Garry knew that he was going to die. He knew that it was
inevitable when MacReady told him and Nauls that in about an hour it would be
100 below outside, which would result in the three, or four of them, if Childs
was still alive, freezing to death. He used to be the Outpostís station manager.
He was in charge of almost everything. He believed that because he served in the
Army, that he had more authority than the others. All that was taken away when
the dog arrived at the camp. He didnít know that it wasnít really a dog, though.
Whatever it was had killed five of the twelve men in the camp, and had also
caused the death of possibly many others. It had caused tremendous paranoia
throughout the base, and it had resulted in him losing every bit of authority he
ever had. Now MacReady, their helicopter pilot, was in charge. And MacReady was
the one who had him tied up to that fucking couch when Palmer turned. He was
also the one who took half the blame for what happened to all that blood in the
medical room. But he knew that he was human. And he knew that the Thing that has
killed almost everyone here must die, and that the only way to ensure that it
dies is to destroy the entire base. He led the other two, Nauls and MacReady,
into the basement, where they were going to plant charges onto the generators.
When they got there, the generator was gone. Literally, gone.
MacReady told him to plant some explosives in the back of the room while he and
Nauls set up demolition charges. He went to the back of the room, behind some
boilers, and started to apply the explosive. Then he stopped and began to think
of his entire life before this nightmare.
He had been born in Brooklyn in 1936. His mother had died when he was two, and
his father was a bum alcoholic. He was beat up a lot in school, too. And when
his father died in Okinawa in '45, he thought his life was worthless. Then, in
1958, he met the love of his life, Jessica. He had loved her more than anything
else in the world, and when he held her, she could have melted the entire
Antarctic. Then, in 1968, she died of lung cancer. His heart had shattered in
billions of pieces. Then he was drafted into the Army. He didn't think life
could get any worse.
He remembered how he and Blair attended the same Army camp, and how they also
served in the same platoon in Vietnam. He saved Blair from dying from a gunshot
wound out there. And when they got back to the world, Garry became a station
manager at a military base in Antarctica, and Blair became a medical expert.
Back in New York, Garry met George Bennings, who he became close friends with,
and later both of them ended up working at the same U.S. military outpost. When
the other doctor who had served at Outpost 31 died from a tumor in the late 70s,
a new one was sent to them. Garry had a smile on his face, something he hadn't
had in years, when he saw that it was his old friend Blair.
But in the early winter of 1982, everything went to hell, and this Thing, that
could imitate anyone perfectly, just like it imitated that dog, had destroyed
everything here. It killed Bennings, and tried to replicate him, and then it
made Blair lose his sanity. Although Garry didnít think that entirely. Paranoia
and fear will make a man do anything. He knew that better than anyone because of
Vietnam. But when he later discovered that spaceship underneath the shed where
they were keeping Blair, he realized that his friend, who he had known for such
a long time, was dead. And he had probably died in a way too horrible to
He stopped thinking of his past, and the past two days, and began to re-apply
the explosives. Then he heard a noise behind him and turned.
It was Blair.