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  04:55:26  1 June 2010
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The Canadian

Hi out there, there is the first part of my story. It's based three years after Call of Prypiat. Sorry if there is many mistakes I'm a frenchy but I'll be glad to recieve feedback about my errors to fix-em-up. Enjoy!



“Mark, get out of bed and go eat breakfast before it cool down!” Mom yelled.

I sat on my bed, exhausted by everything in my life. My parents were douches, always

wanting me to be the pretty little know-it-all boy they always wanted, but unfortunately

they only got a strange guy that prefer sleeping in the wood with almost nothing than

having millions and live in luxury. My brother was almost the same as me, except that

he was 19 years old and liked as munch mechanics than I was in the army stuff. I

always loved firearms: from the old OTs-33 automatic handgun to the anti-material

Barrett .50 rifle. I knew how to repair almost every of them, and even made one. It was

rather a .22 zip gun but was a full length sniper that cost me thirteen bucks and could hit

a target at 400 yards. Aside of living in the wild and using weapons, I didn’t give a shit. I

was bad in mechanics, math, school, life, driving and everything else. I had seen

reportages about the zone and since my parents had moved from Canada to Kiev in

order to work at his newly assigned job in a big alimentation firm it was really tempting.

He was making millions, but he was still dumb as shit. I learned Ukrainian very well, and

this was making me dream even more about the zone. There were some gangs around

the school that was recruiting people to go there, but most of them were caught before

even entering it. I had almost everything I would need: a machete, a homemade Kevlar

suit that could actually protect a working GP-5 gas mask with reinforced lens that I used

for playing paintball, my paintball stuff and a Geiger counter I secretly brought from an

old man in a garage sale. I packed my stuff in my backpack with non-perishable food

and provisions of water and left it in my closet. Mom would not wait ten minutes before

going up. I left the room and headed downstairs. She was waiting with a bad smile

telling me that something was coming.

“My dear, you know that I find it strange that you stay closed in your room for hours in

face of your stuff you use for playing that thing you call paintball? I’m starting to think

you hate people that love you.” She said while I ate my toasts. What the hell does she

think? That purchasing everything I want and then leaving me alone every time is love?

I was happy that I was going off where I always wanted in my car. I was 18, and she

never had any decision to make me go back. She looked at me trying to find what I was

thinking, but already knew what I would say.

“I’m going to a paintball event that will last all the weekend. I should be back in three

days.” I coldly snapped before she could say anything. She sighted, as always, and went

outside. I was left alone again, but it would be the last time.
  05:01:52  1 June 2010
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Sounds very interesting.

I can only assume something bad will happen.

Like he forgot to pack some toast.

Added to my bookmarks, can't wait for some more of it, you left it on quite a cliffhanger
  05:03:32  1 June 2010
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OH NOES! Not the toast! Sounds pretty good other than you forgot a period or two and a few sentences need revising.
  05:13:40  1 June 2010
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Wow. only half an hour and aleardy feedback . Next part should be out in three days. I aleardy made it but I'm revisiting it.
  07:29:29  1 June 2010
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Really good start
  10:46:36  1 June 2010
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This is epic
I want to know more....
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Lone Merc looking for a job.


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Interesting. I like weapons too, in real life.
  19:18:56  1 June 2010
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Thanks for feedback!

as I see the story aleardy have a bunch of readers, I will post the second part today in 5 hours. And maybe the 3rd part too, but then the 4th part would be later.
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The Runaway

I heard the engine of her car start and fade away. I ran upstairs, took

my camo suit, spare clothes that I dyed olive drab and other useful

items I would surely need for fixing my gears: spare batteries of all

kind, wire cutter, ratchet and screwdrivers. I took my bank card, telling

myself that all the money that I had kept would be very useful out there

and putted it in my large hard leather wallet. Then came the gun. I stole

it from my dad room since he disliked me having a zip gun in my room.

I had made ten of them, and I would take them all. I unscrewed each

barrels and buttstock and stacked them properly with my ammo. .22

calibers were cheap and effective ammo at long range so I had a bunch

off 50 rounds boxes right in my pack. I took my paintball pistol too:

never know if you have to put someone down without killing him. I took

my little gas canisters and illegal rubber rounds and stuck them in mags

ready to fire. I stepped out of my room when I got a strange feeling.

Was I doing something really stupid? When I would be in there would be

no one to tell my parents where I am. Thinking about it, I left a note

saying that I was back in Canada because it was my real homeland. It

was pretty truthful since I missed the green hills and sound full forests

of my childhood, but this was past. Now the future was somewhere

around 140km next to Kiev, Chernobyl. I went in the car, hid my stuff

under the passenger seat and went by.

It was going be a long ride.
  00:10:32  2 June 2010
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I could see this as a book

Your building the tense feeling which is always good.
  00:13:02  2 June 2010
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Nice sig david.

Good story. Getting better although one problem: Not long enough
  03:14:47  2 June 2010
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I'm glad that you say that(both) because yes my stories are short, but this summer they will be longer. They are actually work I did for my English class. Only the 3rd part is recevied by the teacher since the other one have some 'foul' language and this remove me points...

next part: tomorrow!!
  02:27:14  3 June 2010
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A step into Freedom

I was driving since six hours. Six hours of dead streets in a freezing

summer day. How the hell could it be so cold in summer? I didn’t saw

anyone driving around there. All what had to be seen was gigantic grass

fields moving in harmony with the wind. In facts, there were some

people in camo gears advancing toward the zone. The only word that

can describe is stalkers. Who else could it be? Militaries? Hell no, not

three kilometers away from the gates. The fresh wind was softly

washing my fears away. The fears about mom and dad who might send

the police after me, the fear of what lies in the zone, the fear of death,

and so much more. I saw a little abandoned house. It looked like it

wasn't held for about twelve years, had a rusting black roofing and white

rock walls. I gave a quick check on my map and yes, it’s where I was

supposed to sleep. I turned in the entry and parked the car behind the

house. I turned the engine off, removed the fuse plate and left in the

house with all my stuff on my back. Right when I entered the small

door, my tought about the house being lost for ages were confirmed: a

thick layer of dust was covering the old furniture and many of them

where broken. I looked up and saw a trap leading to the attic. I went up

and felt something wrong halfway in. I looked in my back to find a long

gun barrel pointed right in my face. “Move and your head will end as cat

food” a strong voice said behind me.

Too close to ignore it.
  03:49:08  3 June 2010
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Damn these cliffhangers.
  04:26:05  3 June 2010
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Damn these cliffhangers.

tomorrow part 4 and 5.
as you may see, I liek clifhangers
  02:50:30  4 June 2010
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I watched as the man emerged from the shadow: he looked like he had 40 years old, was six feet high, beard and hair clean shaved, dressed in a black trench coat with a hood. He turned in circles around me, inspecting my face, clothes and my backpack. He finally stopped and looked at me with his whitened green eyes. “I never saw you before, and my knowledge seems to tell me that you seem to be a new stalker. What is your business here?” He said, still pointing me with his dangerous toy that I recognized as an early AK47, but the barrel seemed too small to be one. “I want to get into the Zone, and this was my refuge for the night. I will head down tomorrow morning. And please, keep your gun low. I would not like having a bullet into the chest without even having put a foot in the Zone.” I said back, still nervous about his greeting. He lowered his gun, and gave a smile I never expected.
“You seem clean, now get up there so we can talk a bit before the sun set down. My name is Bearpaw, and you?”
“Well, I haven’t found a nickname yet, but it will surely happen in no long. You look pretty much like one of those veterans I heard of. Tell me about yourself a bit.”
“Goddammit. Where do I get started…? In the late years I was a bandit; killing stalkers without real purpose and robbing everyone I crossed alive. I acted like that for a while, 3 years, until I saw my leader mutilate a loner under my eyes. Only then I realized what I was doing all these years. I felt like I was a big firm owner who just realized what he was doing to his exploited workers. I cursed myself a shitload of times, gave everything to the starters in the base camp and left for the civilization. Now after my birthday marking my 24, I wanted to go back where I lived. I won’t make the same mistakes twice, and if that asshole of Borov is still alive, I’m going to kick his ass until he die. Now it’s your turn youngster.”
The chatting went by, the night came. Even if it was dark and raining outside, inside were two friends for who the weather didn't matter.
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Your English is very good, for not being your native language.

Only minor slip ups, but your story is still completely understandable.
  04:14:01  4 June 2010
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Getting good. Hope it gets better
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The bounds of Friendship

I woke up at the sunrise, feeling something I didn’t had since I moved in Ukraine: a true

friend. Bearpaw told me everything about his life, his amazing skills to train mutants to

be his allies, his passion for hunting artifacts, his knowledge of Russian weaponry and

more I could ever think. I never felt so confident in anyone I ever met. This 24 years-

old stalker wasn’t meant to be a thief: he was one of those who won’t leave you die face

to an army. The sunshine warmed me in a way I never felt before. Why have-I waited

so long before making my first step into this? People were saying this was hell down

there, but I wonder now if it wouldn’t be the opposite. Society was almost beating down

people for their money. Thieves and criminals were mass murdering people around the

world. And since I disconnected from all this, I felt like a new self. Wouldn’t be cities the

real hells? I didn’t want to know anymore, I didn’t care anymore. The only thing I

wanted was to continue the path my destiny made. Putting my thoughts aside, I woke

him up and we settled down to the gate. We arrived at proximity around twelve o’clock.

He made me sign to stop and we hid in the grass.

“You see that fence? It is on a high power output and is always activated. You touch it

and you end up as a fried chicken. But this part won’t. With my team we hacked the

control panel to only put enough to operate a small flashlight so we can pass without

having to deal with the army. Now move on, we got a long walk awaiting us.” He said

while putting back his binoculars in his pouch. We advanced carefully toward the fence

but no one was watching from the sentry tower. In fact, they were all empties.

“Strange. There’s nothing alive out there.” I whispered. We walked in front of the fence

and looked in his binoculars again, this time toward the main outpost. He gave me them

and I looked. There was a damn meeting and four scientists waiting to go thought.
of them wore an orange isolated suit and the other one wore what seemed to be a black

bulletproof version of these. Bearpaw finished cutting the fence and we went through.

We advanced toward the dot that was supposed to be the rookie camp on the map.

Suddenly, my Geiger detector went crazy and beeped like if I was in the middle of a

nuclear plant. It stopped and started again each two seconds. I had the feeling

something was incoming as I saw a bunch of boars and dogs oddly deformed running

straight past us. A sudden powerful and warm wind blew me on the ground while my ally

ran like a mad man screaming something I could not understand. My left foot was

twisted and could barely run as the sky turned red: a damn blowout was going to hit in

any moments. I reached the camp, saw Bear run into a basement and lock the heavy

steel door behind him. It was all over. I watched helplessly the radiation wave rushing

toward me and at the impact I didn’t felt anything.

I simply blacked out.
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Quick note

Just to precise, I didn't actually played CoP, only SoC. I watched the ending and the story is based on the location from Soc, not CoP. I say that just in case that people point it out as I heard there was a pretty good difference between both. Currently working on the next part.
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A new start

Okay sorry guys, for those that may ask where is the last part I deleted it. Wrote it in a hurry and screwed it all over. Here is the good one. Sorry for any misunderstanding, and enjoy!

“So, how’s our little survivor downstairs?”

“He’s in bad state, but stable and alive. I gave him some medication but

he will need more for maybe a week or two. Give him these pills when

he will wake up. Ho and before I forget it, I would like him to pass by at

Yantar when he will feel good. People who survive that are pretty rare

and some tests could help us developing our blowout protector. “Have a

good day Brok!”

I opened my eyes. My head was hurting a lot, but I already felt worse. I

lifted myself up from the bed I’ve been placed and scouted my

backpack. Rifle, gasmask, clothes, everything was there. I changes

clothes and threw the old torn clothes on the floor. I took my Kevlar

vest and adjusted it to fit tight. I closed the pack and prepared to go out

but I saw a sheet of paper with a note on it. I took it and read it.

“Dear stalker. I wrote this letter in case that the message I asked Fox to

tell you is misunderstood. The emission damaged a lot your body but I

assume you already guessed. It messed a bit your DNA and to prevent

cancers and other side effects I gave you some medication. You need to

take two pills per day and if injured meanwhile take a red pill instead of

the white ones. I don’t know the amplitude of the disease and if you

notice anything abnormal take another white one. You won’t need them

until 24 hours after I will go. Try to not take any other drugs or

substance that your body isn’t used to just to be more cautious.


PS: You have enough of them for a month and I would like you to come

by at Yantar at the lab. I will be able to finish the treatment and you will

run some ‘tests’ to compensate the cost of what I gave you.”

I folded the letter and placed it in the front pouch of my backpack. As I

walked up the stairs a stalker in stalker suit came to me.

“So, how are you feeling? I thought you would wake up tomorrow.” He


“Not so bad. I heard the directives of Brok when he told you. I’m happy

that there are good people around there.” I replied.

“Alright, so here is the gift he gave you: medication, 3 boxes of 30 9x19

ammo and a heavy little box. Wonder why the hell he gave you those.”

“Maybe because he wants to make sure I get up there by myself and

not in a plastic bag?”

He let a small laugh and pointed toward the place everyone ran before

the blowout.

“Siro want to see you. The only thing he said to me was that he wanted

you to come alone. See you later!”He said while heading toward the fire.

“See you later too.” I replied. I inspected the place: there were about 4

guys watching the surrounding and three taking their diner. I walked to

the place the stalker told me and went down the stairs. An old man was

waiting me behind what looked like one of those old bank pay-offices.

As soon that I entered the room the door closed behind me.

“So that’s you that everyone is talking about. I thought that you were

taller. Anyway it doesn’t matter. Fox is recruiting people to clean the

bandit hideout again. There aren’t a lot of them but those won’t run for

their lives. I know that he don’t want you to be implied in this one since

you’re weak, but we need everyone out there to do something to help.

So here is my proposal: a stalker spotted a few crates on way from the

Zone gate and wants it to be searched. We sent a man but he didn’t

come back. I want you to find him and investigate him to find what killed

him. Also do his leftover job. For reward I will give you a 500$ discount

on any firearm. Want to do it?” he said, his tone somewhat strange.

“I will in no time, but anything I should be warned of before I go?” I


“Yes. Usually boars like to hang around so make sure you get a gun

before going. Fox can give you a used marakov if he got some from

another raid.”

“Well, I’m going for it. I’ll be back before dawn.”

I went back up the stairs and looked on my PDA for information on the

landscape. A grey dot appeared at the end of what seemed the hill next

to the village. Opening the little operator manual, I found the page

related to the symbols: gray for no activity since 24 hours. I sat next to

a wall and took the black box from my backpack. It was pretty heavy

and well packaged. I opened the lock and looked at his content: a

Berretta M9, two magazines and a cleaning kit. I took the gun from the

box and inspected it. The thing was almost new and must have fired

only twelve shots before being stored. I ejected the mag from the

handgun and filled it with the fresh 9mm ammo. The cartridges slid in

easily and until the 15th round no excessive resistance occurred. I

added a last one directly in the receiver of the gun itself and locked it in

cooked position. Filling the two other mags, I putted everything on my

belt and went to my destination.
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Taste of the Zone

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I came after five minutes next to a body. I searched the body and made

a mental list of what it had on it: two medkits, a couple of bandages, an

almost falling apart marakov, a knife and a small box of 9x18 ammo.

The body was white, and there wasn’t any sign of fight or blood on him.

Inspecting more attentively the dead stalker, he found what would

answer his death: a hole perforated by something very sharp in his

neck. The flesh was empty of any blood and the wound was whipped

clean. I looted the corpse and removed the leather coat from him. It

was in perfect condition except from a burned hole in the sleeve. I

putted everything in my backpack and walked toward the crates. Taking

the stalker’s knife, I broke open the box and putted it content in a

plastic bag: ten boxes of marakov ammo, a few food supplies, three

gasmask filters and a GP-5 gasmask. Suddenly, a brush moved on my

right. I took the berretta and aimed toward it. Nothing there. I looked

around me but there wasn’t anything to be seen anywhere. I walked

back to the camp gun in hands, ready for a dog or boar rushing at me.

Fox waved me his hand and came to me.

“So, any idea of what happened down there?” he asked.

“Not a single one. The guy just got his blood sucked out of his body. He

didn’t fire a single shot and even if he would have done the crap he had

on him would surely had blown up.” I replied.

His face changed from curious to fear.

“We’re in deep shit. Hand the stuff to the trader and get back here very

fast. We got a bloodsucker around here.” He said while grabbing his AK-


I wanted to ask him what was a bloodsucker but it would wait later. He

ran toward the campfire and started to talk to stalkers. All of them took

their guns and looked ready for war. I went to Sirodovich and putted the

blue bag on his desk.

“I didn’t count how munch ammo is in the boxes but there is everything

from the crate. But I took the dead stalker’s gears” I said.

The old man opened the bag and looked at each items carefully.

“Looks like a military helicopter lost a part of his supplies. I guess I will

be able to negotiate an offer with the colonel. So now take a weapon of

your choice, and I remove 500 bucks from it.” He said while moving

away from the wall where every weapon is shown. AK’s, pistols,

shotguns and SMG, it was the crazy gunman dream. I needed something

reliable, accurate and widespread that would not attract too munch

robbers. I had two choices: an old Lee Enfield with a scope and a Toz

78/22LR with a scope. Considering that I already had .22 ammo, I took

the Toz as a main choice.

“Can you do modifications or I will have to ask someone else to upgrade

my rifle?” I asked.

“Well, I can do most basic stuff but don’t expect me to add an electronic

compensator on anything. Last time it didn’t hold the ride and blew after

the third bullet.” He replied.

“Alright. What can you do with the Toz right there?” I asked while

pointing the gun.

“Well, I can clean it up, change barrel, expand the clip from 10 rounds

to 12 and switch the trigger for a smoother one. Whit everything it will

cost you 1050 rubles. Is that what you want?”

“I think I won’t take it. Got anything else similar?”

“I think I have something just for you.”

He crouched under his desk and took a long black box.

“This, my friend, is the first weapon I ever owned in the zone. It’s a SKS

from my father who fought during war. It’s in excellent state and has

some little modifications that you won’t see anywhere. It has a

sharpshooter canon, recoil-absorbing stock, short travel trigger, an AK-

47 clip adapter and an 8x scope. Of course it won’t be free, but I won’t

put it overpriced: 2300$. I can throw 3 other clips for 300$. Deal?” He

asked while showing me the weapon. It was in perfect condition. I

looked at my spare cash and counted. I had 4520$ remaining.

“Deal, but add a new GP-5 in addition of the 3 mags. Mine is old and

don’t really want to risk anything.” I replied.

I gave the money that was asked and he removed the rifle from the box

and gave me the rest of the arsenal. A box of 150 round was supplied

with the 4 other AK clips who were already filled up. I packed the stuff

inside my backpack and went out. The sun started to set and I didn’t

even eat anything. Everyone was watching the surrounding of the camp

except Fox who looked like was cleaning his rifle. I checked if

everything I had was ready and went to Fox.

“Care if I go with the others as a sentry?” I asked

“In the current situation it won’t hurt. Any questions before going on

duty?” he replied.

“Yea. What does one of those bloodsucker looks like? I think I already

heard something about those but don’t remember”.

“You don’t see it, it’s almost invisible. When moving it look like a blur

with two white eyes floating. It’s the first time they wander so close to

the border. We got to take it out or the military will get a hard time.”

“Military? Aren’t those supposed to keep us away from there and kill us

on sight?”

“Supposed, but not obligated. Bandits and mutant grows at an

hallucinating number and they are dangerous for both us and them, so

cooperation has become essential. But they still are the army; don’t try

to sneak past them. Now go, I got other things to do.”

I went back to the trader door entrance since no one was keeping it.

Rifle cooked and machete loosened, I was ready to meet it arms wide

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You should play CS. Its great. Story's going along good too.
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You should play CS. Its great. Story's going along good too.

Did and found it boring as hell. Even on Master difficulty it's easy as hell. And no more unique weapons . Even the artifact system made me rage: always in those anomalies clusters, don't have any effects other than protecting from anomalies and some rare that can remove radiation.
Even CoP got me hooked up longer. Sorry if it may offence some people but I hated the new turn from SoC. Only thing I liked was the upgrade system and real NPC life. I still stick to the original one and replay with various mods.

Next part of the story incoming this night or tomorrow.
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An old friend return

Here's a short bit of the story I just wrote. Enjoy!

“Okay everyone get over here, we got news!” yelled Fox.

I gave a last look around and went by the fire.

“Scouty found our little sucker. He made his home in the tunnel behind

the base we cleared this morning. Almost everyone knows his way there

and those who don’t just follow someone trusty who know his way. We

go in an hour. Whacky, Strool, Seiry and the new ones stay at the

camp. And by the way, anyone saw Bearpaw? I didn’t saw him since the

blowout.” He said.

“He went to get his stuff back from the Barkept. He will be back around

1:00 AM.” said a tall guy.

“Alright then, everyone goes at their jobs!” shouted Fox.

I stood up and returned to my assignment. The hour came and half of

the camp left guns in hand, heading to the hideout. Ten minutes later,

everyone PDA got a message. They killed the bloodsucker and were

resting at the nearby base. The tall stalker on the roof went down,

vodka in hand.

“This shit is dead, it’s party time!” he shouted like an idiot.

Everyone took a bottle and sat next to the fire. Me, I went in a house

and placed my sleeping bag on the floor. My eyes caught a glimpse of movement at the

window and it looked all fuzzy. I thought I was hallucinating until I remembered what

Fox said: it's invisible. I released the strap holding my machete in place and walked

toward the door. A blurry object was approaching the fire, his two white

orbs floating toward the drunken victims. I sneaked in his back and

swung the back of the machete at what seemed to be its neck. A dark

red goo spread from the wound as the beast turned toward me. I

slashed the front of its throat as it bitted my arm. The freak held my

arm in his mouth trying to suck all my blood in a vain effort as I finished

my third slash. The machete’s saw went through the entire neck and

torn it in half. The cloak finally went off as I saw the ugly brown thing

biting my arm collapse on the ground. Realizing what just happened, a

drunken stalker started yelling toward me in a rush of panic. I turned

back as another face lunged toward me. Raising the weapon in my

hand, I was ready to cut its damn mouth in half when suddenly its head

exploded a foot away from my face. The stalker in black trench coat

lifted up his dragunov and rushed at me: Bearpaw was back. He swiftly

took a bandage and patched back my arm as I was going face to


“I left you one time in the arms of death, but I won’t make it happen

twice.” He said. “And why the hell are you using the freaking saw

instead of the blade? A second later you were a dry steak.”

“The saw can rip through everything so never take any chances.” I

managed to answer as the pain started to flow in.

“Nice one for a man caught between death and life. I’m calling those

who stayed at the old bandit outpost. There may be a lot more of these.

Go back in the house and have a nap, I’ll watch out those drunkards.”

He said in a serious tone.

“Fine for me, all this got me the rest of my strength. See ya tomorrow!”

“Take care, friend.”

I stood up and went back to my bed. I didn’t have any difficulties to


I wondered what was going to happen tomorrow.
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Well...I am glad you returned.It is going good for now.The parts are coming at nice rate...It is OK

  03:15:52  6 July 2010
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thanks for the reply but I don't think I will be able to keep that speed for long. I live on a barn, we got a lot of things to do and I got a job so today was one of those paused days. But I won't stop before a while. Still too munch to eviscerate in the zone!
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Sorry for not posting updates but these days I have a lot of work to do. But I promise a new chapter of moderate length in 4-5 hours. Have more work to do for now.
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The source of all Strength

It's amazing what I can think by just listening to one song. Dumped it over my old text in an hour. ENJOY!!!

And BTW if you guys think the story goes a little bit too munch superhero, just say it and I will adjust everything since it's not my goal.Of course the beginning look a bit like it but it's not everything.

I woke up, sun in my eyes and pain in the arm. I was feeling like a car

roamed me in a wall for the second time in my life. I went off the

sleeping bag and stuffed it inside my package. I looked on the PDA: it

was midday and everyone was there. I went out of the house and

approached the fire. Fox was the first to notice me coming.

“Hey, feeling good today?” was his first words when he saw me.

“Yea. My head feel heavy but nothing more.” I replied.

“Then I have another job for you. Get in the farm next to the bridge.

From there you will scout the area to find two bandits. They are both

dressed in black trench coats and are armed. Once you find them, send

their position to me from your PDA and don’t leave them from your

sight. I will give you the rest of your task on place.” continued Fox. “Also

be sure to stay light and not carry too much, you may have to travel a

lot.” He then added.

“I’m on my way.” I acknowledged. I went in the house I was before and

looked for somewhere to hide the unnecessary stuff. No holes in the

walls or loose planks to move. I went in another room which seemed to

be a kitchen. There was a dirty dishwasher sitting under the dirty wood

counter. A few steps from it were an oven which the front door was

literally stolen and had many years of dirt and beating covering it. The

cabinets hanging on the walls were all broken and useless. My attention

went to the oven. The steel plate in the back was almost totally

unscrewed and could easily be moved up to six inches which was more

than enough to hide stuff. I hidden almost all my ammo and food in it

and took care to screw the plate to be sure no one could suspect the

stash. Now I had only my filled up magazines on my vest and food

supplies for a week. I left the sleeping bag where it was since it was

pointless to take it with me. I weighted my backpack just to give me an

idea off if I had to remove some stuff from it. It was all right. I strapped

everything on my back and checked twice my weapons. I went out of

the house and followed Fox indications on my PDA. The farm was

around 500m away and there was an anomaly field near. I slowly

walked out of the camp, watching everyone doing their hobbies, and

went in direction of the barn.

The air was fresh, almost exempt of any odors. The grass looked more

like miniaturized bushes growing in the middle of nowhere. Despite of all

the dangers roaming around this place seemed to be out of a dream.

Reaching a small bridge, I looked at the wild dogs chewing old bones on

my left. My attention drifted to the weird distortions a few meters from

the dogs.

“Must be some of those anomalies that I heard about.” I whispered to

myself. “Better stay away from those for now.” I added.

The road ahead looked clean of anomalies so I kept going that way. The

barn was a few steps ahead so I left the road and entered the building.

Looking again on my PDA, the location was in the granary right to the

north on my compass. I walked in direction of my objective when I

tripped on a rock. I rose from the ground and looked at the blue rock.

The thing seemed to hide a strange blue light right under it. I crouched

next to it and took the stick of my Geiger counter. Slowly lifting the

rock, the shiny blue orb started to levitate until it reached my torso. It

was the size of a golf ball and emitted a strong blue light that was

varying along with its levitating abilities. Taking closer the radiation

detector, the thing started to lose its light and slowly fall down. Looking

at the dial, it showed no radiation but the light fluctuated in the opposite

way of the object. Right when I removed the detector away the orb

lifted to my head and shined powerfully. Considering this lucky finding

as inoffensive, I took it in my hands. It was cold like ice on the touch,

but my hands weren’t getting colder. Instead, I felt small sparks trough

my arms that were spreading all over my body. After merely three

seconds, the orb started to follow the rhythm of my heartbeat. I felt the

unknown energy climb to my head as I felt energized like if I just drank

one of those energy drinks. I stuffed it in my pocket and walked in the

granary. The effect wasn’t as big as before but still present all over my

body. I climbed the stairs and cooked my rifle. I crossed the planks and

sat at the end of the homemade floor. The little tower on the roof looked

like a good place to spot but it was the first place to look into to spot a

sniper. I took my binoculars and watched the surrounding. I could see

almost everything from this place except what was on the other side of

the fallen bridge. The minutes went by and boredom took over. I putted

the binoculars aside and took back the thing I got earlier. Holding it in

my hand firmly, I focused my mind on the flow of energy. Strangely, the

more I focused on it the more it was powerful. Intrigued, I started to

wonder if my mind had an influence on the weird sphere. Pushed by

curiosity, I looked at the ball and focused the most I could on it.

“Show me what you can do dear.” I said while keeping full focus.

The orb started to glow more and more until I was blinded by the light.

The energy flowing like a waterfall inside my head as my hand started

to shake on its own. The light was so intense that even when my eyes

closed I only saw the blue color of the object. Suddenly realizing what I

was doing, I opened my eyes and the light went back to normal. Looking

at my hand, the small orb made a pulse and I felt a jolt in my arm.

Looking at it, I realized that I didn’t even felt the wound that the

bloodsucker inflicted me the night before. I rolled up my sleeve and

looked at my forearm. Slowly removing the bandage, my eyes opened

in surprise when I saw the healed scar which looked like a year old

wound that healed perfectly over time. I looked at the sky and followed

the movements of the crows. The picture was sharper than ever.

“How can people fear this heaven?” I whispered with pure delight while

contemplating the clouds. As an answer the little orb emitted a small

pulse thought my fingers.

“Yea, you’re right. Because they have no control over it. Absolutely no

control.” I told the little sphere in my hand while going back to duty.
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“Get up!” a voice shouted from beside me. Putting my head up in surprise, Bearpaw was pulling me up by my collar in one hand and an AK in his other one. Loud gunfire boomed all over the place as I woke up.
“What the fuck is going on? Where am I?” I almost yelled in panic.
“You’re still at the fucking camp and we’re attacked by damn bandits so take your fucking gun and fight!” He said while emptying his AK on a guy wearing a black coat that was running inside. I reached my backpack to find that the rifle wasn’t here. I grabbed my belt and found the berretta still in its holster. I grabbed it and cooked the backslide. Bearpaw was still next to his window shooting at the bandits coming from everywhere. I ran under the door frame and took a aim at the one entering the camp. I fired two bullets at him and he fell on the ground. The knockback reminded me my wounded arm which was hurting like hell. An arm moved behind the bus and a round object fell not far from our position. Reacting quickly, I grabbed the stalker next to the window and threw ourselves in the middle of the room. A second later the wall fell in an explosion. The man went back on his feet while mumbling words I didn’t understand and fired his shotgun in the hole. I went at a window as Bearpaw threw me a small double barreled shotgun.
“The ammo is on the floor. Now got ahead and clean the house in front of us. Move!” He literally yelled while firing. I cracked open the gun and filled the two receiver with a fresh shell and took a handful of them in my pocket. I looked at a window and saw a moving object in the front house. I peeked and pressed the trigger. I returned behind the wall and cooked the two hammers and blew a gunshot at the man. The only response received was an cream of agony. Considering my shot as successful I replaced the used shell by a filled one and cooked back the gun. I sprinted at the next house and stopped under a window. A dead bandit lied on the grass and four of them were inside. I gave a quick look at the dead corpse equipment and grabbed a grenade.
“Hope those still work fine.” I murmured while activating and throwing it square at a bandit face. A huge boom succeeded as an arm flew over my head. I rose and aimed inside at a wounded bandit about to throw a grenade. The man died on the shock without having the chance to use his last resort weapon. The stalkers already had cleaned the three houses on the left and the only remaining treats were behind the scrap vehicles. Reloading another time the old shotgun I slid next to the fence. Looking under the fence I saw two feet going to the corner. I aimed at the fence and emptied the gun. The man fell on his face without any signs of life. Bearpaw ran at the other side of the bus as I took the other side.
“Get their attention!”He screamed. I putted my berretta on the other side and fired blindly. A second later He went by the corner and emptied the rest of his clip on the remaining crew. A man fell from the back of a tree with a hole in the head as Fox came from behind with his revolver lowered.
“Good job guys, it’s all clean and we don’t have any casualties. Everyone loot their killed bandits and put the bodies down the hill.” He said while holstering his handgun. Bearpaw came next to me and pointed at the two nearest bodies.
“Those are yours. Take everything you want and leave the rest in the box next to the fireplace. You take also the house you cleaned.” He replied while reloading.
“Also, good job for the grenade. Hound Dog wanted me to give you that as a present for saving his life.”
I caught the strange object as he continued talking.
“It’s a Sparkler. You won’t find any around here except in the anomaly tunnel but they are quite widespread. Weaken the body against electricity but give a boost similar to an energy drink as long you have it close without plastic bags.” He finished explaining.
“I’ll thank him later.” I replied with a smile that quickly faded as I saw the dead bodies lying around. Opening my backpack, I noticed I had been robbed all my SKS ammo and a few food supplies.
“If I find this guy I’m going to tear him open in one of those anomalies” I mumbled. I searched both men bodies for anything useful but only some 9x18 pistol rounds and some canned food were still usable. They both had Marakov’s which looked more like a suicide device than a firearm. Putting the rest of the stuff in a bag they were carrying I led my way to the house. The floor was cracked open by the grenade and a bandit laid on what remained of the floor his body mutilated. The tree others were still in one piece. I searched them and took an AK-74 that was still in good conditions, some of the rifle ammo and two strange objects which looked like those rought devices that stalkers use to find anomalies. I took the bodies outside and dumped them down the hill. Coming back in the house I stuffed the rest of the junk in the bag and went to the fire. A stalker took it and emptied it’s content in the box while grabbing every PDA in it. The man handed me a map of the area with location circled in red.
“There’s a last gift for saving my life. Those are some stashes with equipment in them. Please use them only if needed since I might need things in them at any time.” Said the one I recognized as Hound Dog.
“Thanks, I really appreciate your help. And would you have seen a man walking around with an SKS by the way?” I asked.
“Yes. This morning I saw someone going out of the camp to hunt with something like that. He didn’t come back yet. And if I find something of interest in those PDA I’ll let you know.” He replied.
“It’s all right. See you later!” I said while walking to Bearpaw’s house. He was next to a table cleaning his gears. I took out the uncooked shotgun with the rest of the ammo and putted it on the corner of the table. He putted his hand over mine and putted it back in it.
“Keep it. Maybe it’s not the most valuable thing but you’re going to need it more than me. Found anything of interest on the bastards?” He said in a low tone.
“Actually just this AK and some strange devices with a light on them. Beside that no a-” I managed to say before being interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Is your name Mark Brivosky?” asked in a hurry Hound Dog who just entered the place.
“How did you know that?” I asked
“Give a look on these.”He said while handing me a PDA. I looked at the screen and read the words on the screen.

Task: Find Mark Brivosky and kill him. Bring back a piece of identity as proof.
Reward: Report to Smoker.

“The asshole…” I mumbled.
“You know who he is?”asked the stalker.
“Yes, it’s the one who pretend to be my father.” I answered.
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Ah ben the Last Stone merci lgros , j'pensais jétais le seul Québecois a capoté sur ste jeu la , mais tu me prouve le contraire , ton histoire est très interessante et jaimerais bien voir le reste

Je vais meme peut-etre en écrire un beau roman moi aussi de STALKER, si j'ai bien le temps ...

Lache pas !

Dont stop !
  12:16:46  7 September 2010
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English, please.
  22:53:06  7 September 2010
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English, please.

Sorry I forgot.
  22:28:18  21 September 2010
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well I`m still working on it when I have time, school and work takes almost all my time and the little rest I have free I often loose myself in stalker a bit, so I`m still writing but time is an issue.
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