Get Out of Here

Well... Couldn't find any S.T.A.L.K.E.R fics, so i decided to write one. This first Chapter is a lil short I know, but Its a scene setter, deal with it.

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Blood, crimson and thick, pooled around him. Most of it was not his own; the fresh corpses around him adding their own life to the red sea he now sat in, a worrying amount however, was. Dimly, and with eyes growing heavier by the second, the man looked down at the hole in his side; the only area of his body that didn’t hurt. He dragged his body to a nearby wall, and slumped against it; the last of his energy nearly spent. It wouldn’t be long now.

He looked around himself as if he was seeing this place for the first time. The sky was darkened by ash and smoke; the fires producing the only light to see by, it flickered against the grey backdrop of the city, once proud and full of life, now little more the a ruin. A sign on one of the walls nearby called out; it’s the areas native tongue: Welcome to Pripyat.

It had once been a beautiful city, home to thousands of people. However, on April 26th 1986, Reactor 4 in the VI. Lenin Memorial Nuclear Power Station had a catastrophic meltdown; spewing death in every direction for 30 kilometres. Thousands died on that day alone, many more suffered the worst torture as the radiation affected their bodies in ways to horrific to describe. The detonation of the core was only stopped by the concrete of the surrounding buildings melting, and forming a barrier around the core itself.

Many years later, on the 13th April 2006, there was a second incident. The seal of the concrete broke, and the explosion, larger and deadlier then the first, re-opened the core. Since that day, man and women from across the globe have ventured into the Zone, as it was now called; convinced that wealth and fame could be found within the tunnels and hides of Chernobyl.

Few of these Stalkers, as they became known ever returned, one however; became more famous than any before or since. A man named Strelok. He managed to get deeper into the Zone than anyone else thought possible, but disappeared soon after. Weeks later, when the so-called CorpseTruck was hit by a freak lightning bolt, a man was found, marked by the worst radiation possible, still breathing. He became known as the ‘Marked One’ and had many exploits attributed to him. But this isn’t his story, his has passed. This is the story of a man getting in over his head in search of someone he cares about.

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Around him, the sounds of battle continued, the fizz of passing bullets constantly causing him to duck, many of them leaving deep pock marks on the opposite wall. Every now and again, a voice would scream out in pain, and be hushed soon after by a second burst of metal death. The dull crump of explosions tolled out the deaths of men in droves.

He had come here with a coalition of Soldiers taken from the Duty and Freedom factions of stalkers. These groups had been at each other’s throats for years. Duty had taken it upon themselves to protect the world from the Zone, and so often found aid in the Military that patrolled the outskirts of Zone. Freedom on the other hand wanted to tell the world of the Zone, and its dark and deadly secrets.

Before he had come it had been open war between the two groups. That was until a man was able to show them a common and powerful enemy, and direct their attentions to it. A shadowy group of fanatics, calling themselves Monolith; had bought the service of the local Mercenaries, and had made a plan to take over the whole Zone for themselves. The Freedom/Duty Coalition had been forced to strike first, sending a group into the ruins of Pripyat to hunt down the Monolith base.

Now only a few of the group remained, many had been killed in the initial attack when a Squad of Monolith soldiers backed by Mercs ambushed them. Many more had been wounded; only a few lucky members had survived to send word to the combined HQ of Freedom/Duty, who now went by the name Salvation.

His legs and arms had begun to grow numb, and a new wave of exhaustion washed over his mind, he knew it wouldn’t be long now. Through the clouds in his mind he thought back to the series of events that had brought him here; to a place so remote, so desolate, so dead. To a place filled with ghosts.

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The knock on the door was unexpected to say the least; no one had visited in months, at least, not since his brother had left for a trip to Russia. His brother had always been the more... entertaining of the pair. Opening the door, Tyler found a man, well built but well into his 60’s stood in the doorway. The man wore a black suit and white shirt, a black tie finished it off. “Tyler S. Chapman?” He said, his voice leaving no room for Tyler to deny it, the man knew exactly who he was talking to. “S’me” Tyler replied “what do you want?”

"We want you...."

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Hope you enjoyed it, please rate and review, any comments are welcome and I'll do my best to include any advice. Also, the fun will come later, so dont worry, its on its way.