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  09:49:29  2 March 2010
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Malik (Badger)
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Entering The Zone

My first S.T.A.L.K.E.R story

please feel free to criticize.
  09:58:12  2 March 2010
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Malik (Badger)
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We had all heard of the ‘Zone’ and ‘Chernobyl’. Perhaps that is how we ended up in the hellhole. Yet we had heard the stories, we took no heed of them and for that we paid dearly. Taking only what we thought necessary, we ventured into the unknown.

The forest creaked and moved in unison with the wind making leaves fall and add to the ever rotting undergrowth. We moved in silence, walking in a single file between the rough boughs of the old forest. Little did we expect that all hell was about to break loose.
A clearing was ahead, there were four of us at first, then suddenly three. Before anybody could say anything, Ivan the unluckiest of us all walked into an anomaly. He was hurled into the air in a thousand pieces; blood showered down and stained the forest floor red. We sat there weeping for our lost comrade but silently knowing that this was not the last thing to come. Four days later Yanov was killed by dogs, we managed to get to high ground but Yanov was dragged down by the mass of snapping maws as he struggled to climb to the top of the mound of boulders. So then there was two, Dimitri and me. When we finally saw any humans, I think it was somewhere east of Yantar, they were bandits and consequently they took everything we had and left us to die. I was the lucky one, Dimitri died of starvation, but I was found by a group of stalkers. The rest is fuzzy and I can’t remember much, only that they took me with them back to their encampment. They saved me, lucky Badger, me Badger. They said the only reason that they found me was the GPS signal that was omitted from my hidden PDA that the bandits didn’t find. That is how the Badger found the Zone. Yet they still called me a novice when I had survived for 6 weeks without weapons, without radioactive protection, without any way of detecting anomalies and had seen more death than they had. But they saved me all the less because they knew that I am a survivor…

A dairy extract from Badger’s PDA.
  12:25:36  2 March 2010
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Thrashdude
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seems fine,a bit longer please? My stories are short too,and this is good but short.
  02:53:05  7 March 2010
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Malik (Badger)
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Sorry for the wait, my internet has been down. So, i had some time to write part 2. please enjoy.

2011…during the Faction Wars…Somewhere in the wilderness, West of Yantar

The Stalker stopped on the crest of the hill and removed his faceplate like gasmask, his camouflage clothes rustled as a gust of wind drifted across the dark landscape. He sniffed the air and turned his head straining to hear a sound. After deciding no one or nothing was in the vicinity, he threw his heavily laden backpack down, propped his Kalashnikov against a tree stump, and sat down. He pulled his hood down revealing a bald and bare head and a gaunt face, with two jet-black stripe tattoos running from the top of his nose across his eyelids to the top of his skull. For his short sightedness, keen sense of smell, uncanny hearing, and his tattoos he was aptly named, ‘Badger’. After rifling through his backpack, he removed his PDA and proceeded to check his messages and GPS. Three years ago, he had been found wandering the zone without equipment, weapons, food, or any survival gear. The only reason he was found was the GPS signal being emitted from his PDA. Now Badger always keeps his GPS locator off. Some may ask ‘why, it was the only reason that you survived?’ but he does not reply, for he has his reasons, primarily because he does not wish to be found as he has discovered something terrible, he had found an artifact. Not just any artifact, he had found immortality.

I patted my left breast pocket, relaxing a little knowing that I still had it. It was the size of a small egg and rather looked like an egg, except it glowed blue and had the strange tendency to defy gravity and bounce around as if it were alive. I wish I had not found it, for if anyone knew it would mean disaster, possibly the total upheaval of most of the factions within the zone. They would fight amongst one another for a far greater than trivial rarity. It was a rarity amongst rarities, although it looked rather ordinary like the usual ‘tear’ or ‘fireball’ artifact it had the most unusual benefits. It healed almost any wound, it was almost immortality, and I say almost for I do not know if it would heal me if I were beheaded, burned to ashes, or blown up by explosives. Yet the artifact had no side effects, it did not expunge radiation from my system or any other poison. I picked the PDA out of my backpack again, turned in on, and activated the map, the screen flickered, and an image of the landscape appeared. ‘Shit,’ I muttered for two blips on the map indicating other PDAs had appeared no less than one or two kilometres from my current location on the hill. I flicked the PDA off, gathered my gear, and crawled to the rise of the hill. Unhooking my binoculars, I lay behind the crest with just my head poking over; I had no need to fear, nothing could see me for my camouflage hid me to none but the sharpest of eyes. The auto-stabilizer activated in the binoculars and I looked through. The flat plains of dying grass contrasted with the forests that lined the edges, two figures moved across the plains. The HUD activated in the binoculars and everything went orange, two rectangles located themselves around the figures. They did not seem well armed. They both carried Hunting rifles slung over their shoulder, they wore leather jackets, one had a gasmask, and they both had backpacks. They were new to the zone. ‘Bloody youngsters’, I cursed, looks like they need an intro to Chernobyl. I clipped the binoculars back, slung the AK on my back, and began moving silently down the hill.

‘Hey’ yelled the taller of the two who trailed behind the smaller and stockier newbie. ‘Slow down, you’ll step into trouble if you move too fast, like a boar’s den or something else’ he pleaded in his heavy English accent. ‘Shut up’ the stocky one retorted. He stepped over a ditch a stopped to take a drink, the taller one jumped the ditch and mimicked his companion’s stupidity. Taller proceeded to drink, Stocky watched him as he drank. Taller dropped his bottle abruptly and stood eyes wide gawping at Stocky. ‘Don’t waste tha…’ Stocky’s sentence was cut short as he was grabbed in a headlock and a large and rather nasty, serrated knife was held at eye level in front of his face. ‘If I were a bandit I wouldn’t have bothered sneaking up, I would have shot you where you stand from a kilometre away and have taken what you had, but you novices are lucky that I’m no bandit and you fatty, you should listen to lanky there and maybe you might have noticed me when you stepped over me in the ditch. He at least has a shred of caution’, I warned. I released him, lowered my knife, and eased it into its sheath on my belt. ‘You two should turn round and go home’ this is no place for kids. ‘I’m not a kid’ yelled Fatty ‘I’m nearly nineteen’. I just looked at him; he got the idea even though he couldn’t see my face behind the faceplate. ‘My name is Stephan and he is…’ I held up my hand to silence him. ‘Out here not many will care where you come from, or what your names are, you will die either by a bullet or some beast’s rage or something else thing zone will offer up’, I explained to him. ‘Now before either of you stumble cross that anomaly ahead’, I pointed out northwards to a slight shimmering I could only see with my faceplate on as it worked the same ways as a pair of spectacles would. ‘You should go home’. Grudgingly they turned from me and muttered to each other conversing about what they should do. I turned my head quickly, something was wrong; the two youngsters noticed me and turned to see. Stephan inquired ‘what’s wrong?’ ‘Quiet!’ I commanded and turned back to listen, I could hear a faint rumbling; hundreds of birds burst from the forest ahead and flew towards us in the opposite direction of the rumbling. They were followed by many small scurrying things, all fleeing trying to escape from something terrible. The sky suddenly turned red as if it were late afternoon or early in the morning, the rumbling intensified, and a thunder like sound added to the cacophonous noise. ‘FIND COVER’ I yelled at the two foolish youngster who stood there mouths agape; they immediately turned tails and fled. I ran like hell to escape what it was that was coming, but it was too late. The world around me turned a deep crimson and exploded…
  05:22:17  7 March 2010
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Zugbarrh
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very good, Keep writing, I like it.


Zug
  10:48:34  8 March 2010
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Malik (Badger)
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Thanks Zug,

Anybody please feel free to tell me what you think of my stories,Coz i thrive on criticism



At that very moment another hundred or so Stalkers all across the zone were caught in the explosion, one of those hundred was a mercenary called Scar.

I awoke startled to find myself lying head down in a muddy ditch. I groaned and managed to stand as water and dirt dripped off my fatigues. My head hurt as if I had a heavy night drinking the day before. The emission I remembered and quickly looked around for the two novices. I spotted a boot poking from the ditch a few metres away and lumbered over to find a blank expression on Stephan’s face. He had been ‘fried’ just as similarly as the effect of the ‘brain scorcher’ has on many. He was not a human anymore. He was just a shell. If I had not been in possession of the artifact I would have most likely suffered a similar fate. I found Fatty a few hundred meters away as if he had been thrown; he was dead, as he had landed head first on hard packed earth. I said my condolences for the two and cursed for their stupidity. I sat for a while, but then swore and thought to myself, ‘similar to what happened to me long ago’. On that thought, I stood and began a long and gruelling walk back to Cordon, to the bar, and to safety in an unsafe world.
  10:43:08  10 March 2010
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Malik (Badger)
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Here is a short story i developed after my incident in the loner bar with the snork head!!!

It was getting dark, the sun had begun to set, and it was going to rain. The clearing was quiet and there was no one to be seen, a backpack and a Kalashnikov rifle where dropped just in front of a smouldering campfire. Steam rose from a pot as it bubbled above the fire hanging by three sticks pushed into the earth to form a tripod. The air around it became hazy and shimmered oddly as something moved. It was a bloodsucker; it de-cloaked, knocked the pot over, and went about sniffing at the contents.

I looked at the greedy beast from my hiding spot in the tree, eating my food that I had earned. Nevertheless, I supposed it needed to feed as well, survival of the fittest. I shifted my weight and broke a branch; its head snapped upwards and spotted me. It took a deep intake of air and began to roar. The roar was drowned out by a massive explosion of noise. It quivered, fell to its knees and then toppled forward headless. The barrel of my Grizzly Mark 5 .50 pistol smoked. The body lay quiet and I jumped down from the tree and looked at the charred fragments of skull and brain that lay around the campsite. ‘Dammit, what a mess’, I cursed to myself. I had planed to try and skin one of the creatures and take its head as a trophy or as an ornamental wall mount. However, the head was all over the place and it was dark, so I proceeded to skin the corpse.
  16:42:09  10 March 2010
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Thrashdude
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