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  00:37:33  19 August 2008
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Jester456
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Zone E&E (Escape & Evade)

This is a little story I've been thinking up based on when you first enter the Wild Territories and have to save Kruglov from the Mercenaries. My story is about a Spetsnaz squad that was onboard the helicopter that was sent to save the scientists and was shot down. For the story's sake, the helicopter crashed farther into the Wild Territories forcing the soldiers to go around to reach the saftey of the Bar and Duty territory. Anyway, here's the intro, where I mostly describe the members of the squad and introduce the main character, Lt. Maksim Kuznetsov.

“Man, these scientist punks are always getting themselves into deep shit” commented Corpral Pavel, breaking the uneasy silence.
Eager to continue the nerve easing conversation Sgt. Sergei added, “Yeah, and we always have to jump heard first in to get them out.”
“Please strong Spetsnaz guys, help us! We got ambushed by bandits while experimenting what would happen if we threw a potted plant in an anomaly! We got lost and surrounded while trying to communicate with zombies! Our helicopter crashed and now Mercs are trying to kill us and get our scientific data on throwing plants in anomalies, and communicating with zombies!” shrieked Pavel in a mockingly high voice while waving his arms at head level in a half-assed attempt to look distressed. The imitation brought about a hearty, if not somewhat forced, chuckle from the other Spetsnaz squad members.
“Alright, enough bashing on the poor, pathetic scientists Pavel, Professor Kruglov and his associates are deemed highly valuable by the higher-ups, and we can’t have them all getting killed by a bunch of Mercenaries looking for easy money, alright?” This was said by Captain Petr in an attempt to keep his men serious about the task at hand.
“Yeah, well if they were REALLY valuable, they never would have sent them into the zone in the first place.” Pavel’s comment set off another round of chuckles in the confines of the Hind gunship, but was quickly silenced by a stern look from the captain.
Once again, the uncomfortable silence that always preceded a dangerous mission filled the passenger compartment of the Hind. Lt. Maksim used this time for a quick look over of all the men, and to think about the mission they were embarking on. He and Captain Petr Kozlov were standing in the center of the gunship gripping handholds hanging from the top of the gunship’s passenger compartment. The Captain had his usual stoic face on as he looked over the men, making sure that their gear was all in place and that they were in a proper mental state. The Captain locked eyes with him for a moment and then nodded. Kozlov was ready for the upcoming engagement and he knew that the men under his command were ready too. Lt. Maksim had been working with the Captain for close to a year and a half now, during which time they had made several trips into the zone, doing various mission, not an insignificant amount of which were rescue missions to evacuate helpless scientists, and he knew he could trust the Captain’s judgment. If the Captain thought they were ready, then they were. However, this was no ordinary rescue mission, they were dealing with Mercs, and judging by the description the besieged scientists had given, they were well trained, well armed, and well organized Mercs, probably ex-military, maybe some were even ex-SpecOps. This was NOT going to be easy, and at least one man probably wouldn’t be coming back. Lt. Maksim hoped he was wrong, but he had the horrible feeling that he wasn’t.
Pavel, by far the smallest of the group, was now sitting quietly, tapping his foot and mouthing the words to some song he was playing in his head. Max had always liked Pavel, he was always generally friendly, easy going, and liked to joke around a bit, which often helped relieve the tension the squad was under. In a fight however, he made up for his small size by being extremely fierce, and had shown his willingness to give up his life to save another member of the squad on more than one occasion. Sgt. Sergei was usually deep in thought, about what though, he would never say. In combat he was always cool and level headed, and excelled at combat tactics and flanking the enemy. Cpl. Danil rarely spoke, preferring to use body language and hand signals to communicate, and when he did speak it was generally to the point and serious. Max had never seen Danil’s focus ever break during combat, and he was a crack shot with just about any weapon. Finally there was Cpl. Ivan. He was the closest thing to a gentle giant Max had ever seen, reaching 7”2 at about 300 pounds of pure muscle, and was extremely caring. He always thought of everyone else before himself, which made him extremely protective in combat, laying down punishing suppression fire from his RPK on anyone who’d dare threaten his comrades.
The intercom crackled as the pilot spoke, “ETA 30 seconds boys, get ready!”
The Captain sprung into action, “Alright boys, time to bring the hurt and teach them Mercs a les…” But he was interrupted by the gunship suddenly making a violent maneuver.
“RPG! HANG ON!” yelled the pilot. The soldiers were tossed about the compartment as the pilot tried to dodge the rocket, but the explosive found its mark.
The RPG hit close to the rotors creating a gaping whole in the top of the compartment as a large piece of shrapnel cleaved off the Captain’s head in an instant, barely missing Max. The Spetsnaz soldiers held on for dear life, bracing themselves for the inevitable impact. Someone began yelling, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” over and over again, Max couldn’t tell who, maybe it was him? Before he could find out there was a loud “BANG” and Lt. Maksim’s head connected with the wall of the helo and he blacked out.
  02:52:12  19 August 2008
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I like what I am reading, keep it up!

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  18:07:02  19 August 2008
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looks like the start of potentially a good story. lets see more
  21:06:14  19 August 2008
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Alright, here's the next intense installment of Zone E&E. All those posts after this will be more action oriented, but I think that this will be one of the more intense parts of the story. I wanted to capture a lot of emotion in this part, and I really hope I got it. Enjoy!


The first sense that returned to Lt. Maksim was the intense pain in his head. Next he heard some one screaming. It was a horrible scream which resulted from both pain and fear. He then realized that others were shouting. He didn’t yet have the capacity to understand what was being said, but he did sense the urgency in their voices. Max then attempted to open his eyes, but closed them again as the intense light from the patch of blue sky brought on another wave of pain through his head. He despite the pain he attempted to open his eyes again, and this time the pain was bearable enough to keep them open. He immediately noticed that he was outside. He looked to his right and saw a man he didn’t recognize laying next to him. At glance at the uniform told him it must have been the pilot of the helicopter. He looked pretty banged up, but the steady rise and fall of his chest told him he was still breathing. Max then looked to his left, where he saw Pavel pacing back and forth, Abakan in his hands, as well as the wrecked Hind, which had long pole of at least 20 ft sticking through it. Pavel was muttering to himself, clearly frustrated, keeping an eye out for any approaching enemies, but constantly glancing back at the chopper, where the screams and the shouts were coming from. Max attempted to sit up, and grabbed his head as the action set off an intense pressure in his brain. It was then that he noticed that his helmet had been removed and a bandage had been wrapped around his head, and it felt moist on the lower back right of his head.
He noticed his helmet had been placed on his chest, and he grabbed it as he attempted to stand. Pavel saw him, and rushed over to help, “You alright, sir?”
“Yeah, yeah. I think I might be able to stand on my own.” With this Pavel let go and Max experimented supporting his own weight and taking a few steps with his hand hovering over Pavel’s shoulder, just incase. Satisfied that he could walk at least a short distance on his own, Max started heading over to the chopper to investigate the noises. “What’s going on?” questioned Max.
“It’s not good, sir. Ivan was…” Pavel’s voice trailed off as he stared at the long pole, skewering the helo. Max followed his gaze and saw that it looked like the pole had a significant amount of blood on it. Max then headed toward the chopper with a renewed sense of urgency. The only viable way in was through the large hole in the top of the helo made by the RPG that was now at ground level as the helo laid on its side.
The first thing Max noticed as he crouched through the hole was Cpt. Petr’s decapitated body. The head was beside it, looking up at Max with blank, lifeless eyes. Max suppressed the urge to vomit and continued inside. The sight was unbearable. As the pole had skewered the helicopter, it passed through the passenger compartment, impaling Ivan through the gut in the process. The worst part of the image though, was that Ivan was still alive, screaming and shaking violently, clearly in shock, as Sergei tried to hold him down, no easy task, considering how large and how strong Ivan was. Danil was busy putting pressure on Ivan’s wound with a rag wrapped around the pole, in an attempt to slow down the bleeding, his face contorted with a mix of intense emotions.
“Would you… stop… moving?” Sergei shouted as he wrestled to hold Ivan still. “I’m trying… to give you… a shot!” With this, Max noticed that Sergei had a syringe in his right hand, and was trying to keep Ivan still enough so that he could deliver a dose of morphine. Max immediately jumped on top of Ivan’s right arm and managed to hold it down long enough for Sergei to stick the needle in and push the plunger.
Ivan’s behavior quickly changed, and he began to calm down and he’s eyes dilated a bit. He then looked up at Sergei and Max, acknowledging them for the first time. Tears began to fill his eyes, and he started crying, and as Max looked down at this, tears began to fill his eyes as well, because he knew that there was no way they could get Ivan out of there. There was no way to lift him off the pole, neither did they have any tools with which to cut the pole, and even if they some how managed to get him off, removing the pole would most likely kill him. Through the tears, Ivan managed to say, “You can’t stay here. You have to go!”
“What are you talking about?” responded Max, “We can’t just leave you! We have to find a way to get you out of here. I’m sure if we radio HQ, we can get another helicopter out here with cutting tools and medical pers…” Sergei grabbed Max’s arm and shook his head.
“I already tried to call for evac. They don’t have any spare helicopters, and even if they did, this area is too dangerous, they can’t risk another chopper getting shot down.”
“You see?” Ivan pleaded, “There’s nothing you can do. We all know I’m a goner. There’s no way to get me off this thing, and I’d probably bleed to death if you did. Those Mercs are gonna come here looking for supplies and hostages, and if they don’t come, the mutants will!” Max knew Ivan was right. They had to get moving, they had to get to friendly territory as fast as possible. There were plenty of people and creatures out there who wouldn’t hesitate to kill them in their weakened, isolated state. Max looked over his shoulder back at the body behind him. What would the Captain do?
“You’re right Ivan, we can’t stay here.” Max looked over at Danil and Sergei, “Grab what equipment and supplies you can find, were heading out.” They simply nodded their heads and began to do as ordered, taking what food, medical supplies, and ammo they could find in the helo.
Max helped them bring the supplies outside, but before he left with the last load, Ivan called out, “Maksim? I have one last favor I need to ask of you.” He pulled out a picture and a letter stained with his blood out of his vest. “I need you to give this to my wife.”
“Of course.”
“And tell her, that I didn’t suffer, that I passed quickly.” Max simply nodded in reply, emotions keeping him from being able to speak. “And I lied when I told you I only had one last favor to ask of you.” Ivan paused for a second, “I don’t want those Mercs to find me in here alive, and I sure as hell don’t want to be breathing when some hungary mutant stops by.” Ivan sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at Max, “I think you know what I’m asking of you.” Max once again nodded, and drew his pistol out and aimed it at Ivan’s head. “Thank you Maksim, thank you.”
“I’ll see you again some day my friend, I’ll see you again.” Ivan smiled, closed his eyes, and Maksim pulled the trigger.
  01:57:41  20 August 2008
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That was sad...

Poor Ivan...
  04:12:58  20 August 2008
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Yeah poor guy.

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  05:12:24  20 August 2008
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Glad to see I brought out some emotion with that last one. Anyway, guess I'm gonna try and write a bit more before I hit the hay tonight. If we're lucky, I might get to a fire fight or some kind of encounter, we'll just have to see.
  07:23:02  20 August 2008
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Here it is ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy!

Maksim wiped away a tear from his eye before stepping out side of the downed Hind, now containing the bodies of two of his comrades. Danil walked over to a wall where he had placed his Abakan. In a sudden rage of emotion he punched the wall as hard as he could, yelling, “DAMN IT! WHY?!” He then collapsed to his knees with his face in his gloved hands. He stayed in this position for about 30 seconds before grabbing his rifle, standing up, and walking over to Pavel, who was now attending to the pilot who seemed to have regained consciousness, like nothing had happened. It was the greatest display of emotion Max had ever seen from Danil. The Captain’s and Ivan deaths had hit them all extremely hard. They had been trained to kill and die fighting, but they had been the unfortunate victim’s of chance. Dying in a helicopter crash just wasn’t the way a Spetsnaz soldier was supposed to go. Maksim walked over to Sgt. Sergei who was looking at a map.
“So, you radioed HQ already, what’s the situation?” Max asked.
“Well, we’ve been here for close to 45 minutes now. The mission has been scrapped; apparently some lone stalker going by the name of Marked One came by and brought Kruglov to the safety of the science lab in Yantar.”
“One stalker managed to fight his way through all those Mercs and get Kruglov all they way to Yantar?” said Max, astounded.
“Yeah, it’s hard to believe. That stalker must be one tougher mother lover, ya know?” Max simply nodded in response. “Anyways, HQ can’t spare us any choppers out here, too risky with all the Mercs and anomalies in this area. So, they want us to hoof it to the closest friendly territory, which would be the Bar, controlled by the Duty guys. Now here’s the good news, and the bad news. The good news is, the Bar is only about two klicks that way.” Sergei pointed to the South West.
“That’s not so bad, if we hurry we could be there in 10 minutes, 15 tops.” remarked Max.
“Yeah, but the bad news is, there’s no way to get to there from here. This here wall is blocking us access to the train station and these buildings are blocking the way around.”
“There must be some way through…” Max looked closely at the map, “look! There’s a path right over here!”
“Already sent Danil to check it out, sir, it’s completely blocked by anomalies. No way through without getting a million different kinds of fucked up. I’ve been looking it over and it seems that the only way to get to the Bar is to move about fifteen klicks Northeast through this industrial zone into an area the locals call the army warehouses, and you’ll probably recall that that’s…”
“Freedom territory…”
“Yeah, and they won’t be very happy to see a group of Spetsnaz wandering through their turf. Not to mention those 15 kilometers between here and the A.W. are largely unexplored, even by the stalkers. Who knows what shit we’ll run into. Man why couldn’t we have crashed on the other side of this damn thing?” Sergei gestured at the wall.
“Well think positive Sergei. If he was landed over there, all those Mercs probably would have finished us off. So I guess you could say we’re lucky!” Max said while patting Sergei on the back.
“Pft, yeah right. If we were lucky, we wouldn’t have been shot down in the first place.” Commented Sergei as he walked over to gather his gear.
Suddenly the Pilot shouted, “What? What do you mean he didn’t make it?” The pilot was trying to look over at the helicopter as Max approached to see what the commotion was all about. “Boris can’t be dead! He just can’t be!” With this the pilot stood up and started hobbling over to the front of the downed Hind, his left arm in a sling.
Pavel shouted after him, “His harness broke in the impact, his head hit the dash board at full speed, and shattered his helmet. He died instantly.”
The pilot ignored his remarks as he continued to hobble over to the front seat of the Hind. Sure enough, there was the gunner, Boris. He head had been cracked open and his brains had started leaking onto the dashboard. Seeing this the pilot let out a long groan as he hit his head against the roof of the chopper, banging it with his fist. Max realized that the two must had been flying together for some time, and Boris’ death had affected the pilot just as much as the Captain’s and Ivan’s had affected them. He decided to leave the pilot alone to grieve for now, turning instead to Pavel.
“What’s his condition?”
Pavel looked up at Max, “Not too good. His left collar bone broke in the impact, rendering that arm completely useless, and his right leg is pretty banged up too. It’s not broken, but it seems that it’s probably fractured, so I braced it, but he’ll have trouble walking until it heals up a bit and the swelling goes down. Other than that, he’ll live.”
“Damn, that’s not good. Were gonna have to hoof it 15 klicks through this shit, then try to sneak through enemy territory and make our way to the Bar. His leg is really gonna sl…”
The sudden fire of an Abakan interrupted him, as Danil yelled, “Contact!”
Max shouldered his rifle and aimed it in the direction Danil had fired, but saw nothing. “What are we dealing with here Danil?”
“Bloodsuckers, he cloaked on me before I could line em up.”
“Alright, keep you heads on a swivel, and your eyes and ears open, there could be more of them! Look for the eyes!” They formed a perimeter around the chopper, keeping the wall to their backs as each soldiers checked their sector, Abakans at the ready, the pilot wielding a pistol in his gone good hand. An eerie howl filled the clearing they were in and growls were coming from several directions. Two more rounds were fired from Danil’s gun as a bloodsucker suddenly appeared with two large holes between its eyes.
Max saw a blur of movement and fired a short burst which resulted in a shriek of pain and blood splatter from the wounded blood sucker. He fired another burst to finish it off, as he did so he noticed another pair of glowing eyes only about 4 feet from him. Max immediately remembered his hand to hand training, and tried to the bash the sucker’s head in with the butt of his gun, but the invisible beast knocked him to the ground. It suddenly de-cloaked as it tried to jump on top of him and clasp its tentacles around his throat, but he managed to stick his right leg out to stop it and grab its right arm. Max then proceeded to wrap his left lead around the blood sucker’s head then threw it down to the ground next to him, pinning it beneath his legs while still holding the beasts left arm. He adjusted its arm so that the joint was lying on his hip, and thrust it up, forcing the joint the wrong way. All the while the mutant tried to use its immense strength to break free, but it was its one arm against Max’s entire body and eventually the mutant’s elbow broke with a loud CRACK! The creature cried out in pain and Max used the moment to get on top of the creature, pull his knife out and stab it between the eyes. During this close encounter Sergei had also been tackled by one of the creatures and was trying to fight it off. Max snapped his Abakan to his shoulder and fired a short burst, causing its head to explode. Sergei nodded his appreciation to Max, and then they both continued to cover their vectors. After ten minutes of fighting off the invisible foes, all went quiet and there were at least 35 blood suckers now on the ground, motionless and dead.
“Jesus Christ!” called out Pavel, “I never knew they traveled in groups this large!”
“No one did.” responded Max. “No one’s ever encountered a pack half this size, at least no one ever lived to tell the tale…” The soldiers still had their rifles shouldered, and their eyes were still shifting, looking for the slightest sign of movement. They waited another five minutes before letting their guns lower to be sure that the attack had ended. “I think it’s safe to say that we should focus on getting the hell outta he… WATCH OUT!” yelled Max. A blood sucker had managed to sneak its way around them, hugging the wall and silently climb on top of the helicopter and waited there until they had dropped their guard before leaping out and tackling the wounded pilot. The blood sucker easily clamped its tentacles around his neck since he only had one arm to fight with, and even though the entire squad filled the thing with hot lead, it still managed to suck the pilot dry of all his blood in just a few seconds, before finally succumbing to its own wounds.
The soldiers looked at the sight, astounded. Each thinking how the mutant could possibly have thought that it could live after attacking the pilot? What could possibly have made it throw away its own life? Hunger? Instinct? But each man drew the same conclusion as they sensed the dozens of dead bodies around them. It wanted revenge. Pavel let out a low, “Daaaaaaaaamn…” before the soldiers collected what remained of their gear, and started walking Northeast.
  07:29:20  20 August 2008
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Jester456
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Man, just 3 entries and already 4 of the small group have died... It's not boding well for our favorite squad of Spetsnaz boys as they have to travel through 15 kilometers of unexplored mutant and Merc infested industrial warehouses and refineries. I didn't even mean for the pilot to die. It just happened. It just goes to show, the zone has far more power than any mere writer can understand. I shall use my powers as author to do my best to try and keep the rest of them alive, but in the end, only the zone can choose who lives or dies...
  18:16:10  20 August 2008
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oh man! its all the pilots fault well, hey, they get a chance to redeem themselves traveling the distance

lookin dam good so far
 
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