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  22:26:46  14 June 2009
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Based on a story told by Sidorovich in the AMK Mod - if it works well I'll be adding the whole story to the novel.

Town-32

Prologue

File: ZOE1267-UDF-2.15.2007
Date: Thursday, February 15th 2007
Report Author: Classified
Distribution List: Classified

Classification: For Your Eyes Only – Ultra Violet Classification
Burn After Reading

From: Ukrainian Ministry of Defence
To: Ukrainian Presidential Office

Update Report on Recent Events Within the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone

1. As you are aware on Wednesday, 12th April 2006, at approximately 14:30 hrs, an enormous explosion of unexplained origin occurred. At the same time the entire Exclusion Zone suddenly became inaccessible. Several attempts were made to gain entry, all these attempts ended in the teams dying from extreme radiation burns, or other more horrifying effects.

2. On Thursday, 13th April 2006 the extreme radiation barrier surrounding the Exclusion Zone dissipated enough to allow entry by teams in extreme Biohazard Clothing.

3. By Friday, 14th April the radiation had decreased enough to allow deep penetration of the Exclusion Zone. Six teams were sent in, in total approximately one hundred troops and scientists. Contact with all teams was lost as they approached the fifteen mile mark from the Chernobyl NPP. No further deep penetration teams have been sent to the NPP since.

4. June 2006, civilians have been seen illegally entering the Exclusion Zone. All Military posts were alerted and all civilians discovered were escorted away from the Exclusion zone.

5. July 2006, first Artefact reported. This Artefact was confiscated from the University of Kiev’s science department. The Artefact called a “Blood Stone” because of hard, glassy feel, although it does look organic in nature, and that it is the colour of blood. The scientists who had bought the Artefact claimed that it heals minor cuts and abrasions, but is quite radioactive. The Artefact was transported to the Ministry of Science. The scientists at the University of Kiev said that the man they bought the Artefact from claimed to “found” the Artefact in the Exclusion Zone.

6. August 2006, all civilians found within the Exclusion Zone are classed as Looters and all Military squads, patrols and bases are given orders to shoot all Looters on sight.

7. September 2006, the numbers of Looters, calling themselves Stalkers, goes to an unmanageable level. Most of them are heavily armed and are quite willing to fire upon our troops if fire upon. Decision is made to restrict access, to shoot anyone who tries to gain access to the Exclusion Zone – now finally fenced off entirely – however, only those Stalkers who are seen looting artefacts, and those caught with artefacts on them, are shot on sight.

8. December 2006, sightings of human activity all the way up to the Red Forrest in the southern part of the Zone. This activity appears to be originating from the NPP itself. Small squads are sent to investigate. No squads return to report on activity. Stalker informants claim that a faction of very aggressive humans who come from the centre of the Zone is making its presence felt at the edges of Stalker encroachment. Fierce fire-fights have taken place between the various Stalker factions and this new faction. Reports suggest that this new faction call themselves “Monolith”.

9. January 2007, gaps appear to have grown in areas that were previously impassable. Scouting squads, volunteers all, enter the area beyond the Red Forest and return with news of strange buildings, Monolith troop movements, strange creatures and an abundance of artefacts.

Recommendation:

Scientists from the Command Post at Vyshhorod have pointed out that an experimental station five miles to the North East of the Red Forest and is situated two miles from the east bank of the Prypiat River. This station is designated Town 32. They wish to establish a research station at Town 32 and investigate the anomalies of the Zone, the Creatures and the possibility of curing those afflicted with “Zombism”. It is my recommendation that a force of eight specially adapted vehicles, two BTR-94s and six BTR-152s (three to be used as equipment carriers) with a combined force of eighty men, some seventy troops and ten scientist. I would also like to request the hiring of three Stalkers at the Cordon Village to act as guides: these men have had more time in-Zone than any other men at my command and could mean the difference between success or failure of the mission.

Conclusion:

• A force of eighty troops and scientists to be sent into the Zone beyond the previous “line of death” at the Red Forest.
• The establishment of a research base at Town 32.
• Hiring of three Stalkers to act as guides.
  00:09:22  15 June 2009
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Cool... I like how you did the government-style format. Let's see how it shapes up
  12:47:42  15 June 2009
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Cool... I like how you did the government-style format. Let's see how it shapes up
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I wanted to get the correct feeling for starting the story - it took me a week to get the right starting point. Mostly a story will right itself if you get the correct starting point.
  13:42:04  15 June 2009
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Part 1 – Descent In To Hell

Eight armoured vehicles powered up the main highway that ran through the Cordon. They slowed to a crawl at the first roadblock at the fence that surrounded the Exclusion Zone. An arm from an armoured bunker waved them through the raised barrier; they had already been cleared in advance. The sped up and came to a complete stop about a mile further down the road when they came to the first military outpost on the road, Outpost 12. The convoy’s commanding officer, Major Andriy Kuznetsov exited from the lead BTR and walked in to Outpost 12’s main building swapping salutes with subordinates and smiles with various officers he recognised from other commands. Finally he stood in front of the Outpost commanding officer, Major Oleksy Viktorych.

‘Andriy,’ the Outpost Major said grinning from ear to ear.

‘Lyosha,’ Major Kuznetsov replied.

They exchanges salutes and both sat down grinning like a pair of schoolboys. Oleksy pulled two small glasses and a bottle of expensive Russian Standard Imperia Vodka

‘The good stuff,’ he muttered as he filled the glasses. ‘Bud’mo!’

‘Bud’mo!’ Andriy lifted his glass and downed the vodka in one go. Oleksy filled the glasses again and sat back and stared at his friend.

‘So what the fuck are you doing in my Zone?’ Andriy thought his friend sounded angry. Maybe I should have sent him a message to let him know I was coming, he thought. But that would have broached security and someone else would have been sent. He sipped from his freshly filled glass.

‘Sorry I didn’t let you know I was coming. You know what security is like. However, I afraid now I’m here I still can’t tell you what’s going on.’ He watched as his friends scowl softened in a knowing grimace. Both of them had had plenty of experience with modern bureaucracy, especially since Oleksy had become the head of an outpost inside the Exclusion Zone. ‘All I can say is we’re heading north by north west across the Prypiat River, and we’ll be gone several weeks.’ Oleksy nodded. He downed his glass of vodka and turned to look at the map of the Exclusion Zone he had pinned to a large movable board and guessed at the general area his oldest friend would be going to.

‘All the way into Hell, hey? I guess the reports from the Stalkers about passages into the heart of the Zone are correct.’ He didn’t bother looking at his friend for confirmation as he knew he wouldn’t get any.

‘Here’s a copy of my orders giving me permission to enter the Zone, and here’s a copy of my orders to hire three Stalkers to act as guides.’

‘Oh!’ Andriy was surprised to see his friends face suddenly grow confused and worried at the same time, it was a combination he wasn’t used to seeing on him. Although he hadn’t seen his friend in over five years he still thought he knew him better than anyone else.

‘You don’t approve?’ He asked.

‘What? Oh, no. It’s not my place to approve or disapprove. I know it was probably not your decision. But, to be honest you don’t know what those Stalkers are like. Insane every single one of them. You have to be to want to be here in the first place.’

‘You’re here and you’re as sane as I am!’

‘Well yes, but we were both ordered here. Stalkers,’ Oleksy managed to put a lot of venom in to the word, ‘they’re undisciplined, anarchistic, free-loading, looters who are only here in the hopes of making a fast-buck. None of them are loyal to the Ukraine, they’re just out for themselves and can’t be trusted. I miss the old days when I could shoot them on sight.’ Andriy was surprised at the last statement. He friend had never been that bloodthirsty before. So maybe it was right that the Zone changed you.

‘You’re probably right. But, not only have they got more experience and knowledge of the Zone than anyone else, they may actually have specialist knowledge of the area we’re heading for.’ Andriy explained.

‘Fair enough. I’ll radio ahead to Sidorovich – he’s the local trader – and he can see if any Stalkers in the Village are willing to act as guide. Now, more vodka!’


The Village that Major Oleksy Viktoych mentioned was about two miles further north from Outpost 12. The convoy pulled up the hill that the main road climbed and slowly came to stop just before the turn off to the Village, which sat in a depression just off the road. Andriy’s BTR pulled on the side road, nothing more than a dirt track really, and powered down the road into the Village. The whine of its diesel engine loud in the still quiet of mid-morning. Andriy stared out of the window of the vehicle appraising the ruined buildings that lined the dirty road. He saw smashed roofs and walls, homes with no windows, even completely missing walls: smashed fences and missing front-doors. He saw Stalkers sat around makeshift fires inside the ruined buildings, or lounging around outside next to quarter-drum fires. Stalkers sentries at each end of the village kept their Kalashnikov’s at the ready, suspicion written clearly on their faces. Andriy even noticed a few rifles aimed at the convoy on the main road, the Stalkers who carried the weapons hidden in the broken roofs of the ruined buildings. He didn’t know what his friend was on about but these people definitely looked organised.

Sidorovich’s trading bunker was just a little west of the Village and the BTR pulled up just passed the Villages last sentry. Andriy climbed out of the vehicle and stretched his legs, hoping that the fresh air would help counteract the half bottle of vodka he and Lyosha had consumed back at Outpost 12.

He could see some Stalkers huddled around a fire eating out of tins, or cutting strips of meat off some sort of animal that was being spit-roasted over their fire.

‘Have you noticed, Andrei, that there’s no birds, no animals. I’m from the Crimea and I’m used to countryside like this being filled with animal noises. It’s not natural.’ Andriy had been joined by his second in command, Captain Serhiy Vasilych.

‘I noticed Seryozha, and it makes you wonder what they’re eating over there.’ The Major said as he pointed to the Stalkers eating from the spit-roasted animal. Serhiy smiled and twisted his face in false disgust. ‘Which reminds me, we do have three weeks full rations before we have to start on field rations don’t we?’

‘That’s correct, sir.’ Serhiy confirmed still smiling.

‘Right then we had better go meet this Sidorovich.’


(If I've not some of the diminutive forms of the name wrong please let me know.)
  20:33:33  16 June 2009
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  22:13:19  16 June 2009
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That's one of the best complimenst I'd had Zero - thank you -

next section

The file that Andriy had been given concerning the Zone was quite extensive and including files on all the major personalities, including the major factions that seemed to be arising in the Zone: Duty – mutineers and deserters from the army; Freedom, Stalkers who wanted to Zone opened to everybody; and Clear Sky, who appeared to a collection of scientists and like-minded Stalkers who wanted to study the Zone – Clear Sky claimed that the Zone was expanding.

The file also included extensive information on a small time criminal, and one time businessman, who acted as a trader for the Stalkers, he went by the name Sidorovich, but it was well known that that was not his real name. Sidorovich was typical of many business men; he was middle aged, short, fat and balding. He was a Russian from Novgorod who had had a business supplying Russian tourists with supplies for outdoor pursuits, hitchhiking, rock climbing, etcetera, who did some arms smuggling on the side. When his contacts informed him that the Novgorod authorities were investigating him for his less legal activities he used his contacts in the Ukrainian Military to have himself smuggled into the Exclusion zone. He set himself up as a trader and using the same military contacts smuggled in food and weapons for Stalkers. He smuggled out artefacts, either to unscrupulous Western companies who wished to study and exploit the exotic substances found in the Zone or to the Ukrainian Government itself, and he arranged for Stalkers to be smuggled out once they had grown too sick of the Zone. He fancied himself as an entrepreneur and humanitarian, he was really just a money grabbing, slimy, small-time gangster.

Andriy introduced himself and Serhiy and got down to business as soon as possible.

‘We’re not here to negotiate Mr Sidorovich; we have a flat fee for anyone interested in helping the Ukrainian Government. As my colleague Major Viktorych told you on the radio we are heading deep in to the Zone somewhere to the North East of here. So we require three guides, preferably with extensive field experience, and if they have experience of the general area east of the NPP it would be a bonus.’

Sidorovich looked at the two officers in there clean, new Zone Field Suits. Part of his mind was calculating how much he could sell the suits for as they looked better than the ones the Stalkers themselves were manufacturing, obviously not as good as the SEVA suits from .... but they were hideously expensive. The rest of his mind was calculating how much he could skim off the top. He thought if he could skim enough he could expand his sphere of influence. He had a friend in the Quarter Masters Office who wanted to get out and saw the amount of money that Sidorovich was managing to pull out of the Zone. Sidorovich suggested a great place to set-up another trading spot would be the old factory complex just north of the Garbage, but it had to have the bandits and mutants cleared out first. With enough money he could pay Duty to go in and clear the place up. He suddenly realised that he had been thinking too long.

‘I’m sorry I was miles away.’ He apologised to the officer who had spoken. ‘I have three volunteers for you, two are perfect, Konstantin has extensive knowledge of the Zone from here to the Red Forrest, and Yuriy has excellent experience from here to the River in the east. They would be happy to act as guides for you for a good price.’

'And the third?’ Andriy asked. He already disliked this fat man behind his desk, inside his little cage. He was nothing more than a horse trader, a dealer in flesh. He started to understand his old friend more now, if the Zone attracted men like this then shooting them was all they deserved. But the political cost to the government would be too great.

‘He says he’ll go for food and water only. He’s been here longer than most of us and doesn’t really care that much for money. He’s called Pyotr! All three are waiting outside. Now all we have to agree on is the fee.’


Andriy couldn’t help but feel dirty when he can back up to the surface after being inside Sidorovich’s bunker. He felt he had just been dickering over cattle with an unscrupulous salesman. He breathed deeply when reached the surface and shook his head to help clean it. Odious little man, he thought, shooting would be too good for him. Then he saw the three Stalkers who had agreed to be his guides.

Konstantin was a giant at six and a half feet and about three feet wide. He was solidly built and had a gregarious grin on his face. He was already chatting with the BTR’s driver and Serhiy, and they both laughing raucously. He was dressed much like all the other Stalkers in worn hiking boots, a thick waterproof jacket that had seen better days and tough jeans. He carried an old AKS-74U like many of the other Stalkers they had seen in the village. It looked like Sidorovich had definitely kept up with his old contacts.

Yuriy was just under six feet tall and was dressed much the same as Konstantin, the only thing that differed really was the colour of their clothes. Yuriy was armed with a Remington Tactical shotgun and an H&K MP-5. He stood next to Konstantin and listened and smiled when Konstantin joked. Unlike Konstantin who was concentrating making friends Yuriy’s eyes were constantly moving about noticing details, checking the horizon and the general area. He nodded to the Major when he emerged from the bunker.

Pyotr was sat at the back of the BTR resting against its rear tire. He was dressed completely differently to the other two Stalkers. He wore a one piece green uniform that papered to have armoured pieces sown into the legs, arms and chest. Further padding and armour plates appeared to attached to an integrated vest. He was sat cross-legged and an AK-108, a firearm that hadn’t been issued to Ukrainian troops yet, lay across his legs. He sat reading a book that was propped against the rifle.
  12:30:21  17 June 2009
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I've read two section so far, and have to say it's just awesome.

After reading I have lost all of my intentions to write anything about this subject from now on, or at least to publish it.

Your idea is simple as well as excellent to write about things that every STALKER player seems to know perfectly. You are making the Zone alive. We have a documentary of the STALKER world now.

Just keep going man.
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I've read two section so far, and have to say it's just awesome.

After reading I have lost all of my intentions to write anything about this subject from now on, or at least to publish it.

Your idea is simple as well as excellent to write about things that every STALKER player seems to know perfectly. You are making the Zone alive. We have a documentary of the STALKER world now.

Just keep going man.
---END QUOTATION---



Thank you.

Here's some more to enjoy.


‘So you three are my new Stalker Guides?’ The Major said in the general direction of the three guides. Konstantin nodded; Andriy hoped he wasn’t as dumb as he looked. Yuriy made a vague head flick which could have been a nod, and Pyotr stood up and stared at the Major.

‘We get paid for a job,’ he said flatly. ‘We aren’t owned by anyone.’

‘Fair enough,’ Andriy replied, there’s no point in arguing semantics.
‘Right, you’ll be riding with me in the BTR and I’m afraid you’ll have to leave you weapons here. My troops won’t be happy with armed Stalkers in their midst.’ Konstantin looked confused and Yuriy began unloading his shotgun. Pyotr laughed.

‘Then we don’t go anywhere. No offence Major but we don’t trust you and your men any more than you trust us. And I’d rather put my life in the hands of these two Stalkers than any of your men. No guns no go! Are we clear?’

‘Very well,’ Andriy didn’t think they would just turn over their weapons, but it was worth a try. ‘I’ll tell my men that you will be armed and that you are to be treated as officers. Good enough?’ Pyotr smiled and nodded.

‘Very smooth Andriy,’ Serhiy said as the Major walked towards him. ‘Very smooth.’

‘Shut up Serhiy or you’ll be pulling the graveyard shift for the next month.’

‘Yes, Sir! Comrade Major, Sir!’ Serhiy said quite loudly as he pulled himself up into a parody of a parade salute.

‘Let’s get going.’ Andriy said as he climbed into the armoured vehicle.


The BTR rejoined the convoy and the drove North through a small Military Outpost under a railway bridge – the railway bisected the whole valley. Further on up near the apex of the valley they came to Outpost 12b. This Outpost was little more than an overlarge roadblock. Concrete panels walled a small compound with a single two storey blockhouse forming the northern wall. A single soldier at the barrier checked the orders handed to him by the driver; he spoke quietly into a radio at his collar and then waited for the reply. He handed the papers back and walked over to the counterweight of the barrier and raised it. Another Senior Soldier came out of the blockhouse and ran to the double gates and opened them. As the convoy drove past Andriy noticed that both soldiers didn’t even bother to salute. He also saw the barrel of an AKM sticking out of an upstairs window covering the convoy as it drove past. He supposed extreme paranoia was something that eventually happened to all soldiers when they were stationed in the Zone.

Andriy looked at Serhiy and he guessed that the look of utter joy at finally being in the zone was mirrored on his own face. They were finally here and about to face anything they Zone could throw at them. They were no longer sat at the Gates of Hell. They were starting the descent.


About five miles north of Outpost12b was a dirty track that headed north east and joined the main road that left the area that was called the Dark Valley. The Dark Valley road curved east then north east and headed towards a bridge over the Prypiat. It was after they reached the end of the curved section of road that both Konstantin and Yuriy told the driver to stop the BTR. The message was passed instantly along the length of the convoy and they quickly pulled off the road.

All three Stalkers got out of the BTR followed by Andriy and Serhiy. Pyotr climbed on top of the BTR and made himself comfortable on top of the gun turret. He watched as Konstantin pulled some rusty bolts out of his pockets. Andriy hadn’t seen anything to indicate that they were about to drive in to a problem. He scanned the road ahead and still couldn’t see anything.

‘Last time I came through here the place was almost impassable. Wall-to-wall anomalies for almost the entire length of the road.’ Yuriy said.

‘I don’t see anything untoward,’ Serhiy said. Thank god for that, Andriy thought. He was beginning to think his eyes were going and if his younger subordinate couldn’t see anything then his eyesight couldn’t be that bad. Yuriy nodded to his taller friend who took a single bolt and threw it ahead of himself as hard and as fast as he could. It reached about twenty feet down the road before the road exploded into flame. A jet about eight feet in height seemed to appear as if from nowhere.

‘Well fuck me!’ Serhiy exclaimed.

‘This is going to be a lot more difficult than I first thought,’ the Major said to no one in particular. ‘Yuriy can you find us a way through?’

‘Of course, the anomaly field appears to have dissipated in the last week or so. There should be a way through. It’s just going to take time to find a path.’ He and Konstantin started moving about and throwing bolts, rocks or whatever came to hand to find a save path way along the six miles of road. The convoy took about six hours to travel the whole six miles and finally came to the bridge by six o’clock that evening. They parked the eight vehicles at a large enough flat, anomaly clear space just before the edge of the bank of the river. The Major decided that there was little point in travelling too much further. He ordered everyone to eat ration packs and to stay inside their vehicles. He got out of his BTR and found Pyotr say away from the parked convoy. He was staring out across the river and down the length of the bridge.

‘Don’t worry there’s nothing along the bridge to slow us down,’ Pyotr said when the Major got close enough.

‘I didn’t see you helping in finding a clear path here,’ it was a statement that was trying to be a subtle question and failed miserably. Pyotr grinned up at the Major. Damn as there no way to make this man angry, Andriy thought.

‘Too many cooks, Major. I would just have been in the way. Anyway once we cross the river I’ll be earning the money you’re not paying me. I’ve been there; well I’ve been on the east bank before just not quite this far north.’

‘What will we find there?’ The Major asked.

‘Not to sound too corny but Death, Major. Only Death in all its many varieties. I seriously doubt anyone but a Stalker is going to make it back to the Cordon. And to be brutally honest I doubt even us Stalkers are going to make it back alive.’

The Major was unsure if he should be annoyed with the obvious arrogance of the man, or seriously worried that this experienced Stalker, a man who had spent the last six months surviving, and obviously flourishing, in the Zone thought they were all going to die.

They crossed the bridge and hour later and made camp for the night in a large field a mile from the bridge on the east bank. The Major finally allowed his troops and scientists out of their vehicles. He set-up a clear perimeter using the vehicles and some of the razor wire they had brought with them. He didn’t think anyone was going to get a good night’s sleep that night.
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Part 2 – The Calm Before the Storm

Mission Log: Major Andriy Leonidovich Kuznetsov

Day 4: 20:38

It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to keep this log up to date. And I’m afraid that this will only be a short recap of the last three days.
We reached Town-32 at 13:00 hrs on the second day in Zone. Although we have only travelled fifty kilometres as the crow flies roads very rarely go straight in this country. We also had to make many stops since we crossed the river. Two stops because of anomaly fields: one burner field that stretched two miles, and a field of what the Stalkers called ‘whirligigs’. The whirligigs can range up to five meters in diameter and appear as nothing more than dust-devils; however, as soon as something enters them they speed up to tremendous speeds, can lift a man to about three or four meters and then they explode. We saw it demonstrated when a boar (which is nothing more than a huge mutated wild pig) stumbled into one. Pyotr explained the easiest way to spot a whirligig was to look for the rotting bits of carcases around the perimeter.
The men have really taken to the three Stalkers. Their abilities here in not only keeping us out of trouble with anomalies but find edible wild game, and their natural tendencies to be marksmen has won the hearts of my soldiers. The Scientists have a begrudging admiration for anyone who would brave fields of radioactivity and anomalies to find artefacts.
We also had to stop when the convoy was attacked by a pack of pseudodogs. These animals are as big as wolves, are sleek, vicious and intelligent. They can leapt at a man from over six meters away and a single bite can take a man’s head off. The worse thing about them is that they can project an illusionary version of themselves that appears to attack almost independently of the real animal. I’m afraid to report that I lost five men due these animals. Pyotr showed his skill and daring when he tracked down and killed all the animals that killed my men. I’m almost afraid that when we leave this assignment half my men will desert and become Stalkers themselves.

The main camp was ready by 02:00 on Day 3. We have power supplied by one of the diesel engine of one the BTR-152’s. The entire town now has electricity again. At 08:00 on day three the Stalkers took out three man teams to track down and capture some of the animals that the Scientists wish to study: so far we have two blind-dogs, a single pseudodog (it’s a juvenile and can’t project an illusionary image), four rodents (very large rats like creatures). The Scientists have been promised a boar and a Zombie for their cages by the end of Day 5.

The stockade around the village has nearly been completed and will be finished by this time tomorrow. I will be able to keep a twenty-four guard on strategic positions and the arc-lights on the BTR’s have been rigged up on tall poles so that we can illuminate the surrounding countryside if necessary. I am confident that we can keep this place safe and secure for the three weeks we will be here.

Day 5: 19:14

We lost one of the scientists today. The man was stupid enough to get in the cage with the zombie that the Stalkers brought back this morning. The zombie had a military uniform and his name tag said he was .... According to our database he was one of the Special Forces scouts that were sent to investigate the reports of there being gaps into the centre of the Zone. The dead scientist, Maslovski, thought that he got an immediate reaction for the zombie when his name was mentioned. The zombie actually backed away from its cage door. Maslovski thought this meant that there was a glimmer of intelligence, opened the door and the zombie had him by the throat almost instantly. By the time the guards got to him Maslovski was dead. Oddly the zombie then lost all interest in the corpse. I suppose we have all been fed on a diet of American films where zombies just want to eat people’s flesh or brains. Apparently not! The zombie will eat rodents, cooked food, or anything other “normal” human food they are presented with. I have ordered that the zombie is to be taken away from the camp and shot. I have also ordered that any other soldiers seen in a similar condition are also to be shot on sight. The Stalkers say they have no problems catching zombified Stalkers for the scientists to experiment on. I asked Pyotr why this was, all he said was that any Stalker caught near the Brain Scorchers or staying too long in a radiation field deserved what they got. He said they should have known better. The other two Stalkers agreed with him. I’m not sure if any of my men could feel so callous about the suffering of another person. Konstantin laughed at this and said in his think Caucasus accent that, “there was no left to suffer”.
All security requirements are now in place. We are now as secure as we can.
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Regarding to Russian/Ukrainian names:

- second name, it ends by -vich as Sidorovich, Leonidovich, etc., as well as first name by itself is used in a friendly manner only. Never used with a rank.

- first and second names together, e.g. Oleksiy Leonidovich, are used in official manner, in military can be used between people with the same rank.

- in military, lower rank must address to a higher rank using word "comrade" in Russia, or "Pun" (the same pronunciation, that means Mr, Sir) in Ukranian with following rank, e.g. Comrade Colonel in Russia, or Mr. Colonel in Ukraine , or by first & second names in more relaxed atmosphere.

- higher rank addresses to lower rank by a rank with following second name, e.g. Soldier Petrov.

- a rank with following first & second names is used in official manner only.

- there are differences in pronunciation of some Russian and Ukrainian names, e.g. Pyotr - Russian, Petro - Ukrainian.

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