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  18:27:50  9 December 2010
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Thrashdude
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He Came From Magadan

It was a dark, cold Saturday. Dump was watching as two birds were fighting each other for food. He was watching as a slow stream of water flowed down the hill. The grass was green, but not as green as it was in Magadan.

A raspy quack rammed through his thoughts. He slowly looked upwards, only to see the red bird finally take the piece of meat from the black one. Life was just like that fight; if you weren’t tough, somebody would take all your rights. All this thoughts shrouded the fact that his back was aching.

After moments of thinking, Dump slowly pulled himself upwards and slowly sat down, this time his back was to the tree.
The tree’s surface was rough, but soft enough for him to slowly lean towards it. It gave him a sense of self-control in this place. It was the only thing he cared about. He looked left. The house on his left, made of reddish bricks whose colours were still standing against the inevitability of nature, decay and death. Oddly enough, the insides were caved in. He didn’t think about it. He hoped he wouldn’t die here. At least not in a way that would made him forgettable. He didn’t want to die like common household bugs. He would get out of this place, when he had the money.

He needed the money- He could get the money, leave Ukraine. Leave the whole Slavic parts. Get to America. Britain. Canada.
It was his dream. And his dream was the thing that allowed him to stand on his feet to this day-He was dumped by everything after all. Even animals were ignoring him at times-he could watch as a hungry boar look at him and then go away.

He didn’t even have a loaded gun to protect himself-all he had was prison rags, and a Makarov which wasn’t surely in top condition. It wasn’t even loaded. He had a piece of bread, and a piece of bacon, taken on the run. He didn’t have an effective melee weapon, only a rolling pin that was taken to send that officer to sleep. That was mostly all he had. He wasn’t barefoot-but he did not have socks. All he had was leather boots, creating calluses on his feet. He also had gloves- made for working. It did not help them in writing or making gestures too.

His rucksack was mostly empty. Aside from the food and the Rolling Pin, it was empty. Not a map, no first-aid kits. Waist-deep in a bog of death was all he could say. And he didn’t even have a snake to hold onto. The Military would shoot him on sight. He couldn’t see anyone else in his radius either. But he knew he’d die here if he would stay in this copse. And the show had to go on.

The break was over- Dump slowly got up and kept on his stroll. His arm was sore-after that crash, it was pretty bad. It was a helpless, infected piece of flesh with hardly any chance of survival- Just like Dump himself.

He walked towards freedom-one step at a time. But, with this pace, it seemed far, far away. But he had no other chance except to get to a camp.

But he knew he wouldn’t make it that far- getting out of the copse was a hard thing to do, as his sore arm had seizures.
But he didn’t care. He started to walk, defiant to the end.


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CORDON

06:00-Saturday

Dump slowly looked around. The rotting trees were eerily scattered around, and a dead pig was on the grass, with red paste all around it’s body. Dump didn’t care about it. He kept walking.

His boots were now pretty dirty, and the prison rags on him couldn’t handle the job of ‘’protection.’’ He slowly looked around, only to see a brick wall. This wall wasn’t red, unlike the house’s walls that were now left behind him. Actually, everything lost it’s color as he moved forward- The signs were showing that he was now near his second step to freedom. He was now officially in the Zone. The bad thing was, he didn’t know anything about people here. Would he get embraced with a warm welcome? Would he get shot, tortured, raped and killed? He didn’t know.

Even though animals seemed to ignore him, humans would not. He could see a fire through the absent bricks- and the place seemed to be guarded.

For safety, he grabbed his Makarov which was empty and held it in his right hand. His other hand held the rolling pin. He found the rolling pin unfitting- but it was the best for knocking people out without the risk of killing.

As he slowly went out of cover, he heard a shotgun blast- a wave of sound that went through the air, which annoyed Dump. He quickly placed the rolling pin inside his rucksack- it wouldn’t do any good against shotguns after all.

Dump slowly proceeded towards the entrance, where he saw a man in a green jacket get out. The man had an armor vest as well. The man took a few steps- only to shout ‘’It’s dead!’’ and then try to pull it.
The men inside were probably hungry, and Dump slowly watched as two other men ran towards the man who killed the animal. The group then started to pull the dead thing, dragging it across the grass.

He quickly took a look inside the village again- but this time, he actually climbed over the wall, thinking that the front part could be too dangerous, as the men with armor and shotguns were there.
As he entered, he fell- on his arm.

He shouted in pain, rolling on the floor like a dying turtle. Suddenly, a man with a black jacket neared him and aimed a pistol towards his face.

‘’What are you doing, Stalker?!’’

The man seemed dangerous. His finger wasn’t even resting on the triggerguard, it was on the trigger.

Dump sighed- He was now in the living hell called the Zone. But this hell was his only way to Heaven.
  01:11:14  10 December 2010
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I like it. Keep on going Thrash.
  04:52:36  10 December 2010
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Maiman
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What happened to the story of the dual wield archer? Or the nerf warrior? Or the water gun sniper?

Anyways good to see you join the stalker story threads, I am sure your quite insane mind will breed greatness in stories like your previous works
  16:57:08  10 December 2010
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Thrashdude
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He Came From Magadan


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What happened to the story of the dual wield archer? Or the nerf warrior? Or the water gun sniper?

Anyways good to see you join the stalker story threads, I am sure your quite insane mind will breed greatness in stories like your previous works
---END QUOTATION---



If you had seen the end of the stories, it was clearly shown that the Dual Wield Archer was dismembered by a horde of zombies, that the NERF warrior had been dissolved into half by acid, and that the Water Gun Sniper was tortured to death.

The Man From Magadan will have happy ending, I hope.

TD
  21:26:47  10 December 2010
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Maiman
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I know but I figured you would tie them into a new plot like a prequel or something, expand the universe a little
  00:05:54  11 December 2010
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He Came From Magadan

(Note: It is long, but I didn't go into detail as I'm sleepy. See you tomorrow folks.)

06:20- Saturday

‘’Look- Just don’t shoot. I came here all the way from Magadan- I don’t want to die like this.’’

Dump slowly muttered with his raspy voice. The man slowly took his hand off the trigger, and then placed it near the opposite side of the Magazine Release of the Browning Hi-Power as two stalkers fought over his empty Makarov. Dump was lucky. He wasn’t shot to death.

The man slowly pulled Dump off the ground and showed him the way with a gesture, then brandished his Browning Hi-Power to him, just before pointing the way with it. Dump felt a cold feeling on his back, and looked back, only to see a Double-Barrel shotgun pointed towards him. The other men were holding Makarovs- Dump could only sigh again as he followed the man inside the abandoned house.

He slowly entered the house and went down the stairs.

The ‘’escorts’’ were still brandishing their Double-Barrel Shotguns to him. Dump slowly took a look inside the place, and, sat on the stool when the man ordered him to. There was a piece of canned meat in front of him. He didn’t open it.

‘’So, how did you come here from Magadan?’’

The man asked, his Browning now placed on the table. The man opened the canned meat and took a part of it using a plastic fork.

‘’I was being taken to the state prison from Magadan- The car crashed and I jumped down the car and ran away. I got to a small town- I entered a random building and knocked out the man who threatened me not to enter. I got the pistol that now one of your men carries, and then I ran up the stairs.’’

Dump took a breath before looking around. His eyes checked the room.

‘’The police breached the place- I grabbed a man and used him as a human shield. I wasn’t very lucky. As I heard a whizzing voice I ran up to the last floor, the kitchen. The lower floor was now filled with tear gas, I could hear the man choking. I grabbed a rolling pin and a bag- I couldn’t find any sharp objects. Then, the police breached inside. I got up to the roof- and then I made my escape across the rooftops. I somehow made it out- The police wasn’t very good at aiming. I jumped down the roof- I found a car with someone inside and I threatened him out of the car. I started to drive away- to this place, the Zone.

‘’It was a long journey- It took 23 hours. As I forced the car towards the outpost- they opened fire. The car’s wheel blew off and the car started to tumble- A soldier got crushed and I managed to run as they tended the dying soldier. I hijacked another car but the police were coming. They opened fire to the car and I shot back- But I crashed to an abandoned truck. I entered the house nearby as the car exploded, and I hid inside the house. The police searched for me in the household. I took one police officer hostage- but there was a window behind me, so I shot the man and forced him to the police. I knocked another officer out with the rolling pin- but the crash had injured my arm. Then I ran inside the woods- and I hid. The police couldn’t find me, and that left me time to bandage my wound and sleep. The wound’s still sore.’’

Dump let a breath out- He was exhausted. The man took a last bite out of the canned meat- and then placed it on the table.

‘’Okay, you seem tough enough to enter our squad- Just get some proper gear now. And get your arm checked out.’’

The man’s henchmen grabbed Dump- They forced the shotgun to his back, even the man said not to. Dump could feel their mistrust to the ‘’new guy.’’ He was afraid, but he had to get used to it- This place was now his home.

He was forced into the blue house- pushed inside. He looked around in horror- there were many dead bodies around. But then again, they were mostly in coffins- He understood where he was. This place was the undertaker’s place- but the undertaker was also probably a doctor.

He slowly moved up to the man who was examining a corpse.

‘’Hey, are you the doctor? The leader told me to show my arm to you..’’

The man turned towards Dump. Dump looked in fear- The man’s face was burnt. The crispy pieces of meat were now crunchy- most of the face was in scars. One eye was replaced with an eyepatch, and the man was balding. The muttonstache gave him a rather odd look- Dump was afraid of the guy. But this man was the doctor, and he had to deal with it nonetheless.

The man quickly looked towards Dump’s arm- His eyes bulging with interest. He quickly grabbed the arm and examined it slowly.

‘’Hmm. Oh.’’ The man murmured to himself.

Dump sighed. His head was aching because of the smelling dead bodies and the sights of decay. As he looked around, he felt a slight pain on his left hand. There was a needle sticking out of it. Then, the man removed the needle and slowly wrapped a bandage around it.

‘’There you go. Don’t move it much.’’

‘’But, aren’t you going to check infection-‘’

‘’There is no dirt on it. So no infection. lucky bastard. Most of these guys here died of infection. From wounds.’’

Dump knew that you could get infected without dirt around the wound but he thought that the needle would take care of it.

Dump sighed as he got out. The men with shotguns pushed him again out to the ‘’street’’ and to another house. This time, he was going to the Leader’s house again, the one made out of bricks. But instead of going down the stairs, the men pushed him to the upper floor. He was getting angry. He was getting pushed all around. He turned back and said:

‘’Don’t push me all around. I can walk, you know?’’

The men were intimidated by his glare, so they took a step back as he entered the room upstairs. As he opened the door, he was faced by an arsenal of guns and armor. There weren’t much, but there were around twenty weapons around, and that was enough. Most of them were pistols, a lot of the remaining weapons were shotguns and there were a few submachine guns.

‘’Pretty well for a rookie camp.’’ He thought to himself as the man neared him.

‘’Did Boomer send you?’’

Dump nodded. That was probably the leader’s name. ‘’Boomer’’ he muttered to himself.

‘’Okay, son- Just wait there while I get something out for you.’’ The old man muttered to himself.

‘’You need a shotgun? Well, I’ve got one. It’s a homemade double-barrel shotgun. I’ll give it to you for free for joining the squad. Or you can get another one. An Ithaca 37- for a deal, of course. The Makarov’s on the house. Plus, the first 30 rounds for the shotgun and the Makarov is free. Oh, and, for a normal member, we have a IIFC vest and an armor vest for you. I won’t give any clothing- only the vest and the IIFC. Don’t expect anything more. That’s all we scavenged from the army truck. The rest was used to make pillows.’’

‘’I agree. What’s the deal about the Pump-Action?’’ Dump asked.

‘’If you ever find other shotguns, you’ll bring them to me. I'll pay. Deal?’’

Dump nodded his head.

‘’There you go then.’’

The man slowly reached for the gear, hanging from the rack.
Dump was confused. When did he enter the ‘’squad’’ anyway? But he had no other chance. He’d probably get shot if he’d try to run away.

‘’It’s better to stick around.’’ He thought to himself as he was given the gear. He placed the weapons on the table and then placed the vest around himself. He tied the slings and he was done. As he grabbed the guns, the man held him by pulling his shoulder.

‘’Don’t forget, bring the shotguns to me. I’ll know it if you ever hide some of them.’’

Dump nodded in fear. He slowly walked down.

It all had occurred so fast. He was taken in a squad, and given average gear in 40 minutes. It was so fast for him.

A whistle was heard. The armorer said:

‘’It’s the rallying call. Get down. Boomer is going to make a hit soon. It’ll be your first job in the Zone. Good luck.’’

Dump slowly walked down and watched as a group of men, finely armed with high-quality shotguns, armor and assault rifles appeared. Dump also watched as a group of normal ‘’squad members’’ come in. They were all in a line.

‘’Men, the Rookie Camp has called us. Together, we’re going to take out the military emplacement. It will be hard, but their rookies will distract the soldiers while we attack them from behind. If we successfully manage the job, we might even get a heavy machine gun and a Carrier! We’re moving out to regroup with the rookies near the Old Oak. Follow me and Demyan!’’ Boomer shouted.

The group started to move on.

Dump sighed. It was his first hour in the Zone, and he was entering a gunfight soon. And the shotgun on his hand would be like a pea-shooter against the military’s assault rifles and machine guns. Thankfully, the operation on the gun was simple. Dump started to run alongside the teammates. He wished himself good luck.

He’d need it.
  01:39:13  11 December 2010
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He Came From Magadan

New chapter up, folks!

TD
  03:09:04  11 December 2010
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Nice chapter Thrash. Will be waiting for more.
  11:07:13  11 December 2010
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He Came From Magadan

Thanks for the reviews. I'll be posting tomorrow.

TD
  06:19:59  15 December 2010
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Nice Work Thrash.
 
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