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John Carpenter's

Garry's Memories

by Sanders

 

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. Nobody did.

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 imagine.

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.


 


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