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Scris de DarK Dum Dec 14, 2008 11:36 amNew fan-fic in english , well , it treats the same problem ( Chernobyl ) , yet from another angle of view ...
" What exactly are we looking for Professor ? " Lt. Dimitry Prokre said as they neared a factory . The walls were rusted with scratch marks around the sides . Dried blood trails riddled the areas with some that had seemed to have been " licked up " . The roof had caved in under the pressure of the extreme radiation is had gone under , giving way to the underbrush that now grew inside it .
" Something to take back ! " Professor Alex Fartherkov replied as he knelled down to the stains of blood . He paid most attention to stain of licked blood . He ran his hand over it to prove to himself that it was old and dried , but he was wrong . As he rubbed his hand over it his hair stood up on his end as he felt the warmth that fresh blood had . Fartherkov had been a physician in Russia for many years and had treated many " Stalkers " of wounds and injuries that they had suffered in the past . Being this widely known for his experience with such people and their stories , he had been called in by the Russian Government to be sent in with their Krelinko Forces Unit . Dimitry Prokre put his weapon into his left hand and knelt beside Alex .
" Something wrong Professor ? " Dimitry said as he looked threw his plastic helmet which protected him and his men from any radiation still floating in the air .
" This blood , its … "
" Its what ? " Prokre , slightly disturbed by Fartherkov's reaction , that he ran his hand across the blood too and discovered the same truth . " My God ! "
" Its still fresh , but it looks dried . How can this be ? Its not possible ... " Alex stuttered out as he felt as if he had been foolish to even think he could do this .
" It is human blood right Professor ? " Dimitry asked wanting reassurance that it was just another dead Stalker being out here too long .
" I … I don't know . I am not sure , I can't get a sample of this to be sure . "
" We have to keep moving , whatever this is , it can't be human . " Prokre stood up and turned around to his seven other men in his unit .
" We move forward , safeties off . If it moves , shoot it ! "
" Except each other Dimitry ! " Private Mickal Kalashnikov said as switched his safety off . He was the grandson of the famous Mikhail Timofeevich Kalashnikov , designer of the AK-47 .
" Except each other , of course . " Sergey Molotof pointed out being the most experienced soldier there . He had no problem with following orders , but knew that when things needed to be done , he would get them done .
" We should get moving now Professor . " Dimitry said as he turned around to where he had last seen the Professor , but to his amazement , he was gone ... " Professor ? " A loud scream came from inside the old factory , a mans scream , a mans cry for help that could not be given . Dimitry and his team rushed inside the hole in the siding , one caused by the extreme explosions in the area . They entered to see a fresh trail of blood in the center of the building with Fartherkov's body a few feet away from it ... decapitated !
As soon as one of the novices of the team arrived to see the body , he ran off to the side behind a large crate and exerted his lunch of a garlic burrito . He replaced his helmet and picked his weapon back up before feeling a sharp pain into the side of his neck , within a fraction of a second , his body could not be controlled by his mind .
" Hey Jason ! Why are you taking so long ? You didn't have that much for lunch ! " Mickal Kalashnikov said as he neared the crate his friend had ran behind . As he appeared at the end , Jason Molotof's body came into view . " Oh shit ! JASON'S DOWN ! "
Sergey turned around and ran to where his friend and dead younger brother now lay .
" No … not you Jason . What the hell is going on here ? " Sergey said as loaded the chamber of his AK-74u with the bolt . " Come on ! Where are you !? Where is the thing that did this to my brother ! WHERE ?! "
A noise came from Sergey's right and without warning , Sergey spun around and unloaded his clip on its location . The banana clip was empty and the box now covered in holes , but Sergey wanted whatever had killed his brother to suffer as he was now . He turned a small switch on his rifle to its secondary position and pulled the trigger , a grenade flew from the gun , blowing the box apart with blood splattering along the surrounding walls . Sergey had killed something , he didn't care what . Sergey pulled the banana clip out of his AK and slammed another into position ; he did the same with the grenade barrel and switched his gun back over to primary fire .
As he neared the smoking carcass he could see what looked like dried blood dripping from the sides of the wall. It had been the same blood as outside . He looked down to see a creature unlike any other ; fangs covered its arms and feet . It appeared as if every time it moved near something , it would kill it by merely lifting its arms . Sergey brought his rifle back up to riddle the creature full of ammo when its eyes suddenly open and its right arm flung threw the arm , slicing off Sergey's head . The creature arose , with the members of the team now surrounding it , their rifles ready to shoot if it moved .
The creatures eyes starred at each one of them , knowing of its danger to them , and their danger to it . The creature had intelligence to know when it was defeated and began to back away towards a hole in the wall .
" Remember your orders people , we are to bring a sample back alive ! " Prokre dictated to his men . He knew how they were feeling and did not want to say anything more .
" Fuck orders ! " Mickal said . " DIE ! " With that he applied pressure to the trigger with his fellow soldiers . The creature was pumped full of lead and fell . Its chest still moved , covered with the dry looking blood . It was dying and this time it wasn't getting up . Mickal walked forward and put the grenade barrel of his AK into the creatures mouth .
" Chernobyl was the reason my grandfather died , Russia lost a great man and look at what has become of it . "
" Mickal , you have your grenade barrel on ! You'll die ! " Prokre said from a distance as his men stood in awe . Not one of them wanted to be here and all knew what Mickal was going to do . They all understood it as well , even Dimitry .
" I know … " Mickal said and pulled the trigger ...
" What exactly are we looking for Professor ? " Lt. Dimitry Prokre said as they neared a factory . The walls were rusted with scratch marks around the sides . Dried blood trails riddled the areas with some that had seemed to have been " licked up " . The roof had caved in under the pressure of the extreme radiation is had gone under , giving way to the underbrush that now grew inside it .
" Something to take back ! " Professor Alex Fartherkov replied as he knelled down to the stains of blood . He paid most attention to stain of licked blood . He ran his hand over it to prove to himself that it was old and dried , but he was wrong . As he rubbed his hand over it his hair stood up on his end as he felt the warmth that fresh blood had . Fartherkov had been a physician in Russia for many years and had treated many " Stalkers " of wounds and injuries that they had suffered in the past . Being this widely known for his experience with such people and their stories , he had been called in by the Russian Government to be sent in with their Krelinko Forces Unit . Dimitry Prokre put his weapon into his left hand and knelt beside Alex .
" Something wrong Professor ? " Dimitry said as he looked threw his plastic helmet which protected him and his men from any radiation still floating in the air .
" This blood , its … "
" Its what ? " Prokre , slightly disturbed by Fartherkov's reaction , that he ran his hand across the blood too and discovered the same truth . " My God ! "
" Its still fresh , but it looks dried . How can this be ? Its not possible ... " Alex stuttered out as he felt as if he had been foolish to even think he could do this .
" It is human blood right Professor ? " Dimitry asked wanting reassurance that it was just another dead Stalker being out here too long .
" I … I don't know . I am not sure , I can't get a sample of this to be sure . "
" We have to keep moving , whatever this is , it can't be human . " Prokre stood up and turned around to his seven other men in his unit .
" We move forward , safeties off . If it moves , shoot it ! "
" Except each other Dimitry ! " Private Mickal Kalashnikov said as switched his safety off . He was the grandson of the famous Mikhail Timofeevich Kalashnikov , designer of the AK-47 .
" Except each other , of course . " Sergey Molotof pointed out being the most experienced soldier there . He had no problem with following orders , but knew that when things needed to be done , he would get them done .
" We should get moving now Professor . " Dimitry said as he turned around to where he had last seen the Professor , but to his amazement , he was gone ... " Professor ? " A loud scream came from inside the old factory , a mans scream , a mans cry for help that could not be given . Dimitry and his team rushed inside the hole in the siding , one caused by the extreme explosions in the area . They entered to see a fresh trail of blood in the center of the building with Fartherkov's body a few feet away from it ... decapitated !
As soon as one of the novices of the team arrived to see the body , he ran off to the side behind a large crate and exerted his lunch of a garlic burrito . He replaced his helmet and picked his weapon back up before feeling a sharp pain into the side of his neck , within a fraction of a second , his body could not be controlled by his mind .
" Hey Jason ! Why are you taking so long ? You didn't have that much for lunch ! " Mickal Kalashnikov said as he neared the crate his friend had ran behind . As he appeared at the end , Jason Molotof's body came into view . " Oh shit ! JASON'S DOWN ! "
Sergey turned around and ran to where his friend and dead younger brother now lay .
" No … not you Jason . What the hell is going on here ? " Sergey said as loaded the chamber of his AK-74u with the bolt . " Come on ! Where are you !? Where is the thing that did this to my brother ! WHERE ?! "
A noise came from Sergey's right and without warning , Sergey spun around and unloaded his clip on its location . The banana clip was empty and the box now covered in holes , but Sergey wanted whatever had killed his brother to suffer as he was now . He turned a small switch on his rifle to its secondary position and pulled the trigger , a grenade flew from the gun , blowing the box apart with blood splattering along the surrounding walls . Sergey had killed something , he didn't care what . Sergey pulled the banana clip out of his AK and slammed another into position ; he did the same with the grenade barrel and switched his gun back over to primary fire .
As he neared the smoking carcass he could see what looked like dried blood dripping from the sides of the wall. It had been the same blood as outside . He looked down to see a creature unlike any other ; fangs covered its arms and feet . It appeared as if every time it moved near something , it would kill it by merely lifting its arms . Sergey brought his rifle back up to riddle the creature full of ammo when its eyes suddenly open and its right arm flung threw the arm , slicing off Sergey's head . The creature arose , with the members of the team now surrounding it , their rifles ready to shoot if it moved .
The creatures eyes starred at each one of them , knowing of its danger to them , and their danger to it . The creature had intelligence to know when it was defeated and began to back away towards a hole in the wall .
" Remember your orders people , we are to bring a sample back alive ! " Prokre dictated to his men . He knew how they were feeling and did not want to say anything more .
" Fuck orders ! " Mickal said . " DIE ! " With that he applied pressure to the trigger with his fellow soldiers . The creature was pumped full of lead and fell . Its chest still moved , covered with the dry looking blood . It was dying and this time it wasn't getting up . Mickal walked forward and put the grenade barrel of his AK into the creatures mouth .
" Chernobyl was the reason my grandfather died , Russia lost a great man and look at what has become of it . "
" Mickal , you have your grenade barrel on ! You'll die ! " Prokre said from a distance as his men stood in awe . Not one of them wanted to be here and all knew what Mickal was going to do . They all understood it as well , even Dimitry .
" I know … " Mickal said and pulled the trigger ...
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