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  10:25:28  14 February 2011
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Thanks Davis, i was beginning to worry people were seeing the Contradiction on Chapter 1 and just ignoring the rest of the story because of it. nice to know someone's still reading it.

i'll see if i can get a Mod to remove the problem.

as for the next chapter, i'm going for the science aspect for a bit, hope no one minds, please give feed back so i can try and aim the writing in the right direction
  07:43:10  12 February 2011
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Hell yes!! I love your story!

Yeah, that "Edit" thing is very irritating! Happened to me too... =| Nothing to do about it other than asking a moderator to change it for you(Don Reba).
  11:53:51  10 February 2011
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Blockage

Ok, to anyone that's still reading, i'm confused, it appears that i somehow posted the first chapter twice under two threads, i don't remeber doing this but it looks liek i have, only just noticed. also i read through the first chapter agian and realised that i contradicted myself about Wingnut's name. my apologies, anyone know how i can edit this now, i don't have the edit option anymore for that post.

PS, i kinda hit a block, can't remember where i was going with the story for a while, so sorry it took so long to post that last chapter
  13:42:54  7 February 2011
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Chapter 09

Bladewraith pushed his bicycle through the deep sandy back roads of Lashkar Gah this once busy city had been evacuated when British and Us forces forced their way in, over time people had returned to their homes to find them either destroyed or ransacked, many had nothing left but hatred for the westerners and they wanted revenge. Bladewraith fingered his long beard, and then ran his dirty hands through his long hair, how he missed the feel of a shower, 2 months living in this hell hole, always watching his back. He passed several stalls in the Market until he came to the food court he’d been to everyday for the last two weeks “Ah Asif, it is good to see you…” the assistant said in his native Afghan tongue “the usual?”
“Yes please Abdul… you honour me with your fine food” replied Bladewraith in fluent Afghan
“Please, please… take a seat.”
Bladewraith sat down at his normal table and watched the world go by. However he watched more carefully the two discreet cars on the other side of the street, they’d come to the same house each day and two men would walk inside both wearing fine suits ‘if only they had tailors cut they jackets a little wider, that way their guns wouldn’t give their tell tale bulge.’ He thought to himself

Abdul walked over and placed a plate of steamed vegetables in front of him and sat down beside him. “They’ve begun transporting crates out late last night…” speaking in English quietly
“What’s inside them?”
“Don’t know… but they’re heavy” replied Abdul “It takes two men to lift one… and the truck was riding low”
“How long?”
“One… maybe two more nights, and it will all be gone.”
Bladewraith picked a Mobile phone out of his pocket, he listened to its ring, once it connected he spoke quietly into it “George come in, this is Blackadder” Bladewraith grinned slightly, he loved the call signs his CO used
“Blackadder, this is George”
“George, Baldric is removing the turnips, repeat Baldric is taking removing the turnips”
Suddenly two men wearing traditional robes walked up behind each of the sitting men and placed knives at their throats, “Fuck” was all Bladewraith could say as he discreetly dropped the phone inside his Shemagh, however then man behind him fished it out immediately. Bladewraith studied the men quickly, standard dress, nothing bulging anywhere, ‘No other weapons’ he thought, the attackers were obviously ready to die, the looks on their faces almost pleaded with Bladewraith to react, to send them to their heaven 72. Bladewraith stared back, his eyes pleading with the men not to give him a reason to do so.

The Man behind Abdul looked Bladewraith in the eyes and sliced the knife across Abdul’s neck and blood splattered over the ground in front of him as Abdul dropped to the floor. Bladewraith acted quickly, his hand grasping around the man behind’s hand, and twisted it quickly before getting to his feet and pulling his Kukri out and Pushed it into the attackers chest, the other attacker lashed out almost instantly with the knife slashing Bladewraith’s arm, the instant pain seared through Bladewraith’s mind as the blade sunk half an inch into his flesh cutting its way through the toned muscle with relative ease


Bladewraith woke suddenly; gentle rumbles shook the ground inside the tunnel, he lay there awake for several moments, he rubbed the scar of his left arm, he thought quickly about the scar, it never bothered him in the Zone, only on the outside, the peacefulness of real life made him think of it, the Zone was different he never had time to think of the past… in that way, the Zone was one of the most peaceful places on earth. another rumble jarred him from his thoughts, he rolled over and picked up the his flashlight he’d left on the counter beside the bed and clicked it into life, he looked around the room, his eyes still barely wanting to open their dryness almost painful, he blinked several times willing them to moisten and open more completely, as he scanned the room he quickly realised both beds that were occupied when he had closed his eyes were only a few hours ago were now empty “Interesting…” he said to both himself and no one. He walked over to the door and gently turned the handle, opening the latch slowly, he opened the door and a feint light emanated from the room beyond, Bladewraith flicked the light off and opened the door.

He soon saw Wingnut and Tamara looking directly at the main door, both still clothed he thanked his luck for that, he’d seen and done almost everything life had to offer, and although the idea of walking into a room to find Wingnut getting friendly with Tamara had been his instantaneous thought at their absence, it was not something he wanted to see. He allowed the door to swing shut behind him as he strolled towards them
“What’s going on?” he asked
“I think it’s a just a blowout” Wingnut responded
“It is, but we’re safe down here” interrupted Tamara
“Ok then…” Bladewraith replied, joining them watching the main door. As they looked towards the door silently, the rumbles worsened, gentle shaking the bunker’s sturdy walls and they were plunged into darkness

Bladewraith quickly clicked his torch back on once more as the rumbles receded. “So then… anyone care to explain”
“The Blowout must’ve cut the power” replied Tamara
“No shit Sherlock!” answered Wingnut. Tamara looked down at her feet; she figured Wingnut wanted to keep up his hard man persona in front of Bladewraith
“How we gonna get out then?”
“The doors are on an emergency battery, they’ll only last for a day or so, but they should open”
“Well bud we’d better go check it out” Bladewraith said as he looked at Wingnut while pointing towards the door.
Wingnut hung his head and walked towards the door, he looked down at himself, in the dark noticing his lack of suit or tools, he turned and made his way back to the sleeping room, where he got himself dressed

Bladewraith stood in the main room with Tamara his flashlight wondered over her. “So what were you two doing then?”
“Just chatting…”
“Really… well if that’s what you kids call it nowadays!”
“What! How dare you, I…” she started before mentally kicking herself realising he was just taking the piss, “Oh very funny!”
“Yeah, well…”
Tamara walked back towards the Sofa and took a seat, Bladewraith used his torch to guide him to the nearest leaning position where he could watch over the door and wait
“So what brought you to the Zone then?”
“Lots of things… too many to mention”
“Try!” Tamara sounded almost annoyed about the loss of power
Bladewraith stood from his leaning positions and turned towards her
“Look… all the who, when and whys… theres no need for them here in the Zone, no one cares, and no one wants to talk about them.”
“But Wingnut did… he seemed a lot happier chatting about his past”
“Fair enough… but I’m not Wingnut” Bladewraith wandered over to the armoury and picked up an MP5 and a pair of Night Vision goggles, and then wandered back to the door, as Wingnut walked out of the sleeping quarters, now suited and booted and over to the door. He flicked the switch and the door opened slowly, he quickly turned back and nodded to Bladewraith, who followed him out into the dark tunnel switching his NVGs on, a gentle whining hum piercing the silence, Wingnut clicked his Head Torch on and turned towards the Generator room before disappearing into the darkness beyond, the door slowly closed behind them Tamara was alone once more.

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  13:41:07  18 January 2011
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Chapter 08

Wingnut was woken during the night, he lifted his heavy head off the pillow and opened his eyes, he hadn’t slept so soundly since they’d entered the zone, and the room was as dark as the sun bright, and completely silent, except for the gentle snoring of his friend; yet another incredibly rare treat in the Zone, at any normal point there would be the growl of mutant, or the sound of gunshots throughout the night, and when neither happened, it was the sound of the rain or extreme wind on whatever shelter they’d be sleeping in that night, but being so far underground, meant no light, and no noise something to be savoured in the ever changing turmoil of the Zone. He laid his head back down upon the pillow and closed his eyes once more… a few moments later he could hear yet another noise in the background, he opened his eyes once more but made sure not to move. He could hear a gentle sobbing coming from the other side of the room. He quietly reached across and collected a glow stick from his pack, one that he’d salvaged from one of the lockers a few days before.

CRACK . The noise of him breaking the fluid of the stick was excruciatingly loud in the silence his ears had become adjusted too. The sobbing stopped instantly, Wingnut got to his feet trying to avoid looking directly at the stick due to its immense brightness in the pitch darkness, he walked quietly over towards Tamara’s bed, the only evidence to his movement was the now bright green stick seamlessly floating towards her, in the pale light it cast out, Wingnut could see her lying on her bed, eye shuts, lying on her right side; as her stared at her face, he could see the green glowing light glint from the side of her cheek and bridge of her nose, and on closer inspection her eye were not only closed but almost clamped shut by her eyelids, in a vain attempt to refuse exit of anymore tears. Wingnut tapped her gently upon the shoulder before placing his finger on his lips, she opened her right eye fractionally, still pretending to be asleep, upon seeing him standing over her, with his finger over his lips, she opened her eyes, tears flooded out as she did. Wingnut stared at her for a few moments, his thoughts returned to countless women in the outside world, all but one had let him down in one way or another, and they’d usually begin the charade by starting crying. Wingnut took a deep breath and used his silencing finger to tell her to follow him, he stood and waited for her to get to her feet, she managed this barely, and her weeping and lack of sleep taking its toll on her already exhausted body.

Wingnut led her out of the sleeping quarters and into the main living area, it was also dark until Wingnut turned the light over the armoury on, so as not to be so bright as to hurt their eyes, it had only been a week since they arrived in this place but it already felt a bit like home. He pointed down at the sofa, ordering her to sit, while he made his way into the kitchen and put the kettle on. He turned and looked at her while the water heated up.
“So…” he asked
“So…” she responded hesitantly, she’d been scared of everything that moved and several things that didn’t since her friends had been killed, and his standing position was not entirely comforting, although this momentary distraction held back her tears, and her defences returned slightly
“I understand how you might be feeling right now.”
“Really? I’m sorry to say I find it hard to believe, Stalker’s don’t care about others!” this remark hit Wingnut hard
“Really… Until we came along, how many Stalkers had you met?”
“Well none, but that’s not the point!”
“Isn’t it? There are some Stalkers… the Bandits for example, that don’t care, but near enough everyone else does on some level or another, I would’ve hoped that us being here and looking after you would’ve proved that.” His point seemed amplified by the clicking of the kettle as the water finished boiling; he continued listening while he placed tea bags into two mugs.
“I guess on a small level it does, but you did have me tied up,” Wingnut went to say something but she put both hands in the air as if to block his comment “I know, I gave you guy’s good reason to… I’m not holding it against you” Wingnut finished pouring the boiling water into the mugs and returned the kettle to its stand. He stood and stirred the tea mixture into the boiling water before removing the bag, he walked over to her and passed her one of the mugs.
“All I’m saying is I understand. Ok.”
“How though, if you say so the fair enough but… how can you?” she spoke as she sipped on the bitter tea. What I’d do for some fresh milk, she leaned forwards and picked up a sachet of sugar from the coffee table, ripped it open and poured it in.
“You’re upset because…”
“I think I’m a little more than upset!” She butted in.
Wingnut paused then continued “Because you have lost 7 people you worked with… surely your research into Zone before you came here would’ve told you it was a risk?”
“Yeah it did, but we didn’t figure that a single creature would cause the entire team to go insane and killed each other!” she began to become slightly angry at his words, almost patronising her, she’d worked hard her entire life to get such an important position and to have it all ended by a strange mutated creature was very hard for her to except, so this guy, coming along and berating her about the mistakes they’d made, really wasn’t helping.
“You lost people… those you worked with. All I’m saying is that I understand ok” he was getting angry at her taking his comments so personally, she always used to do that as well. He tried to bury his thoughts of the past.
“Well what have you lost that’s as important as 7 people you worked so closely too?”
Wingnut stared at her, he’d managed to keep his past hidden from everyone, including Bladewraith for all this time and he was trying to help this woman and she was forcing his hand in just a few days, of course this was mostly down to the fact that Bladewraith never pushed him for information, he understood private matters and so did Wingnut, who also knew nothing about what brought Bladewraith to the Zone, they trusted each other to look out for one another and that was that; not like this ‘oh so clever girl’ he thought to himself. He stared her in the eyes for almost a minute, no emotion coming to his face, he had none left to give. She stared back at him waiting for his answer, a small amount of pride came from his initial silence, she believed she’d put him in his place.
“My wife and Son” Wingnut said Tamara heart sank, her anger waned instantly and she began to feel very sorry for being so stupid as to pry into his personal life and summing he’d never lost anything important, it did occur to her however that he’d said this in a very matter of fact way.
“I’m sorry” was all she managed to get out while sheepishly looking at the floor
“I’m a Murderer Tamara…” Tamara locked eyes with him, is he about to kill me she thought, his face was still completely void of feeling, he cared not for what he’d done, “I used to be a mechanic, I worked in a garage, good hours, simple work fixing cars and trucks… I was happily married and had a 6 year old son… Things were great…” Tamara watched him intently, hoping to see some essence of humanity left in him… something to let her know he wasn’t going to kill her for pushing him to this point “then one day these fucking pathetic kids turned up, driving around causing mayhem on the roads, one of them was a known drug dealer… and was on the run from the police… my wife worked in the little shop next door, she always believed in the justice system… as soon as they came into view she’d phoned the police… I’d always told her not to get involved… that was the way the world was…” he began wave his hands around exasperatedly, and his voice cracked slightly “but she didn’t realise that there was this little kid in the shop at the time playing with my son… there were about the same age… That snot nosed little shit, he was playing my own son” at this point small tears were beginning to run down his face “he was the dealer’s son, so when daddy came in and picked him up, and the little bastard told the dealer son of a bitch that the nice lady had phoned the police, he burned the place to the ground, my wife and son inside” Wingnut was sniffling and crying into his hands as he uttered the final word. Tamara felt so pathetic, she knew everyone on the team, and worked with them for years… but she didn’t love any of them, she almost broke out in tears once more out of sympathy.
“So… how does that make you a murderer?” she said through broken tears, she no longer feared Wingnut like she had done a few minutes before, but she did fear the answer to her question.
“They arrested the dealer, it took almost 6 months for it to go to court, I wallowed in self pity every second before the trial, and the fucking snivelling little arsehole lawyer got the dealer off scot fucking free! Lack of evidence apparently! So I set out to punish him, to cause him a small measure of the pain and anguish he’d caused me, it was cold and calculated; I mixed a few of the chemicals from around the workshop together and blew his troublesome friends to smithereens, explosives linked to their starter motors. I then Blew up the lawyer’s home with him inside, then when I eventually captured the dealer and put him in the back of his car, tied up and beaten half to death, I lit it on fire and pushed it off a cliff!” Tamara Stayed silent, she knew she hated all these things Wingnut was saying, she feared his anger, but at the same time tried to understand why he’d done what he did. “I left that snot nosed little boy fatherless… that was the one thing I felt bad about, but it was too late, only problem is it didn’t make me feel any better, I still had no wife… no son… nothing, my hatred kept me busy, took my mind off my loss, but onec those I hated were gone, I had nothing I was an empty shell… to make matters worse the police found some of my DNA in a few of the crime scenes they allowed me out on bail because of my” he brought his hands up and quoted the air “traumatic experiences”, and I legged it, I’d heard about the Zone on the news and figured if I was going to hell… I might as well turn up early…” Tamara pitied Wingnut at that moment; she knew and understood his feeling of emptiness.
“So how did you meet Bladewraith then?”
“We met on the plane to here, I’d managed to get a fake passport and got out of England, we weren’t the only men on board destined for the zone, but we were the only ones that had planned ahead and managed to get through customs. I managed to use a fake letter inviting me to a real funeral” Wingnut’s tears had stopped by now, and Tamara’s slowly followed
“I’m so sorry”
“Don’t be… it doesn’t help… just understand my loss, like I understand yours.”
Tamara completely understood, and looking at him, she stopped her thoughts of self destruction, of pain, and instead remembered who her companions for the people they were, good hard working people. She still had admiration for them and she would always miss them, but only remember the good times.

“So out of curiosity, why didn’t your employers investigate the reason you’d gone dark?” she thanked Wingnut silently with a smile for changing the subject.
“Because it could draw unnecessary attention to the base, and the fact we were here.”
“But what if your radio went down, but you’d all still been good?”
“Then our orders were to place some form of radio beacon outside the tunnel, and they would send out a Predator UAV, to find us, if that UAV couldn’t find us they would classify us all MIA and close the case, so after the helicopter Crash that killed O’Brian and Hunt and took out the antennae array, he placed the signal outside but nothing came”
“So what happened to the UAV?”
“We never found out. I figured that the Radio Beacon’s battery would have run out after a few days, perhaps it took to long to organise, they beacon died and it… she stopped as a small tremor was felt through the ground. Wingnut walked towards the door, and placed his head side on to it, listening to any noise that was coming through, a faint whisper could be heard as the tremors became stronger and longer.
A clunking noise was then heard behind them as Bladewraith closed the door to the sleeping room, obviously still half asleep he staggered in
“What’s going on?” he asked
“I think it’s a just a blowout” Wingnut responded
“It is, but we’re safe down here” interrupted Tamara
“Ok then…” Bladewraith replied

As they looked towards the door silently, they were plunged into sudden darkness

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  10:31:59  18 January 2011
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Well, IMHO it's really worth it, the way you write makes me see it. I guess your re-rewriting is pretty close to how the big authors work

-well, maybe without the whiskey unless you are a descendant of Hemingway
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Thanks, i've never really thought much of my writing ability, (It took me 3 attempts to pass GCSE English) i was more writing this for myself, otherwise i just randomly think of little bits here and there, putting it down on paper helps me organise it.

i'll be honest when i put it up i was questioning whether or not to continue posting new chapters, thinking i'd just right the story for myself and keep it there, but after Disabled Dino's comments i figured i'd continue posting, once each chapter is written. i'm also open to suggestions, if i can work them in i will, i'm afraid as boring as it may sound the next chapter is going to deal a lot with character background info, hopefully it will give greater understanding of my characters.

Again Thanks
  00:40:02  18 January 2011
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Cheers, it's taken a good couple of weeks to write those ones but every time i try and contniue it, half way through the chapter i think of something else, so it's a constant write... edit... re-write... whiskey... write... delete drunken Gibberish... and so forth, but i'll keep trying

agian thanks
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Well, IMHO it's really worth it, the way you write makes me see it. I guess your re-rewriting is pretty close to how the big authors work

-well, maybe without the whiskey unless you are a descendant of Hemingway
  18:47:12  17 January 2011
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Corporal Mike Hunt.

Really? REALLY?



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Yeah well... i thought it was funny


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On a side note, the story is very interesting so far and I'm eagerly awaiting the next instalment. The whole scientist part is pretty original and I'm enjoying how you talk about the artifacts.

Great work, keep it up!
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Cheers, it's taken a good couple of weeks to write those ones but every time i try and contniue it, half way through the chapter i think of something else, so it's a constant write... edit... re-write... whiskey... write... delete drunken Gibberish... and so forth, but i'll keep trying

agian thanks
  04:12:44  15 January 2011
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Corporal Mike Hunt.
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Really? REALLY?



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On a side note, the story is very interesting so far and I'm eagerly awaiting the next instalment. The whole scientist part is pretty original and I'm enjoying how you talk about the artifacts.

Great work, keep it up!
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Chapter 07: the Good Doctor

The doctor’s eyes opened in daze of confusion, as then locked on Bladewraith as he stood over her and she darted back on he elbows before getting to her feet, with rage still in her eyes
“Doctor Johansson?” Bladewraith asked
She charged at him once more, her fists flying all directions, Bladewraith ducked and blocked every punch she threw, she obviously had no training in hand to hand combat, where as almost every Stalker did, whether it was professionally trained or just picked up as they went along; Bladewraith was fortunate enough to have taken several Krav Maga lessons before entering the Zone. He continued to block every punch that came his way, but he was getting very annoyed that she didn’t seem to be tiring, on occasion she would either get a punch through by chance or she’d kick out, all the time Wingnut watched in amusement from the door, however she was getting more irate with every failed punch and kick, so jumped back and picked up a scalpel from the counter and began lunging at Bladewraith with it, he continued to block, but this spurred Wingnut into action, both men were of the same upbringing that they shouldn’t warm a women unless their lives depended on it, so his own moral compass struggled with what to do until he ran out of the artefact room and grabbed the tranquilizer gun off the wall in the cage room. Running through pulling the bolt back and loading a dart into the breach, he tried to aim at her but she was moved behind Bladewraith too quickly.
“DUCK!!!” cried Wingnut
And Bladewraith instinctively kicked his own legs out from underneath him and dropped to the floor, she was left punching into thin air when the dart impact her shoulder, she looked at it confusingly, before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she passed out, dropping down and collapsing onto Bladewraith.

Bladewraith pushed the doctor to one side, she was nothing more than dead weight so she flumped onto the floor, he got to his feet gingerly and looked at Wingnut, an oblivious amount of irritation was evident across his face “What the fuck took you so long!” he shouted
“… Sorry?” was all Wingnut said
“Jeez… give me a hand to put her on the table” they picked her up and carried her through to the examination table in the lab, and used the old straps to tie her down
“How the hell did she manage to last so long by herself?” asked Wingnut
“God knows mate, but she did…” he checked her over looking for injury evidence to her first name, he rifled through her pockets finding very little until he came across a couple of belts she wore under her lab coat. Attached to them were a number of artefacts some he recognised, other he didn’t. Bladewraith set about removing these belts, meanwhile Wingnut walked back into the room and picked up her pack and looked inside, he slowly walked back into the lab his hand deep inside the bag.
“You got lucky bud…”
“and Why’s that…” he replied as he watched Wingnut pulled his hand out of the bag, 2 fragmentation grenades along with it. if she’d been truly insane she wouldn’t have hesitated to blow herself up and take them with her. They looked through the rest of the bag, and found she’d had, if rationed properly, a month’s worth of food, and the bodies had been decaying for much longer then that

They sat there for hours waiting for her to regain consciousness, in the meantime they had finished wrapping the bodies and then placed them out in the tunnel waiting to be taken and burned, they’d also dragged the bodies of the mutants out as well, and slowly but surely the smell in the bunker was getting better, the last job which was left to Wingnut was to clear all the rotted food from the pantry and put that out in the tunnel as well. Eventually after 6 and a half hour she opened her eyes, as soon as she saw the men, she tried to escape before realising she was tied down to the table. She struggled against her restraints for some time while Bladewraith and Wingnut attempt to talk to her, she spit her words out with vile hatred on her voice.
“Let me go you freaks!”
“Doctor… calm down we’re not going to hurt you… what’s you name?”
“Liars… if it wasn’t for you they’d all still be alive” At this she burst into tears, they didn’t know what she meant by this, but she’d at least stopped struggling against her restraints.
“What d you mean… if it wasn’t for you?”
“Don’t bullshit me… you bastards shot down the Lieutenant.” She managed to say this through her tears.
“We didn’t shot anyone down… I give you my word”
“Maybe not you but your friends… they did it! Fucking Military grunts!” at this the penny finally dropped for Bladewraith, the Ukrainian Military had shot the chopper down
“Listen, Love… we’re not the Military, we’re Stalkers!” it suddenly occurred that the use of the word stalkers and stalking in front of a women might not be the best idea, but it was too late now
“Stalkers… well if that’s true then you’re not Military grunts” she seemed to have calmed down at this “you’re thieving fucking scum!” and alas it was back to the shouting and struggling
“Whatever love…” Bladewraith walked out of the room, Wingnut along with him. They walked out of the room and discussed what to do… Wingnut suggested they take all the gear and leave he in there, Bladewraith just looked at him. He’d always wondered what it was that had happened to Wingnut that made him detest being round women, he knew Wingnut wasn’t gay, but he still questioned it.

Wingnut decided to go and burn the bodies of the mutants and erect a pyre for the former residents of the bunker, Bladewraith walked back in and no sooner had he sat down on the stool next to her, then she’d spat in his face. He wiped the spit from his face with his Shemagh, and then sat quietly, waiting for her to fill the void with information; she struggled with her restraints eventually started talking
“I won’t tell you anything you know!”
“I don’t expect you too.”
“Yeah right… there’s probably hundred of questions running through your head right know… your just too stupid to know which one to ask first”
“Whatever you say love…” Bladewraith picked up a bottle of water and poured it into a glass and drank a few sips, he then offered her the rest of the glass
“Tell you what… I give you this glass of water, in exchange…”
“See! I knew you wanted something” he was quickly cut off by her remark and he sipped more from the glass, then refilled it
“In Exchange” he emphasized these words to make a point “I want you to stop struggling against the straps, your only gonna hurt yourself” he watched the thought go through her mind, before she turned her head and continued struggling.
“Very well… have it you way, he drank the rest of the glass and left the empty glass and the full bottle on the work top to tempt her” he then left to go and check on Wingnut, when he heard Gunfire he turned into a sprint.

He got outside to see a pack of dogs attacking Wingnut, several lay dead on the floor, but there was far too many and they were circling him when one jumped at him from behind and bite down into his upper arm and held on. Wingnut punched the dog away and fired a single shot into it before another dog attacked from his other side knocking him to the ground. Bladewraith ran out pistol drawn as he’d left his rifle inside as he fired off the magazine into 6 of the dogs, felling 5 of them, he dropped to one knee and changed magazines and fire of half of that one, before all the dogs were dead. He ran over to Wingnut whose arm and leg were completely covered in blood, Bladewraith holstered his Berretta and grabbed hold of the loop on the back of Wingnut’s vest and dragged him rapidly back down the tunnel. “All the while, Wingnut was shouting at him for leaving him to do the dirty work.”

Three days had passed since the dog attack on Wingnut, and he was still recovering in one of the beds, Bladewraith would come in and play cards or hand over some food before doing the same thing for their female prisoner, who had eventually agreed to stop struggling for some water and had even accepted some food as she seemed to be starving, however she’d been giving Bladewraith the silent treatment since, so he filled the silence by explaining what had happened to Wingnut, and even how he was treating his friend’s wounds, hoping her medical instinct would be to help and give advice, but she hadn’t her resolve to ignore Bladewraith except to look at the food and water he was bringing was holding fast. Suddenly the good Doctor decided she’d had enough silence…
“Tamara”
“What…”
“You asked me my name… it’s Tamara”
“Well.. It’s… err… nice to meet… you Tamara…” Bladewraith was taken aback by this sudden change in her attitude
“and your name is?”
“Bladewraith, just call me Bladewraith”
“Wow… strange name… your mommy give that to you”
“No… a Rookie Stalker I saved from some bandits did.”
“Wow, a real hero… and what about your friend… Wingnut was it” Bladewraith realised he’d mentioned his name a few times when talking about his treatment.
“Yup, but I’m not gonna tell you how he got that name… that’s his business” Bladewraith felt a smile come to his face
“What did you do with my friends?”
“Nothing yet, we’ve wrapped them respectfully in sheets and we were building a Pyre when Wingnut was attacked, we’ll continue when he’s better.”
“That’s more than I’d hoped actually.. I figured you just dumped them in some hole”
“Stalkers aren’t as bad as you think…” Bladewraith paused before carrying on, not sure as to whether or not to ask during this brief chance of speaking. “What happened here… why did they all kill each other?”
Tears came to Tamara’s eyes “everyone went insane, they were the most caring group of people I’d ever spent time with, and they went insane.” Tamara was now crying a lot, she turned her head away from him
Bladewraith stayed silent, not wanting to push. Bladewraith pulled out his Berretta, and her tears of pain turned to tears of fear, until he reached down and unclipped the straps holding her arms, he knew that she would still not be able to reach the ones around her legs and body, but it was meant as an act of faith on his part, but also let her know that he was ready if she tried anything. A small smile appeared on her face then quickly disappeared as she continued crying.

Wingnut was on the mend now both physically and mentally, he wasn’t sure why he was so angry with Bladewraith over Tamara. He took over watch duty while Bladewraith slept, he did demand that her hands were tied while he did this but she seemed to understand. He asked her how she survived for so long stuck in that room. As she began to speak, Bladewraith staggering in, still fairly dreary from just waking up, but once he was there Wingnut agreed to allow her hands some freedom. She managed to explain this time. The research team had entered the Zone under cover, and so long as they kept this side of the CNPP, and kept low, the interference stopped the USS detecting them, they’d managed to find this old fallout shelter and after a few weeks convert it to what they see now. It was incredible the species they were collecting, and that continued for many weeks, they would take the chopper once a week for fresh supplies until one day Hunt and O’Brian had managed to capture a Controller, they’d never seen anything like the power the creature possessed and managed to sedate it and that neutralised it’s abilities, they had been experimenting on him for almost a week, and had managed to keep him sedated enough that he wasn’t a threat with his mental abilities. Then Hunt and Manning had managed to capture this strange creature they’d never seen or heard of before…
“The Poltergeist?” Wingnut Asked
“We never knew what the Stalker called them, however it was dying, we assumed it was a result of the sedation, so we set about running some tests on it before it died, getting brain scans and what not…” Bladewraith and Wingnut merely nodded “but because we were so concentrated on it we didn’t give the Controller its sedative that day, we all went to bed and when I woke in the morning John… Dr. Brown was doing his video report while I made myself a coffee, they guys were off had been getting the supplies as normal in the chopper… when it crashed…” She began to develop small tears once again Jackson and O’Brian were onboard and killed instantly, however the crash damaged the antennae and we could radio for back up. Then Sergeant Hunt took charge and held us together, but then Dr Samuels began to act differently, I was working on a few of the artefacts to take my mind off things, while the Sergeant was talking to me, when Samuels came in and picked up the key for the cages, the Sergeant asked him what he was doing, but Samuels was strange he didn’t focus on anything, just the key, the Sergeant ordered him to stop, but he wouldn’t the Sergeant shot him to protect the rest of us, but Dr Brown ran off screaming I was still in the artefact hold, which has shielding to protect against the effects of the artefacts, when the Sergeant was holding his head in pain, his hand pointed the gun at me but he was struggling to pull it away, he knew something was trying to control him and shot himself to stop it. I shut myself inside and locked the door; the Sergeant had left his pack inside the room when before he shot Samuels, so I ate the food he had in there but tried to drag it out. I kept up my studies on the artefacts to take my mind off what happened. I then discovered that some of the artefacts could stave off hunger, so I used these but also had to use other to stop the radiation, I then used some that slowed my heart beat as a side effect, which made me every tired, I would sleep for days wake and eat a really small amount and feel full and drink some water then go back to sleep, I’ve no idea how long I was in there, by the time I decided to try and leave I hadn’t noticed the power was out. And the door was sealed, when I woke up the other day I could hear you talking about the bodies and hid, but when you came in I didn’t know what to do…” she’d managed to keep the tears back this time “I’m sorry”
Both men were shocked, they looked at her belts and figure that if used correctly, they could almost work like a form of stasis for the body.
“I assume there’s no rescue mission?”
“We’re not officially here… if we went dark, we stayed dark”
Bladewraith looked at Wingnut for approval, and Wingnut nodded, knowing what Bladewraith was planning, he then reached down and unclipped the rest of her restraints. She sat up for the first time in a week and rubbed her body where the straps had been
“We’re sorry too, ok… but you did try and kill me when we first met”
“Yeah… sorry about that, I was a little scared.”
“Well, I think it’s time we burn the Pyre, it’s all ready for you to say goodbye”
“Thank you…”
They made their way outside and she inspected the pyre, and said a silent farewell to each of them, then took hold of the lighter from Wingnut and lit the fire, they stayed in front of the fire for 4 hours until it had died down they spent much of that time in silence, but soon the light began to fade and they made their way back inside, when they returned they went straight to bed.

End of Chapter

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