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  17:11:56  29 May 2010
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A Red Dawn- By Karl Strauss

Well, this is my first story so please comment constructively to help improve any errors, writing style, grammar or anything.
So here we go. I present to you, A Red Dawn::

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Prologue- The International Year of Peace
Some say that we have have created ourselves a new beginning. Others just point to the horrid fact of what is our end.

1986 Was a normal year that started on a Wednesday on the Gregorian Calendar. It was designated as the International “Year of Peace”. The first computer virus, “Brain”, starts to spread, The National Resistance Army Rebel Group takes over Uganda after a war that killed 500 000, Space Shuttle Challenger disintergrates 72 seconds after launch, the French Air Force raids the Libyan Ouadi Doum airbase, a bomb explodes on a Trans World Airlines flight. April 26, Chernobyl NPP. A mishandled safety test kills aproxamitely 4056 people and damages $7 Billion worth of property. 350 000 Residents of nearby areas are forcibly moved and evacuated outside the 30km area what is now known as “The Zone”.

Friday, July 21st, 2012. The S.T.A.L.K.E.R is running from an unseen enemy. The reality of what he has learned in the past 2 weeks since his arrival is more than any human mind could bear. Hes lost 3 good friends, his wife, his job and possibly his mind.

The Bandits following their next target are shooting wildly at the fleeing man with all the secrets. The sun is setting after what was a red day for all in the zone. Too much blood has been spilt. Little did they know that this was no ordinary man. And they have no idea what theyre running in to. A group of mindless people who think they know the key to happiness, and so they will never see another day.

The man shrieks in pain as a stray bullet hits his shoulder. The sun has only lowered a little after what has been an eternity. But he knows that if he doesn’t find a place to rest hell have no chance in the cold night. He sees the comforting and welcoming of an old and dark tunnel system. He doesn’t care what awaits because anything is better than being killed and maimed by a murderous gang of what is his enemy.

The group of bandits enter the tunnel which seems to have become the shelter of the fleeing stalker. Slowly they enter, guns at the ready. The group moves to the back of the tunnel which seems to have collapsed.
“Where is he?” The sound of a distant cry muffles the scream of a man
“I dunno”
“In here, a door!”
“Looks like we got our man! There is blood on the handle.”
As soon as the door is opened, the men are all lost. Their minds destroyed, lost into something which is no longer human.

A lone stalker, saved by what would’ve been one of his worst nightmares. A lone Stalker, walking away against a red sky. A lone stalker with all the knowledge about what this place is, was and will become.
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good start
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Im going to restart the story a little. Still the basic idea but with more detail and change to first person maybe?

New:
Chapter I- Problems

//Log: 29/06/2012 - A last entry
//I used to have a perfect job, perfect wife, perfect house, perfect car and in some ways probably a perfect country too.Untill the day when our "Mutual Fiend" showed up. He wantd to hire a merc group to retrieve some documents from the Jupiter Factory. We sent a recon team in to look for it, and never heard of them again. Fearing the loss of another 5 good men I refused our services to the man. Thats where everythingf started...</br>

I knew this country like the palm of my hand. I had a little combat experience in the "Bush War" in Angola. Not much however as I was wounded when SWAPO ambushed our convoy of Casspirs. I had to go somewhere, they were looking for me. I knew what I had to do. It was my only choice. Damn! I wish I never answered that call. If you are reading this, then I suppose you do care some. Get it to someone who is leaving this hell-hole. I might never be seen again, but believe me. Im still here, looking for the answer.</br>

The reason you found this is because I mustremain off the grid. No one knows who I am anymore, not even me. I learned too much. Someday you might read about it in a paper, thats if I ever make it out of this place. My adress and family contacts are attached, please tell whom ever youre giving this to. Good luck with your story, its all you ever have. And make it a good one//


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Something was wrong, the customs officer was looking me up and down. Taking too long. He looked surprised, as if he knew me from somewhere.
"Hurry up! I don't have all day!"
"Sir, you want me to call security? Its standard procedure."
I wanted to to swear at the man, but I don't need attention now.
He was still taking his time. I was getting fed up and stressed as my flight's boarding gates closed in 5 minutes. Weird how airport security works in Cape Town.
The man looked up, studied my face looked down again and stamped my passport.
"Hope you dont get into any trouble"
I smirked at the irony, shaking it off as something every person would hear.

The plane was nearly empty, only about a third filled in my section. I chose a seat next to window. An elderly man came to sit next to me, grey hair, brown eyes, wearing a formal suit and black attache. At least in his fifties.
"Hello my boy"
Im not usually the type to0 start akward conversations but I answered a quiet 'hello'.
"Where are you runnin' of to?"
"I'm not running, just looking for a job"
"Yes, I can see that. Especially with that smart gadget you got there" Mentioning towards my out-dated Nokia E170
"Cant hide nything from an old man"
"No sir"
The rest of the flight the man was quiet, thankfully. Punching at the keys on his laptop. I tried to get some sleep, but to no avail. The tap of keys making me remember my old job, the thought bursting through. I just have fallen asleep because I was awakened by the man and the intercom.

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Any passer by would see a man in his mid thirties, wearing Nike running shoes, Levi's jeans, Billabong T-Shirt and a Red backpack. Rather unfitting for someone his age. They knew little about him, what happened to him or why he was as anxious and angrily talking to who ever was on the other side of the line.

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"Mikey, my china! How are you?"
A faint crackle as to the bad signal.
"A screechy voice crackled over the cellphone: "No good, I hear youre coming for a visit?"
"If you like thinking positively, yes. I'll tell you later"
The signal cut off.
"Shit!"
A few faces glared at him. A mother quickly shielded her daughters ears and led her away. Just what he needed. Attention!

The taxi driver looked just as scared as the mother. Immediately put off by my outburst. I got in and told him to take me to The Mir.
"A lovely little place that one"
"Why? Is something wrong with it?"
The driver just looked at me intently, you could swear he looked like someone from a James Bond movie. A villain at that.
"No sir, every hotel you find here is suitable" I could hear the un-easiness in the mans voice. He must have noticed my agitated state, he was quiet and just looked at his phone, nodded and just showed a half-smile as if accomplishing something.
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Chapter II- The man in Black Cover-alls
Extract: "The man looked over his shoulder. His heart racing, his head like a vortex, spinning and driving him insane. He took a sip of water. The single orange glow of a street lamp, and beyond he knew there was something. Something which shouldn't be there. He checked his map, and 10 meters ahead saw the building in which he would meet his contact. But first he had to get rid of his little bother."
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Chapter II- The man in Black
The hotel seemed okay, and it was. I expected less of it. Back to old age politics and indoctrinations shit again! The taxi stopped in front, luckily I had packed as light as possible with only two bags. I waved off the porter. I checked in had went down to dinner.

An attractive blonde waitress with cold blue eyes greeted me and showed me a table.
"Only you for tonight sir?"
"Unfortunately, yes" She looked slightly embarrassed at asking that.
"Anything I can get you?"

Later that night, I got up and dressed in a black overcoat. I was to meet my friend and the man who'd take us to the zone. He promised to get us to a safe place and through the fence.
I was awaited by the blonde waiter from the restaurant, it seemed weird seeing her at this time of night. She pushed me back into my room, at my surprise she also got a key somewhere and locked the door.
"What's going on then!?" I shouted in anger.
She remained calm, cold, impenetrable. Her eyes giving nothing away.
"Listen, I dont know what this is all about but I need to go!"
"You don't have to go anywhere" She replied angrily, I was shocked and put back
I sat down on the bed, trying to think of some way to get past her
"Your'e going to the zone, aren't you?"
"What?"
"The zone? The never ending riches?
I wish I remembered a bit more about my training from 20 Years back about interrogation.
"No, I'm here for nusiness." I replied, trying to sound as calm and formal as possible.
"So what are you doing this time of night? You look a tad bit too old for the clubs, you're dressed in black. So where are your business partners, where is the company you're coming to see?"
Dammit! She had me. She knew it and used her good looks to her advantage, such perfect curves, beatiful! Stop it and focus.
I tried to remain calm. Immediately I knew she was more than a waitress. Ukranian Secret Service? But her accent, its more British mixed with a little Irish. I couldn't quite place it.

I must have wandered of because the next thing I knew the side of my face was warm, a sharp stinging pain rushed through my head and neck
"Wake up! I'm trying to talk to you here!" She replied, more angry than before. Her face reddining, her eyes bloodshot. She'd obviously had a long night.
She began becoming impatient, and asked again: "Are you going to the zone or not?"
'I could easily go to the police and tell them what I think. And my guess is you're not going to the zone for money" She said, looking at my clothes hanging over the chair
"Ok, ok. I give in. I am." I thought that a young British girl could probably not hurt much, but I resided to tell her the rest
"But you're not getting anything else out of me."
"Fair enough. Now, lets get to busi-"
"Look here, whatever youre trying to do, I'm not buying it. I really have to call my friend to tell him why I'm late."
"No need, already done." I was shocked, so there was a connection somewhere. I hate to admit but this time I didn't know it.
"Listen, I will pay you. If only you help me get across too"
"What for? You seem fine"
"The police are suspecting me of smuggling artefacts around the country. I have several valued customers" I realised two things right there. First, she had succeeded into tricking me into buying her story of telling the police and that she had just realised she'd said too much.

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The man looked over his shoulder. His heart racing, his head like a vortex, spinning and driving him insane. He took a sip of water. The single orange glow of a street lamp, and beyond he knew there was something. Something which shouldn't be there. He checked his map, and 10 meters ahead saw the building in which he would meet his contact. But first he had to get rid of his little bother.

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I opened the door, checked behind me again to make sure. me and Mikey were to meet our contact here. I felt slightly betrayed by the girl and the contact. He let her come with us without notifying me. I met Mikey earlier andwe had a long conversation about the Zone. I told him about needing someone to go with me, he finally agreed and said he'd talk to his wife. I just hoped he had good news. The bar area was almost empty.

In the corner sat a man, with a dark black overcoat. Just like mine, smoking a cigar. There was another man. He looked mexican and spoke silently to himself. I scanned the place once more, thinking I was in the wrong place. Then I spotted Mikey, he looked lsightly drunk but still reasonable.
"Were you drinking?" I asked
"Define drinking for me"
"What happened?" I asked slightly nervous
"My wife agreed. To tell the truth, I wanted her to say no, but I kept begging her. Why I don't know"
"Sorry Mikey. But where is our man? He was supposed to call you"
"Its that Mexican guy over there. Everyone in the place seemed out of place. A man who looked Mexican, an American, a South African, a man in a long black overcoat and even the barman seemed like he was from somewhere else.

We walked over to the contact.
"So you're the guys for the zone?" He said a bit too loudly. I checked the barman to see if he overheard.
"I believe so then" he said again.
"Sit down please, we have alot to talk about."
The rest of the night we went over all the details, the entry rout. He even tried to get us out of it. Mikey just kept his mouth the whole time. Not once did he mention the girl. I was dying to know what was that story.
I checked my watch. 4:37! We had to move, if they caught us now, especially at my age they'd get suspicious. Again, my overreactive mind glet me down. I completely forgot to ask about the girl. I also never noticed the man with the ciat ahd never left the bar, I decied to let it go.
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Chapter III- A long road
We met him again the next day. Me and Mikey had spent the entire previous day, looking for stuff. Sleeping bags, food, water, first aid kit and some hunting knives. I was getting hopefull when I couldn't see the girl. She must have thought better than to go to the zone. We met at an old garage just outside the city. My heart sank when I saw the girl emerge, I then had a primitive thought as to how she and Mikey were connected but I wanted to be sure, give it some time I thought.

The contact greeted us winged by another Mexican looking man who was prominantly older.
"This is Paco, my names Tickles-"
I burst out in laughter, trying to shield it as quick as I can.
"You got a prblem?" Paco asked
I answered a weird muted "no", which sounded like just another part of my now residing chuckle. The girl stood a at the car and I could see her grin.
"Its a long way to the zone boys. Pack up. Leave your car here"
I could see Mikeys dissapoinment bu he solemly obeyed and packed everyhing over. Daft of us to not take a bus to drop us here.
I noticed that the back of the car was very large. The seats cut out halfway down and a metal structure type thing which had the old cloths and leaher over it.
We packed our bacgs in the boot and as I wanted to get in he suddenly said
"No no no. Down under there. Me and Mikey were a little squished trying to make space for the girl. But Tickles slammed the metal cover shut.

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We started to move. I could hear them talking up front. My Ukranian nor Russian was very good, I tried to pick up anything I could. All I could make out was things like military, bloody americans and the zone. We drove for about an hou and a half when we stopped. I could make out something being said in Ukrainian which sounded like passport or drivers license. I kinew we had reached a military checkpoint, or a police one. Frankly I didn't care. I was very anxious, me and Mikey just made sure not to make a sound. I heard Tickles talk on and on, probably a reason why were headed that way. We drove off and I relaxed.

It was a bumpy ride up to this point, whether it was the car or the road I didn't know. But just got worse. We must have turned on a gravel road. What seemed like a few hours later, we stopped once more. The metal was lifted and we ot out. I could see a fence in the distance. A gurad post right in the middle of it. We got our backpacks and waited.
"Lets move"
We walked towards the post and hid behind some trees. I got Mikeys hunting rifle and held it at the ready.
"What do we do? Must we shoot them?" He looked alarmed.
"Are you crazy!" He shouted, hard enough for the gurads to hear. We saw them quickly, they looked surprised.
"Why don't they open fire?" I asked nerviously
"Because we are just a bit of extra money in their pocket.' I realised how corrupt the gurads probably where. Thats why so many Stalkers made it in and some out. The guards were too easily bribed.

10 Minutes later, we had climbed the fence. The girl got a few scratches including me and Mikey. The soldiers watched as we entered. I was dissapointed. Everything was the same, if not a bit more dull. But close enough. The sky in Kiev looked the same on a rainy day, the trees were the same. Everything was the same. I could see it in their eyes too. We came up with a name for the girl. Just plain simple, Girl. She seemed to shrug it off as a joke at first. But got the thought we were serious. Mikey remained Mikey and me, well, I didn't have a nickname. The vurads shouted at us to get moving, so we set off.

The one thing that was imediately different was the sound, something unimaginable. Scary and terrifying. We have not seen a single person, or animal for that matter. Suddenly, it was deathly quiet, not even a russle of leaves.
"What the?"
A lone dog was walking past, just 10meters ahead. The wind blowing from where he was. It looked around, for some reason it couldn't see us. The wind shifted direction. Anxiously awaiting what would happen. The sounds returned and the wind died down. We relaxed, but just at the wrong time. The other dogs, we didn't know were there. From somewhere, Gil had gotten a mmakarov pistol. Panicking, Mikey started to run.
"Stop! Get back here!" It was already too late, the dog we saw earlier was on him.
I saw one of the two other dogs had had jumped on Girl. She tried pushing it away with her feet and hands, the other one kept at a distance. I ran for her, getting out my hunting knife. My rifle would be useless at this distance. She managed to get hold of her pistol, I was still 3 meters away, a loud bang. Blood and brain matter splattered through the air in a long thin streak. The last dog scampered away. Mikey was still battling the first dog, We ran up to him, I grabbed the dog from behind. I could feel its torn flesh, its hairless skin. Disgusting!
Mikey stabbed the dog, three times. It died quickly. I looked at my watch, only 23minutes had passed since we left the fence. Girl was sitting a few meters away, a pool of vomit at her feet. her cheek and nose bleeding, as well as her arms, legs and just about everything else. I had gotten off the lightest. Only a few more scratches.
"What the hell was that?"
"Blind dogs!" We looked around, scared to death at where the sound was coming from. A man was standing behind us. Wearing some suit I have never seen before, that counted his weapon and gas mask. He was alone, at least I hoped he was.
"What happened to her?" Ignoring our obviouslu scared expressions
"I underestimated the kick of the pistol" The man just laughed
"Listen I'll get you guys to the rookie camp, free of charge"
"What's the catch?" I asked nerviously
"No catch, all I ask is for some food and company"
Still wary, we all agreed and set of.

We were moving along an old dirt track, when the stalker suddenly signalled for us to stop. Me and Mikey having had some military training, did as told. Girl didn't notice for a few seconds and just kept walking.
"Stop! Get down now!" The stalker shouted angrily
A faint humming noise, a whirr and rumbling. It took me a few seconds to see what the stalker was pointing at, a strange vortex like looking thing. The air behind it was twisted, as if looking through a strange heat wave.
"Whirlgig" He said simply and calmly. I thought back, have ever heard about a 'whirlgig'? I couldn't get the answer then.
The stalker tossed some dirt in the direction of the vortex.
"Lets go around this side, he pointed to several more, forming a filed of vortecies, covering a large area and the entire road.
We stayed close behind him, making sure to step exactly where he had stepped. Slowly we moved. He threw dust and bolts ahead every meter and stood still. Surveying the area.
"See that embankment? Over that and a little further on we'll get to the rookie village. You would want to see the fat bastard Sidorovich first thing. Get yourselves some decent equipment. You're a little underarmed if youre planning to move any further than the cordon, and even here, you won't last long with that" He pointed at Mikey's Enfield, and then glanced over to Girl with the Makarov.
"I would prefer a shotgun, even if its a simple sawed off one. An AK74/2U and some other powerfull gun. Preferably also with auto fire"
"And how much would this Sidorovich ask for that?" I thought of my 1200Ru I had brought along.
"Well, he's a fat bastard as I mentioned before and shouldn't be trusted. He'll get you on the right foot though"
The sun's almost high. We have to get moving. Thge military are boudn to come around at some point, its still a long road"
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Please, Id love some feedback if anyone reads this. I'd love to improve my writing to more in depth detailed but not boring storytelling that grips you and keeps you thinking.

"It should grab you by the balls and twist iin such a way that you don't know whether to scream in pain or cry out of surprise" - Comment on a david baldacci book
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though I am probably the worst to give opinion on writing I only see a few problems few words are missing a letter or two and I noticed a few sentences that don't need to be broken up to me.

Gil had gotten a mmakarov pistol. Panicking, Mikey started to run.

Girl had gotten a makarov pistol while panicking ,Mikey started to run.

The last dog scampered away. Mikey was still battling the first dog

The last dog scampered away while Mikey was still battling the first dog

my hunting knife. My rifle would

my hunting knife as my rifle would be useless

few others but you probably understand

edit: as for details I feel your describing the situations nicely
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though I am probably the worst to give opinion on writing I only see a few problems few words are missing a letter or two and I noticed a few sentences that don't need to be broken up to me.

Gil had gotten a mmakarov pistol. Panicking, Mikey started to run.

Girl had gotten a makarov pistol while panicking ,Mikey started to run.

The last dog scampered away. Mikey was still battling the first dog

The last dog scampered away while Mikey was still battling the first dog

my hunting knife. My rifle would

my hunting knife as my rifle would be useless

few others but you probably understand

edit: as for details I feel your describing the situations nicely
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Ok. I see that now. I guess its the cold and the way I type, I never learned officialy and do weird things(dream about a real-life zone for instance, getting into character)
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Chapter IV- Sidorovich’s stash
“The Rookie camp was quieter than expected, a few Stalkers sat around a fire while two others stood guard at the front and back of the village.
“Sid’s bunker is over there, mattresses are in the houses. If you’re planning to stay for a while you can prepare a little spot for ya’, I’ll also show you your posts if anyone seeks trouble. This cellar’s mine, but feels free to visit when a blowout comes knocking. The other is the mess and has some bunks for the guys who camp for a few days.”
“Thanks for the help Wolf”
“The pleasure is all mine”
“Hey guys, look who’s coming!” A Stalker unexpectedly shouted
“Ah, the Marked one” Another answered in surprise
“Who’s he?” I asked
“He came off a death truck, a survivor. He’s the first.”
“Marked one, I’ve got you a job”
“Later” He said quetly and walked briskly towards Sidorovich’s bunker, heavily overladen.
“Weird guy” was the only thing that came to mind
“You don’t want to stand in his way though. I sent him with some guys to clear this bandit camp. They were holding a Stalker who had some info for Sid. He told them he could take care of it himself. A few pistol shots later, the prisoner walked out and afterwards he came with a bag of stuff carrying a newly found shottie”
“Even weirder” I replied

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“So, you want some kit hey?” Sidorovich said, his music blurting from his radio irritating the hell out of me
“Yes, Wolf said a shottie and a nice auto weapon will be good” I said pointing at our Enfield and Makarov.
“Yes, I see. I’ve got something special for you” He went to the back, a minute later he came holding an AK74u and a single barrel sawn off shotgun.
“I’ll give you these and some ammo for12000Ru. That’s a hell of a discount. Usually a this bay will be that much alone, excluding ammo”
Shit! I thought. What now?
I looked at Mikey, “500 here”, Girl “Nothing”
“We’ve only got 1700Ru” I said rather disappointed
“What is this!? A game or a joke? For that I can barely give you an old useless shotgun” He replied angrily
“Listen, you do some stuff for me, and were even” Just what Wolf warned us about
We had to do something “Deal, what’s the job?”
“Simple, there’s this car, a mile or so up the road. A buddy of mine made a stash there, he said if anything happened to him I can have it. Something DID happen to him but I’m not in shape to go there. You get me the stuff there, I’ll give you this” he said, his eyes moving from one to the other
“Ok, I’ll do it” We left his bunker right after, Sidorovich putting himself to finish his chicken. Whether it was actually chicken or not, I didn’t want to know.

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We set of an hour later, Wolf had taught me a fair bit about the different anomalies, how to detect them and what they do. We had an amazingly clear path along the road, we found the car where he said it would be. It was lying on its roof, the one side completely misformed. Probably a gravitational anomlaie that had somehow upturned it. There was a small wooden shack along the road. The sides were covered with dead bushes, trees and murky swamp water.
“Shit, but this place leaves a smell” Girl said disgusted.
“Whoever built that house wasn’t very smart” Mikey commented
“This place probably was a nice green grass gholf course back then”
“But a gholf course with trees?”
“Trees can grow in 26 years”
We struggled a bit with getting the car upright.
“Sid said it was in the boot right?” I asked confused
“Yes, why?”
“Its not here” I stood back, shocked
“Check the front”
All we found was a medkit, an old PDA which didn’t work anymore and a leather briefcase in a sealed plastic bag.
We turned around, neither me or Mikey expecting what stood before us...

“Get down and piss me off!” A man with what was called a ‘Sunrise’ suit said. He was holding a rare Groza, 5.45x39mm variant.
“Ghetto and Flame, keep an eye on them” I called the Stalker in the black suit Sunrise.
The men kneeled beside me and Mikey, Girl was standing against the car. A large smirk on her face.
Sunrise handed her a suppressed AK74u.
The group of four was evidently no noobs at this.
“Whatcha got out of that car?”
“Some medkits, a PDA and a leather bag. Sidorovich sent us” I replied, hoping this would make them let us go
“That fat shithead! Gimme the stuff”
“But we need it!” I shouted, angry at these guys, but mostly myself
“I said, don’t piss me!” Ghetto grabbed me tightly, Sunrise sat beside me an whispered in my ear
“Either you give me the stuff, or I plant a few buckshot shells in your friends head” His cold, harsh voice penetrating deep into my skull.
“No!” The frustration and anger getting to me, I started wriggling. Trying to get free
Sunrise stood up, put his shotgun against the back of Mikey’s neck. I could see the tears running down his cheeks
“One”
“No! Please” I begged
“Two”
“Stop it!!” I was getting worked up
“Three!” He pulled the trigger...
 
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