Eric Bynes

PBTD 02/7

“Well, I’m medical, special-teams trained. I am not infected by anything. I am a volunteer for life or until I am Damned, which I don’t count on happening.”“Why did you decide to volunteer?” Damian asked. “I was on a four-man team: me, Anthony, Keith, and Bobby out in the sands, doing routine hut-to-hut or house-to-house checks—whatever you want to call it. We walked right into a coven; some guys, Damned. Not very experienced, but strong. It was a serious FUBAR, like nothing I had engaged in before. Bobby and Keith were killed, pulled limb from limb right in front of Anthony and me by red-eyed sonsabitches. Anthony, well, he got Damned, but the demon was strong and Anthony was tired. It took over his body before anyone knew what to think. When the black ops team got there, there was nothing left of him anymore, so they put him down like a fucking wild dog.” “In fact, I’ve seen animals put down in a more humane manner. The black ops team had no idea what they were looking at, but I knew. I knew what kind of sick dark creatures were lurking, and that was something that would never go away.”

“I’ve been read in on the conditions on more than one occasion,” Eric agreed. “I’m pissed, and not just about my team, for every human who has ever gone through this. I’m pissed that Anthony will either be forgotten or remembered only as some psycho. I’m pissed that there is a dark entity out there, something that makes being human extremely risky, and I want to help do something about it.” “Look, I know that to you guys I probably look insane. You had no choice, and you do your best to make your time here worth something. Then this crazy-ass guy runs in like he’s Rambo, but that’s not how I think about myself. I want some retribution for my friends, and I want the world to be a safer place for the rest of the people out there. I’m not looking to take anything over or be a hot shot. Just show me where to go, who to heal, and who to kill.”