sometimes soldiers don't come home. I accepted this, it was a risk I was willing to take for my country. I was always proud to put on the uniform, wore it with honor. I don't know what I believe in but I believed in the Army,the science of medicine, the people I have served with and the people who I care about.
I never believed in magic. Then again I never believed in vampires til I found out the guy I was seeing, starting to care about was one and he was about to kill me. I never believed I would be standing in an enemy camp in the middle of an apocalypse and that enemy would be a demon trying to bring hell onto earth. Or that he would use me to do it. I tried to face him honorably, tried not to cave. Tried to be the person that my Daddy believes I am. Someone that he and Captain Morgann and Jess could be proud of. When this Ashmore guy said he could make me talk, I envision a lot of different horrible things that could be done, and thought I could endure anything. When he called for a mage, at first I didn't make any connection between mage and magic.
Magic. Maybe the Army should employ magic to defeat its enemies in the world, seem easier than bullet. All it took was a few chanted words and all my resolve to keep the people in town safe was gone. I felt sick and had to sit down. Then Ashmore started asking me for the information I had only minutes ago refused to tell him. Except this time? I told him. I didn't want to. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't control the words coming out of my mouth. I sold out my friends, the men and women I have served with, the people in town who only crime was staying when everyone else fled. Stayed to fight. To try to stop this thing from happening. No one forced them, they signed on for the show out of their own courage and honor, and I sold them out.
After he got from me everything I knew, I don't know, I think I passed out. The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by one of the guys that works for Ralph, Joey. He had come in through a hole he must have cut in the canvas. He helped me up and took me out of the tent. I saw the dead body of the thing taht was guarding the back of the tent and we made our way out of the camp. We were almost away, when someone saw us and weapon were fired and Joey was hit. But he kept going. I knew he was hurt bad, but he seemed determined to get me back into town. We made our way through the trees. At one point I think we started going in circles, I thought for sure at any minute we were gonna run into some of Ashmore men. But amazingly we made it down into town from the camp. Once we were out of the woods, it got real hazy for me. I don't really know how Joey got us to ralphs, if he had a car or someone was waiting to pick us up. I do remember being at the bar and Ralph being there then I passed out again. Next thing I rememebr was waking up in the hospital, Ralph sitting there. I could tell without asking that Joey was dead, died saving me.
I'm told I was pretty much out of it for the next two days. I woke up sometime on Saturday night, pretty incohherent, I was trying to get out of bed so that I could get to Captain Morgann and tell him our mission had been compromised. This seemed to freak out the nurses and they got some doc to prescribe me a sedative. Which put me out until Sunday evening. Ralph was sitting there again. I told him I need to see my Captain, and he told me that I had just missed him, that Jack said he'd come back after patrol to check on me He then asked if I was okay. I brokedown, told him everything that had happened. I don't know why, I guess I am incapable of keeping secrets from demons or something. When I was done, I asked him to go find Jack, to tell him that I had put us all in danger.
I knew it was too late when Ralph went to leave, opening the door and you could hear the commotion in the hall. I know that sound, it means mass casualties were coming in. Nurses shouting for blood and trauma teams. I had Ralph grab me some scrubs and suited up. He said I was hurt too and that I should stay in bed let the others take care of it, i told him it was my duty to take care of these people. Walking out into the halls of the hospital I saw men I have served with for the last six months, wounded or dead. I saw people I had met at the meeting last week. Eva and Cristoff and that cop, Kim. They just kept coming in. I worked with Jess to save who we could. There are still a couple dedicated or just plain crazy surgeons who stuck around, Thank God. Cause the med staff from the base couldn't handle some of the wounds these patients had. We saved the people we could save. Something happened somewhere in town, explosions, I didn't find out til later it was the base being destroyed. They rocked the hospital, cause the lights to flicker, but the generators held. Which is ggod, hard to patch up the wounded in the dark.
Then the unimaginable happened. The hospital itself was attacked. Vampires. Its hard enough to work on patients under normal circumstances. But being descended on by hungry vamps makes it near impossible. I had a guardian angel though. Ralph didn't let me out of his sight. He guarded the trauma room while I helped work on the injured. I'm not exactly sure what happened really after that. Jack was there and some of the others that had been at the meeting, Maddy, Penn, Izzy. They fought off the vamps. Then Jack ordered the hospital evacuated. We were loading up patients and supplies and equipment and bringing them to the high school. It was insane. We got out all of the patients. But there were so many who didn't make it. We lost a doctor and some nurses. Jack lost some soldiers, on top of the ones who were killed on patrol. Maddy lost a lot of her cops. Some of the patients that were already in the hospital, we weren't able to save.
I know I should try and sleep, but theres still too many things to do. Too many hurt people I need to take care of. No matter how I save it will never make up for the ones I am to blame for getting killed. Still I wont stop trying. I can't.
I never believed in magic. Then again I never believed in vampires til I found out the guy I was seeing, starting to care about was one and he was about to kill me. I never believed I would be standing in an enemy camp in the middle of an apocalypse and that enemy would be a demon trying to bring hell onto earth. Or that he would use me to do it. I tried to face him honorably, tried not to cave. Tried to be the person that my Daddy believes I am. Someone that he and Captain Morgann and Jess could be proud of. When this Ashmore guy said he could make me talk, I envision a lot of different horrible things that could be done, and thought I could endure anything. When he called for a mage, at first I didn't make any connection between mage and magic.
Magic. Maybe the Army should employ magic to defeat its enemies in the world, seem easier than bullet. All it took was a few chanted words and all my resolve to keep the people in town safe was gone. I felt sick and had to sit down. Then Ashmore started asking me for the information I had only minutes ago refused to tell him. Except this time? I told him. I didn't want to. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn't control the words coming out of my mouth. I sold out my friends, the men and women I have served with, the people in town who only crime was staying when everyone else fled. Stayed to fight. To try to stop this thing from happening. No one forced them, they signed on for the show out of their own courage and honor, and I sold them out.
After he got from me everything I knew, I don't know, I think I passed out. The next thing I knew I was being shaken awake by one of the guys that works for Ralph, Joey. He had come in through a hole he must have cut in the canvas. He helped me up and took me out of the tent. I saw the dead body of the thing taht was guarding the back of the tent and we made our way out of the camp. We were almost away, when someone saw us and weapon were fired and Joey was hit. But he kept going. I knew he was hurt bad, but he seemed determined to get me back into town. We made our way through the trees. At one point I think we started going in circles, I thought for sure at any minute we were gonna run into some of Ashmore men. But amazingly we made it down into town from the camp. Once we were out of the woods, it got real hazy for me. I don't really know how Joey got us to ralphs, if he had a car or someone was waiting to pick us up. I do remember being at the bar and Ralph being there then I passed out again. Next thing I rememebr was waking up in the hospital, Ralph sitting there. I could tell without asking that Joey was dead, died saving me.
I'm told I was pretty much out of it for the next two days. I woke up sometime on Saturday night, pretty incohherent, I was trying to get out of bed so that I could get to Captain Morgann and tell him our mission had been compromised. This seemed to freak out the nurses and they got some doc to prescribe me a sedative. Which put me out until Sunday evening. Ralph was sitting there again. I told him I need to see my Captain, and he told me that I had just missed him, that Jack said he'd come back after patrol to check on me He then asked if I was okay. I brokedown, told him everything that had happened. I don't know why, I guess I am incapable of keeping secrets from demons or something. When I was done, I asked him to go find Jack, to tell him that I had put us all in danger.
I knew it was too late when Ralph went to leave, opening the door and you could hear the commotion in the hall. I know that sound, it means mass casualties were coming in. Nurses shouting for blood and trauma teams. I had Ralph grab me some scrubs and suited up. He said I was hurt too and that I should stay in bed let the others take care of it, i told him it was my duty to take care of these people. Walking out into the halls of the hospital I saw men I have served with for the last six months, wounded or dead. I saw people I had met at the meeting last week. Eva and Cristoff and that cop, Kim. They just kept coming in. I worked with Jess to save who we could. There are still a couple dedicated or just plain crazy surgeons who stuck around, Thank God. Cause the med staff from the base couldn't handle some of the wounds these patients had. We saved the people we could save. Something happened somewhere in town, explosions, I didn't find out til later it was the base being destroyed. They rocked the hospital, cause the lights to flicker, but the generators held. Which is ggod, hard to patch up the wounded in the dark.
Then the unimaginable happened. The hospital itself was attacked. Vampires. Its hard enough to work on patients under normal circumstances. But being descended on by hungry vamps makes it near impossible. I had a guardian angel though. Ralph didn't let me out of his sight. He guarded the trauma room while I helped work on the injured. I'm not exactly sure what happened really after that. Jack was there and some of the others that had been at the meeting, Maddy, Penn, Izzy. They fought off the vamps. Then Jack ordered the hospital evacuated. We were loading up patients and supplies and equipment and bringing them to the high school. It was insane. We got out all of the patients. But there were so many who didn't make it. We lost a doctor and some nurses. Jack lost some soldiers, on top of the ones who were killed on patrol. Maddy lost a lot of her cops. Some of the patients that were already in the hospital, we weren't able to save.
I know I should try and sleep, but theres still too many things to do. Too many hurt people I need to take care of. No matter how I save it will never make up for the ones I am to blame for getting killed. Still I wont stop trying. I can't.