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"A gust of wind pelted the surrounding area, sweeping across the ground like a cold blanket, dragging up dirt and leaves and shifting them into the sky.
The road was baron, marred by a neverending flurry of cracks, life emerging from the broken crevaces in the beaten pathway, it was a tribute to how long this devastated Zone has been left in this state.
Surrounding it was a lush forest, trees scattered everywhere, beneath the thick canopy lay a shadow, which would pay homage to the deaths of many, those many who are curious enough to take the way that the others did not, and they paid for it with their lives.
Up the road, some crudely assembled buildings were up, however, they were encrusted with an orange coat, rust to be precise, the green paint flaking off slowly as old vehicles lay looted, stripped down of anything valuable.
The base lay deserted, beyond it was a barbed wire and an open gate.
This was the way to the zone, once you go down this path, you will find it difficult to walk back, but those who do decide to take the pathway, take a risk.
Would their lives be worth the secrets that they could find in the zone? Would their lives be worth the riches they could get in the zone?
It is a sacrifice that asks for a lot, but in return, one can gain so much more.
A start to life in the zone is difficult, you are fresh in your mind, you are untainted by the dark colors of the zone, yet you are willing to approach and embrace it's evil whim for personal benefit, that is a sign of courage, and that is what drives most S.T.A.L.K.E.Rs.
This is the zone, fellow S.T.A.L.K.E.R, and what it bestows to you is equal to what fate has decreed for you, whether you succeed.
Or you die."
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The road was baron, marred by a neverending flurry of cracks, life emerging from the broken crevaces in the beaten pathway, it was a tribute to how long this devastated Zone has been left in this state.
Surrounding it was a lush forest, trees scattered everywhere, beneath the thick canopy lay a shadow, which would pay homage to the deaths of many, those many who are curious enough to take the way that the others did not, and they paid for it with their lives.
Up the road, some crudely assembled buildings were up, however, they were encrusted with an orange coat, rust to be precise, the green paint flaking off slowly as old vehicles lay looted, stripped down of anything valuable.
The base lay deserted, beyond it was a barbed wire and an open gate.
This was the way to the zone, once you go down this path, you will find it difficult to walk back, but those who do decide to take the pathway, take a risk.
Would their lives be worth the secrets that they could find in the zone? Would their lives be worth the riches they could get in the zone?
It is a sacrifice that asks for a lot, but in return, one can gain so much more.
A start to life in the zone is difficult, you are fresh in your mind, you are untainted by the dark colors of the zone, yet you are willing to approach and embrace it's evil whim for personal benefit, that is a sign of courage, and that is what drives most S.T.A.L.K.E.Rs.
This is the zone, fellow S.T.A.L.K.E.R, and what it bestows to you is equal to what fate has decreed for you, whether you succeed.
Or you die."
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The Dragoon stood quietly, observing the road with the PSO-1 scope on his AKs-74u.
His black trenchcoat swayed gently from the wind, a hood obscuring his head, despite the fact his nose peeked out from the shadow.
A leather container was positioned neatly on the trenchcoat, where the breast pocket would be, a small light seemed to be emerging from beneath it.
The Dragoon lowered his weapon, before pulling the sling over his shoulder.
He pulled down his hood, revealing his scaled head, it's dark green base marred slightly with small chips and minor scratches.
He promptly opened his jaw before shouting out; "Sasha, Heel!", his thick accent drowning the surroundings.
From one of the abandoned buildings, a brown german shepherd dog emerged and walked over to the figure.
Once at the leg of the Dragoon, she sat down and looked up to her master, who in turn gently rubbed her behind the ear.
"Good Sasha, find anything?" he said to the dog, but a stern look from Sasha indicated she hadn't found anything.
The Dragoon sighed, before pointing out another building.
The dog got up, taking off and looking for a way into the metal tomb that had lay abandoned for years.
The Dragoon promptly turned to face the distance once more, before thinking.
So close, but yet so far.
