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Sasha Petrovic

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  11:41:46  23 March 2006
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Amoki
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Sasha Petrovic

Sasha Petrovic sits quietly under the tree eating his rations, as the storm off in the distance continues its display of lightning and distant sound of thunder. As often as he had seen lightning he never grew tired of watching it. Amazed at how such a furious force of Zone nature could be so beautiful. He smiled to himself and thought about how ironic it was that there were so many stranger things in the zone, that were much newer to the world than lightning, yet it was those bright arcs of electricity that held his attention more than all of the other zone anomalies. Possibly because he hadn’t ever known anyone to be killed by lightning, but he had known plenty of people who met their end in the zone itself.

Day break would be in a few minutes and he would be on his way into that very zone once again. Slipping past the military checkpoints had become routine to any stalker that had any experience at all. Most Stalkers Sasha was familiar with were from completely different parts of the world. Unlike the others, to Sasha, this was home. He grew up in a small village just south of Kiev. He was a young boy when the original Chernobyl accident occurred, April 26 1986. After the accident his family moved north to try to get away from the contamination. But within a year his father was dead from cancer, and his mother was not far behind. Somehow Sasha had avoided death from the affliction that claimed his parents, but that didn’t make him feel like he was particularly lucky. It seems like he went directly from child hood to adult over night. Living near the zone will do that though. He had grown up near here and this was the world he knew, although he secretly hoped for something different one day.

He did a quick check of equipment and weapons and pulled on his pack. The sun was just peeking over the horizon and he would need every bit of day light he could get. It was only a few kilometers into the zone before he came across what looked like another Stalker who had a run into something that he hadn’t been prepared for. The body was a few days old so Sasha wasn’t too worried about whatever it was still being around. Things don’t stand still to long in the outside sections of the zone. Mauled but not eaten, the body had a bit of galantine on it. Sasha pulled a bio-container out of his pack to collect a sample. Not a bad score for so early in the trip. The sample would bring enough to cover his rations and maybe some ammunition for his next outing. Of course all good Stalkers knew better than to plan much about the next trip until they survive the one they are on. As harsh as life around the zone can make someone, Sasha could not help but wonder about the Stalker he had found. He wished he had more time, so he could have buried him. It’s what he would want if he were ever found that way. But he had to keep moving. After several hours he came across a Niva that had seen better days. But with a little luck he could make use of it. After a look under the hood he checked the tank. Naturally there was very little fuel. As he pulled off his backpack to put it in the Niva something caught his attention from the woods along the side of the road. He didn’t get a good look but he knew by the smell that he was in trouble. As quickly as he could, he got into the Niva as the pack attacked. Blind dogs attack with such speed that it’s hard to believe they have such atrophied eyes. But what they lacked in vision they more than made up for with their other mutated senses. As they growled and ran towards the car, Sasha managed to roll up one window. However the window on the other side was broken out. A dog jumped up and stuck his head through the window and viciously snapped, trying to secure what would be its next meal. Pulling his knife from his boot Sasha plunged the knife deep into the underneath of it’s neck, severing it’s spine and wind pipe the animal was killed instantly. With the window of the car now temporarily blocked by the body of the blind dog, Sasha turned his attention to the wires underneath the dashboard. Already cut and hotwired previously it took only a few second to start the engine. With seven viscously hungry animals trying to get to you, the fewer the seconds the better. As he sped away he couldn’t help but feel sorry for the unnatural animal he had killed. Mutated as it was, he had always liked dogs. Too bad most of the zone inhabitants can’t return the sentiment.

With the fuel in the tank he would only get a five or six miles down the road before he would again be on foot. He hoped that pack wouldn’t follow for a second try at him. Blind dogs can track their prey for quite a ways, not just by scent but by psychic imprint. If he can make it far enough away from their ability to sense him they should lose interest. He could probably shoot most of them from the safety of the car but he didn’t want to use the ammunition on dogs if he could avoid it. There were far more dangerous things to save your bullets for inside the zone.

By midday, the Niva had run out of fuel a few kilometers outside a small deserted town, which was further than Sasha thought he would get out of the car. As he walked up the side of the road just past the first building coming into town he heard a sound.

„LLOORRRRRRSSSH!!!!!“

Sasha Froze for a moment. The sound didn’t seem to come from any particular place. Instinctively he crouched and checked his surroundings. Nothing was moving at all.

„LLOORRRRRRSSSH!!!!!“

The sound came from everywhere and nowhere. It sounded both distant and yet very close by. With as many times as Sasha had ventured into the zone he had never heard such a sound before. He couldn’t tell if the sound was made by a zone resident or some kind of anomaly. Slowly he pulled his detector from his thigh strap. Nothing….even radiation was minimal in this area at the moment.

„LLOORRRRRRSSSH!!!!!“

The sound was exactly the same each time, yet each time it came he felt more anxiety about it. A veteran of many trips into the zone of exclusion, he was not accustom to hearing a noise he had not come a crossed before. Not only that. He didn’t just hear the sound….he seemed to „feel“ it.

„LLOORRRRRRSSSH!!!!!“

Now his head began to hurt and he started to feel nauseated. He didn’t know what the sound was or where it was coming from, but he had to act. The building closest to him looked like an old gas station or mechanics shop. As carefully as he could he side stepped over toward the door of the building. He didn’t know what might await him inside but he knew didn’t want to be out in the open right now. He pulled a flare from his pack and ignited it. Throwing it into the building, hopefully blinding anything that was inside long enough to give him an edge. Entering quickly but carefully, he scanned the room now flickering crimson red from the flare, he saw nothing inside except of few plain old rats that quickly scattered.

„LLOORRRRRRSSSH!!!!!“

Again the sound echoed in Sasha’s head. The sound seemed the same volume inside as it did outside. Like a knife twisting behind his eye’s the pain that was now coinciding with the sound seemed to come from all around him. Suddenly the walls began to shake as his anomaly detector now began to beep frantically. Sasha now realized he was in the middle of a gravity concentration forming. Very few people had been around a new one when it formed and even fewer escaped them. The nausea and headache began to distort his vision. He had to run….he had to get away before he was both crushed and torn apart.

Desperately, he staggered towards the door. He felt his own weight begin to increase. He felt himself being pulled towards the floor. As he got to the door he wretched from the nausea but kept going. He had no idea how big the anomaly would be so he would just have to run as long as he could. Feeling like he was carrying three or four times his own weight he knew he must not allow himself to fall to the ground, as he would surely not be able to get up. The very blood was being pulled from his head as the g-forces increased. He started to faint as he made it to the edge of the event horizon. Feeling the pull on his body going back to normal, Sasha ran several more yards before he felt it would be safe enough to stop. Falling to his knees, his heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath. Turning to look back he saw a tree near the building he was in lower its branches to the ground just before it seemed to splinter into hundreds of pieces. The building itself then cracked and shattered. Falling very unnaturally into the gravity pit. Not like you would see a building fall that was demolished with explosives. This was a surreal vision. When a brick or even a rock hits the ground naturally there is at least a little bounce or rolling. But not here. Objects that fell here onto the ground lay where they land and stick there as if glued. Then even the ground itself was beginning to sink. Sasha realized how lucky he had been. He would like to be able to say that it was his experience that had saved him. But he had never experienced anything like this. Very few stalkers had. It made him realize that with all of the trips he had taken into the zone, he still would always run into things that he would not be completely prepared for. He smirked as he once again realized the „gravity“ of life as a S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Looking at his anomaly detector he thought to himself…„What a piece of junk…..I guess I better look into getting a more sensitive detector when I get back“

It was at that exact time, that it started to beep again..
  15:22:49  24 March 2006
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DiggerFI
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oops

The sound was exactly the same each time yet each time it came he felt more anxiety about it. A veteran of many trips into the zone of exclusion, he was not accustom to hearing a noise he had not some a crossed before. Not only that. He didn’t just hear the sound….he seemed to „feel“ it.

uhhmmn thats meant to be "come a crossed" not "some a crossed"
  01:48:18  25 March 2006
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Amoki
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oops

The sound was exactly the same each time yet each time it came he felt more anxiety about it. A veteran of many trips into the zone of exclusion, he was not accustom to hearing a noise he had not some a crossed before. Not only that. He didn’t just hear the sound….he seemed to „feel“ it.

uhhmmn thats meant to be "come a crossed" not "some a crossed"
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Can you be more specific on where it is? Alternately, you can re-email another edited copy of your text.
  14:40:11  4 December 2006
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DiggerFI
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Anything new?

What is going on with the contest?


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oops

The sound was exactly the same each time yet each time it came he felt more anxiety about it. A veteran of many trips into the zone of exclusion, he was not accustom to hearing a noise he had not some a crossed before. Not only that. He didn’t just hear the sound….he seemed to „feel“ it.

uhhmmn thats meant to be "come a crossed" not "some a crossed"

Can you be more specific on where it is? Alternately, you can re-email another edited copy of your text.
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  15:48:01  4 December 2006
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Send a copy edited by you to the address in my profile and I will finalize it.
 
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