On forum: 06/28/2008
Why I went to the zone|
Warning this story will contain mature content, language, and themes, it will deal with child death, and may be upsetting to some.
Also it may seem amateurish compared to most on here but I have not written in a while, so please bear with me while I get back into the swing of things.
This is not what I would normally write, this has a much darker tone that anything else I would usually writ, it is intended to be short, have several chapters, does not tie in with anything else that I will write, and will have no sequel. It will change from a first person perspective to news reports and PDA transmissions, and will follow a main character and his mission of revenge. So you can get an idea of the main character, and the setting of this story. He is of Ukrainian background, Ukrainian postal worker, with military experience but was discharged due to injury. He is in his mid thirties, had naturally straight pokey brown dark brown hair, greyish eyes and a slimmer build and features, he also has a limp from his injures. by March 2013, lots of new places are now accessible in the zone, but that does not make the old area any less dangerous or evil.
May. 9. 2011.
Sitting here in the living room, I feel intense mixed emotions, I look around and t the bad neighbourhood we live in, riddled with crime and drugs, even worse since three economy`s down turn in 2008, I feel bitter when I see the young vandals ruining things, when I feel the cold and pain in my injured leg, and our house, that is literally crumbling around us. In a way if the bank actually did take it they would be doing us a favour. No, I can`t think that way, this house is one of the last things giving them hope. Them being my Sveta and Akalena, my wife and daughter, the only things that bring out my good emotions like love, joy and happiness. They mean the world to me, both of them. They are like my two precious stones in a sea of coal. I look over at my daughter, she is beautiful, and she has my brown hair and her mother’s green eyes. It’s her birthday today she is twelve. When I look at her young face and see the hope and gratefulness in her eyes I’m filled with joy. We bought her a kite this year something she had been going on and asking about for months now. As she was assembling it with her mother she seemed to be bursting with excitement of going out to fly it. There was a park that was about half an hour from our house were she would go, it was in the richer and safer part of town. We had not worries of letting her go there by herself as long as she stayed away from the wooded areas, something she understood and always seemed to abide by.
After a few minutes the kite was ready, with all of it multi coloured ribbons attached it seemed ready to fly. Within minutes Akalena had her coat and shoes on and was ready to leave. Giving my wife and I each a kiss, she was yelling “bye mamma, bye papa” and out the door. As I got my coat, hat and postal satchel ready for work and Sveta began to go about her daily tasks, neither of us knew that we had just said good bye to our baby girl for the last time.
More n More I find myself wondering.....was Stalking even worth it?