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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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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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He Came From Magadan


---QUOTATION---
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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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!

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  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.

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  06:19:59  15 December 2010
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Nice Work Thrash.
  17:26:10  15 December 2010
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He Came From Magadan

Been RP'ing lately, couldn't post. Sorry.

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  20:06:42  17 December 2010
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He Came From Magadan

7:30- Saturday

Dump watched as the rookies attacked the Military Machine Gun Nest relentlessly. They were cannon fodder, just as they had agreed underneath the Oak. The ‘’Bears,’’ the group that Dump and all the other average guys in the Squad was in was supposed to attack them from the side, while the group that included Boomer and Demyan, the guy that Dump never saw but heard, was going to attack them from the rear. Dump readied his shotgun.

‘’Okay. Boomer will commence the attack by firing a grenade to the building. The rookies are distracting the Machine gun, so we’re safe. Just be careful about the spotters around. This military emplacement is powerful. They probably have snipers, so be careful.’’

Everyone around held onto their guns, some were taking cover while some laid on the ground. Dump was one of the few men who were going to storm the lower floor. As he thought about this, he heard a voice.

''Okay. Boomer started firing. Dump, Danila, Alexi, Grunt, move out.’’ The man said. Dump moved out. He could see two snipers firing to the rookies.

Alexi started running through the copse. ‘’Let’s do this as soon as possible. Okay?’’ He said to the group. As Alexi ran, Dump took the other way around and started sneaking. Unfortunately, Alexi quickly fell when a shot was heard. His spinal pieces, some of the organ parts and his blood were blasted out of his abdomen. Alexi started twitching on the ground, coughing blood. Dump jumped to the ground as sniper fire started annihilating his group. The Bears were being picked off one by one. The group who stayed behind started firing, and they had to get out of their cover and disband like a group of shrapnel. They were running around.

As a gunshot was heard, a rookie that was running fell onto Dump, who was crawling. Dump pushed the corpse away from him. Grunt fired his AK to the window, which caused a moment of silence. Dump started sprinting. The sniper had taken cover, and he had to get near as possible during this window of oppurtunity.

Danila started firing his MP5, and Dump managed to near the building. He grabbed his Ithaca 37 and fired to the door, which blasted open, revealing the sniper. As the sniper went for his Makarov, Dump pumped the shotgun and then fired the shotgun again, which blasted the man’s chest. Dump killed the man, and he didn’t have time to feel remorse for it. The loot was supposed to occur after the operation, so Dump had a lot of things to do.
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Meanwhile, Boomer was storming the building with Demyan, blasting anyone that came near with a Galil. Another soldier started running, and felt three 5.56x45 rounds entering through his chest. As the man fell in pain, gurgling, Demyan took him out of his misery, shooting him in the head with an AK-74.
Boomer peeked out of the corner and fired his Galil again, which caused a soldier to take cover. As he cursed himself for missing, Demyan got out of the corner and slid over a table, shooting the soldier.

---

Dump looked around, and as he heard gunshots, he came over a door.
‘’Fuck! We’re fucked, Anatoly, I’m telling you. You cover that door, okay? Let’s show these bastards how a true Ukrainian dies.’’

‘’But Dmitri-‘’

‘’Shut up! Also, Vasili, grab your gun!’’

‘’No! I’ll get shot!’’

‘’I’LL SHOOT YOU THEN!’’

Dump was too slow to hear this conversation, and when he shot the door open, a soldier knocked him out. As he reached for his shotgun, the soldier kicked him in the head. The man then grabbed his Makarov, and just before he could fire it, Boomer quickly lunged towards the man, shooting the other while on the way. Demyan quickly grabbed the last one off guard, and watched as he begged for mercy.
‘’Please, please! Grab the loot but don’t kill me! Please, I don’t want to die!’’

As Demyan wondered whether he should shoot or not, a tear gas grenade fell down the ceiling, catching Boomer, Dump and Demyan off-guard. The soldier who had been begging quickly threw himself away, and grabbed his gas mask.

‘’What the-!’’ Demyan shouted as he started coughing. They were all knocked out. Four soldiers entered the room.

‘’Great job. And you, Vasili, you are a coward. You’ll get punished alongside them for treason!’’ The man shouted.

‘’We have pushed them away, Commander!’’ Another soldier shouted, muffled by his gas mask.

Dump lost consciousness.

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Hour unknown- Saturday

‘’Fuck.. Fuck.. Demyan, you alright?’’ Boomer woke up, only to realize that he had been stripped of all his gear. All he had was a shirt on himself. Dump was in his prison gear- Demyan was nearly the same as Boomer. They were all hurt.

Two soldiers with AK’s entered the room.

‘’Hey you- Wake up that guy! You, prisoner! Come over here!’’

Dump was pushed towards another room. There were some soldiers watching, and there was the commander who grinned.
Four stools were standing around the table- and there was a revolver on the table.

Dump started muttering.

‘’Oh fuck.. NO!’’

Demyan, who had been pretty wounded, was the first to sit. Then the soldier who surrendered arrived. Then Boomer.
They all sat down. A soldier brandished his AK to them.

‘’Okay, start. You, prisoner, you fire first.’’

Dump gulped. His eyes were bulging in fear. Was this how it would end?

‘’Do it- or I’ll shoot you.’’

Dump grabbed the pistol slowly and pointed it to himself. He pulled the trigger- but thankfully, the bullet wasn’t in the chamber. He sighed, before shouting.

‘’You, Vasili! Your turn! Fire!’’

Vasili started shouting. ‘’NO! NO!’’

The soldier punched him in the face, which caused him to swerve in pain. Vasili grabbed the weapon in pain. He was looking around- There was no hope for Vasili.

Vasili tried firing. He survived as well. He started moaning slowly, punching the table.

It was Boomer’s turn. He grabbed the revolver and pulled the trigger- nothing happened. Boomer didn’t say anything. He passed it to Demyan, who started cursing.

‘’Fuck you.. Fuck you all.’’

He was punched by the soldier. After realizing he had no other chance, he pulled the trigger. Demyan didn’t say anything- It was Dump’s turn again.

Dump grabbed the pistol and reached for the trigger...

TD
  02:14:59  19 December 2010
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Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh Damn that cliff hanger
I was all pumped and then bam cliff hanger, Good work Thrash

and poor Alexi he had no idea what was coming
  00:01:51  25 December 2010
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He Came From Magadan Chapter 3- The Will to Power

Dump sighed. He looked around. He had no chance- this revolver had five slots, and the first four didn’t fire. He took a look around the soldiers. The soldier who guarded them had an AK- and another soldier, standing near the commander, had an AKMS. He had to take one of them out- and he chose wisely. At least that’s what he thought. As cold sweat dripped down his head, he grabbed the revolver.

‘’I’m going to kill you all. I’m going to kill you all.’’

The soldier punched him in the face and laughed.

‘’Just try.’’ The man said.

Dump grabbed the revolver, and grabbed the man by his neck- careful to not shoot his hand as well, he pulled the trigger and watched as blood blasted out of the man’s spinal cord. As the other soldiers looked in fear, he grabbed the guy’s AK and started aiming towards them. Boomer realized what was going on and then threw himself down with Demyan. The other soldier was watching.

Dump started to fire- 7.62x39 rounds started to enter soldiers, and the commander. The soldier with the AKMS fired towards Dump- only to blow the cowardly soldier’s brains out. As the kid fell, Dump fired the last bullets. Soon, everyone in the room was down. Then they heard a voice.

Boomer jumped for the man’s AK while Demyan grabbed a knife from the ground. Suddenly, Grunt jumped in with an Uzi.

‘’I’m going to- oh, what the hell?’’

After a moment of confusion, everyone dropped their guns.


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10:30- Cordon, the ‘’Squad’s’’ Camp
Dump looked over his new AKMS. He had regained his vest and all his belongings back, thanks to Grunt who raided the compound single-handedly after the brutal shootout. Alexi was dead, but Danila was still alive and breathing, somehow living through a grenade blast. He was currently fine, but after that situation he warned Boomer to not attack the military for a while. Meanwhile, Dump was awarded with the AKMS for successfully pulling off that move in the ‘’interrogation room.’’ But he had to give the AK-47. Still, he thought it was better. The AKMS was more compact, and he was generally a runner. The tape given to him also helped him tape his magazines together- helping him even more. But Dump didn’t think he’d use it much, given the fact that he would be staying here for a while. He celebrated it with Vodka-though Vodka was just there to ease his mentally abusing thoughts of death and despair.

He didn’t know that the Zone would be so hard- on his first day, he had to kill seven men, play Russian Roulette and watch as men in leather jackets got blown by a PKM. He understood that life was hard, and he had to sleep. He got up and walked towards his designated bed.
He entered his sleeping bag and thought about things, mostly his future, until sleep took him to a land unknown, where dreams took his stress away and gave him a vision of a blurred waterfall.


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20:22- Cordon, The Squad’s Camp
Dump woke up, the rotten roof greeting him. He sighed, and looked around. His guns were still on the ground, not a practical way, but still, it allowed easy access. He didn’t say anything to Boomer who was clearing his Galil inside. Boomer did not realize he was awake. Nor did he care, too- All he could do was to simply wander around the village. After all, Dump had nowhere else to go. He didn’t take his primary weapons either.

Dump slowly walked through. There were four buildings- one of them was Boomer’s, the other included the Armorer and the other was for the Doctor’s and for Stalkers around. Boomer’s building held stalkers too- and so did the Armorer’s. It was a pretty good spot, overlooking the only entrance. They couldn’t be flanked. Dump breathed in relief, given the fact that he was pretty paranoid after hearing the fact that the Military destroyed the Rookie Village after the attack. However, they didn’t know the Squad’s Village. It was abandoned for them- nobody came out and made a campfire in the middle of the road after all. Boomer’s orders- He couldn’t allow the military to get here. And Dump looked like a Zombie in his current state-but he was alright. He simply needed the air. The Damp air.

After ‘’breathing’’ for long enough, he stepped back to the building. He walked down the stairs to his room, where Boomer was still cleaning the Galil.

‘’Hey, Dump- Can you give me that piece of cloth, please?’’ He asked, before grabbing a long piece of metal and starting to dip it in grease.
Dump grabbed the cloth and gave it to Boomer, who then continued cleaning the spring and the barrel.

There was nothing much to do- It was still a normal day, after all. But his first experiences in the Zone had thrown him to a pit of despair- even though he was properly equipped for a stalker, he didn’t have the guts, or the luck. And those two were better than a Exoskeleton, which couldn’t protect you fully after all. Life was hard- he had guns, but he had no money. His Makarov was still lying on the table alongside an opened bottle of vodka which had been half-emptied-another sign of Dump’s lack of willpower.

But he was still clinging to life, clawing his way through death and pulling himself through the borders of insanity. That alone gave him hope. Hope to live another day, hope to not shoot himself with that shotgun over there. But then again- people less experienced than him tried to squeeze out the sweet water called enjoyment. They enjoyed simple things- They enjoyed money, they enjoyed sex, they enjoyed listening to a nicely played song, they enjoyed cleaning their gun. Their minds were simple, as Dump had nothing to gain by these- he could do these outside the Zone after all. Dump looked like an average man- or worse than average, but his complex mind usually gave him horrors. He had OCD’s- a lot of them. He’d occassionally pull out his hair or bite his skin til they bled. He couldn’t have therapy here- a sane man would stay out of the Zone after all. His only hope were the Ecologists-Given the fact that Boomer had been to them and they had therapically cured his PTSD.

Dump had a dream- and he knew it was no child’s play- He knew the harsh situations he had to take. But he wasn’t tough as he thought- or vice versa. He had been shocked himself after that situation in the interrogation room. He had a dream, the only thing that kept him going on. His fuel was his dream.

His dream was simple but hard to get-

Being there. Being at the top, and simply being there was the only thought he had- it’d cure every problem he had, he thought. After all, the human mind simply tried to have an easy life- Dump had a dream. He wouldn’t have an easy life. He would be a stronger man. He had to be there, just like everyone that got there. They tasted power-and they achieved everything they wanted. Power made them Gods of their own reality.

Life itself was will to power, Dump knew that. He couldn’t change it- he had to play by the rules.


He had to get there.
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Good stuff Thrash, will be waiting for more.
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He Came From Magadan

Damn, quoted Jerzy Kosinski, John Fitzgerald Kennedy and Nietzche in the same post.



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22:51 – Cordon, The Squad’s Camp

It was too late. Dump had to sleep. Moving through the small stairway to the basement, where a candle was all that lit the place. There was a table, there were weapons on it. Mostly pistols, on that matter. Nothing special. Except the fact that Boomer treated his guns like children – especially his Galil. Dump didn’t know what kind of emotions Boomer had against the gun, but he knew one thing – The man liked it. Dump didn’t get attached to his guns – he had no reason to. He didn’t understand it too. Why would one like a gun? They killed people. Dump killed people too, but he had no reason to enjoy such things. He didn’t understand some people. Sadism was an alien thought to him. But he had to kill.

Entering the bed slowly, he turned on his side and closed his eyes. Tomorrow, it was his first artifact hunt.


---


06:15, Cordon

Waking up slowly, Dump looked around. Boomer was wearing his uniform, and Demyan was jokingly brandishing his weapon to Boomer. Boomer did not seem to care, fiddling with his PDA. Dump slowly got out of the mattress and then walked over to Boomer, half asleep.
‘’So, Boomer, what do we have to do? You said we were going to hunt artifacts.’’

‘’Yes, we are. You see, there’s an old factory nearby and it generally has some mediocre artifacts that we could sell to some clients.’’ Boomer said. Demyan turned to Dump.

‘’So, you comin’ with us?’’ Demyan asked, brandishing his pistol to objects around. Dump didn’t like Demyan’s attitude this day. But then again, these fellows were his friends but the thought was slowly decaying. Dump was wasting his time.

‘’So, you and Demyan are coming with me. Only we will go hunting, the others have to protect the place.’’ Boomer said while strolling North, Galil in hand. After itching his beard, Boomer made a gesture with his hand. ‘’Demyan, you lead the way.’’

The group moved out of the door and left the Squad’s Camp. Dump was uncomfortable due to sleeping with all the gear on himself. He knew that he wouldn’t see much action this day, so he only had his AKMS with him, alongside the Makarov. The Stakeout was only coming when raids would occur.

While moving, Boomer stopped.

‘’Sorry Dump. Forgot to give this to ya. This thing detects artifacts, so you won’t leave empty handed.’’ Boomer mentioned. Handing a weird device to Dump, he sighed, probably out of boredom. The stroll didn’t have much to mention, but Dump felt something bad was going to occur. He didn’t know what, he just felt it.

After reaching the factory, Boomer took point. ‘’Okay Demyan, cover Dump. We’re going to loot whatever we can.’’ Boomer mentioned.
Dump grabbed his Makarov, and opened up the device. It was making weird noises that Dump didn’t understand. Meanwhile, Demyan rushed up the stairs. Boomer walked carefully – he was probably afraid of anomalies.

The detector’s monotonous beeping stopped with a gunshot. Dump quickly rushed up the stairs to find Demyan. Demyan’s pistol was smoking, with a 16 or 15 year old kid lying on the floor. The kid dropped the detector on his hand. Dump moved to Demyan.
‘’Demyan, what the fuck did you do?’’ Dump asked, angry. The maniac without trigger discipline had shot a kid! He wasn’t a bandit either, as evidenced by the white cotton hoodie.

‘’What the fuck, Demyan?’’ Dump proceeded to ask. His thoughts were confused, but his instincts were against him.
Demyan turned to Dump and started talking. ‘’Well, he was running, I thought that he was a bandit and now he’s dying.’’ Demyan added. ‘’Let me just kill him. We can’t leave people around.’’

Dump shouted in frustration. ‘’WHAT THE FUCK?!’’

Demyan pressed his index finger against Dump’s lips. ‘’Ssshhh, you can attract a creature.’’ He said, and then blasted the kid’s head off. Meanwhile, Boomer came in. ‘’Oh, Demyan, I was coming to report that guy to you. He could spot us!’’ Boomer said.

‘’Yeah, I know.’’ Demyan added. But Dump was confused and angry.

‘’Can you tell me what’s going on?’’ Dump asked.

‘’Well, this is Loner territory. Technically, entering this place is a sign of hostility and I don’t want Loners knowing that we are here.’’ Boomer said, before pointing at the dead kid. ‘’That son of a bitch could tell the Loners that we were here.’’

Dump grabbed his gun and aimed at Demyan.

‘’What the fuck are you? Bandits?’’ He asked, with Boomer aiming at him with the Galil. ‘’No, we don’t like the term. We’re the Squad, remember? We work for money.’’ Boomer mentioned. ‘’Now drop the gun down, for fuck’s sake.’’

Dump didn’t. His angriness made him twitch. Demyan had his gun on the floor, but Boomer had the Galil pointing at him. Dump quickly raised the pistol and fired twice. One missed, causing Boomer to fire, but the other hit him in the lower abdomen. Boomer’s burst hit Demyan, and Dump started running away. ‘’FUCKER! GET OVER HERE!’’ Boomer shouted.

‘’Damnit, the guys I’ve trusted were bandits! Fucking bandits!’’ Dump thought as he ran through the factories. Demyan had no direct hit, simply a cut from the bullet, so he grabbed the pistol and started running. Boomer on the other hand, seemed uninjured. His vest had protected him from the wound – There was very little bleeding. After a few grunts, Boomer was also on his feet and after Dump.

‘’That fucker will pay, Demyan!’’ He shouted.

Dump quickly made a 45 degree turn and entered another warehouse. This place was dark enough for Dump to hide, but Demyan wasn’t an idiot. He also entered the warehouse. The thudding noise from Dump caused by his sprinting allowed him to track down Dump easily. But Dump was nowhere to be found.

As he searched the room frantically and furiously looking for Dump, Demyan felt a heavy rock hitting his head. Dump stood over Demyan’s corpse and hit him in the head with a brick again. Demyan's skull cracked and moments later, he was dead.

‘’The bastard!’’ He thought, but a hail of bullets caused him to run and shake his thoughts away. Boomer was onto him, and he was fucking pissed. Dump jumped down the 4 feet roof of the warehouse’s lower part and started running. This place was important to Loners and some stalkers started going after Dump as well after seeing him run down a stairway.

Boomer ran after Dump, jumping down the roof but falling and moaning in extreme pain. The muscles were bulged because of the bullet. Loners caught up to him, but thankfully, this group was new and thus didn’t know about the Squad. Boomer started shouting.

‘’That bastard entered your territory! He’s looking for your armory! He’ll point out the location to Bandits! I tried to stop him but he shot me and killed my mate! Find him! He’ll fire! Be careful!’’ Boomer said, before trying to get up. A stalker stood to take care of Boomer.
Meanwhile, Dump was trying to get out of the industrial part. Some of the parts were still usable, and that made him pretty nervous, as every step could be a death trap.

Dump carefully looked around. There was nothing for him to hide, thus, he started running away. After jumping through the window to another warehouse, he realized that he was reaching a waste – there were hills of trash and his detector was beeping like a maniac. Dump jumped down and started looking around.

Dump eventually made a last jump but failed, hitting his right knee. He couldn’t describe the sudden amount of pain. Eventually getting up and moving North, he moved to Garbage. The group of loners had Dump in their sights but after realizing that he was going in an anomalous hellhole and that they had no scoped weapons, they stopped chasing.

Dump ran. As fast as he could, but his knee was in bad shape. Eventually stopping in a train station, he was met by gunfire. There was a gunfight, and he had just stepped into it. Dump leaned against
the wall and sat, exhausted.

‘’Fuck... Fuck.’’

He was now chased by a group of Loners, an expert who was probably going to chase him, and a group of bandit-mercenaries. And his dream was now even farther away – He had no money, but now, he had no alliances whatsoever as well.
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