Author's Note: This story will contain some strong language, some gore, violence, and some adult themes.
Hello?
I can hear you, just speak into the mic and do your best to speak clearly.
Testing…
Testing… Is this thing on? I'm not seeing anything picking up on the recorder.
What do you mean? I'm showing it coming through on this display. It's the same setup you'll have in your barracks. We're just training you here so you know what you're doing.
I told them I'm terrible with this shit. I don't know why they want me to record this, it's not like I'm on the front lines with a lot of the other guys. I'm just a watchman, not exactly the man sent out on the dangerous missions.
We're just trying to give you the opportunity to get things off of your chest, so you don't succumb to the stresses of this war.
Am I going to be the only one to know what I say in these recordings, or will the brass be listening in on them?
This is completely anonymous. The only person who has access to your files is you. Your computer will only be accessed if you have authorized their usage for records should you die in the line of duty.
Yeah, as if dying now is a permanent thing.
You should already know the policy on what we do if someone is bitten or killed by a Z.
A round to the head, severing the brain stem… Yes, I know. It's only been bashed into our brains since this shit started.
Right… Let's see what's wrong with this thing. Let me take a look… You see that little icon there? It means the program is recording. We've been recording for the last 5 minutes.
Technology isn't exactly my strong suit. Do you think I'd be on guard duty if I had more "marketable" skills? I'm just a grunt, not one of you eggheads.
I understand that, but being a "grunt," you are in a position that could cause more stress and we're trying to help you cope with that. Do you think you could do this again later?
Yeah, I suppose so. If all else fails, I could just shoot the damn computer. I'd say that's pretty goddamn therapeutic.
Right…