Disclaimer: This story is loosely based on the Bourne Trilogy but is all my own work
Green Gold by Sfdgoz
Disappearance into the disserted
'Chernobyl: an industrial grave tomb', I thought, as I was showed around the site by car, driven by a small creepy man called Jensky Dirikov who happened to be related to Lenin (or so he said). We turned the corner to head into central Pripyat when Jensky's Geiger counter went off loudly. "We have to be careful, this is a highly toxic part of Pripyat", Jensky shouted over the loud Geiger counter. I told him to turn it off, which at first he was very reluctant to do but after a few minutes did what I told him.
Spooky is one of the words I would have used to describe Chernobyl with its large deserted buildings, its scary Ferris wheel and its abandoned ghost town appeal. We finally arrived at our destination which happened to be Reactor 4 (aka the reactor which blew up). I stepped out of the car and walked towards it; I had noticed that Jensky had turned his Geiger counter back on which was now bleeping like crazy. "Beautiful isn't it" I shouted to Jensky over the very loud bleeping, "No" he shouted back and before I could stop him he sped off in his dodgy Russian Lada into the distance, "Bastard" I shouted after him, but I would soon realize why he had left so soon.
The air was deadly cold that night as I looked in the abandoned buildings for warmth and shelter. 'God! Don't any of these houses have a coal stove?' I shouted, but I soon realized that my shouting wasn't going to help matters, even worse was the fact that I was almost certainly dying of pneumonia and radiation poisoning.
The next morning after finding a room which was slightly warmer than the others, I got up slowly thinking now was the time to make my way back to civilization where ever that was. I started off slowly and rather sloppily but as I got into my stride I was covering a lot of ground in a short time.
I had been warned that there were many guerrilla fighters occupying the area. I started to worry and began to panic; as I went further I became aware of people staring at me, but not through their eyes but down the barrels of their guns, "HALT!" Came a loud shout, a tall and well built man in his forties approached me, unlike the rest he had no mask and his gun was a Colt P3 (I knew this as my closest friend back home used to be a soldier and happened to own the same gun), He starred at me for second, then i heard a loud crack and then everything went black.
I woke up, it was about noon, I could feel my head throbbing and i could also feel a large bump on my head, " Get up you lazy piece of crap, Helmoss wants a word with you" and before I could move a muscle two large heavily armoured men grabbed my arms and began to drag me. By the time we reached our destination my arms were hurting like mad, "get up Isaac Flines, and sit down. Jensky told me all about you before we sadly had to see him go, you are a scientist for Germ Grade Corp working with NRIRGR , what are the Americans doing in guerrilla territory?" I responded with a certain tone of pride and panic
"I am British, and we are testing the amount of nuclear radiation in the area... but I am not even a scientist I'm a Geologist….."
"Yea, yea" interrupted the man.
He was tall with a black suit and heavy Russian boots, his clothing was unlike any of the guerrilla warriors in the area "my name is Adrian Helmoss, I own 25% of Ukraine's real estate, I also organise crime around here". He spoke in a calm casual tone, he went on to explain that he intended to build on the non radiated part of Prypiat and that we were on the spot of his new museum on the out skirts of Prypiat. This gave me hope as I might be able to escape to the town nearby. I was then picked up again and dragged to my cell somewhere in the bottom of the building, as I was being dragged i spotted the vehicle of Jensky burnt and wrecked, I then knew he was dead.
BANG! A great clanging sound erupted and filled my ears, a great big brute of a man walked in; a rather powerful aura surrounded him as most of the other savage guerrillas were avoiding looking at him. "Execution time" he belted, and before I knew how to react I was grabbed by the arm and dragged outside, it was freezing cold and all I had to wear was a ripped t-shirt. As we were walking over to the area where they would kill me I made a sudden un- expected move and broke free of the giant mans arms.
Cold and now considerably hungry I ran into the plains outside Prypiat, where there was not a house or building to be seen, 'dear god, life has moved on a lot since I was at home with my dog', acyualy life hadn't got shorter but the size of Prypiat had shrunk, had the government covered up the size of Prypiat to try and make it a bigger disaster, because from my recollection of a map of Prypiat was it was a large village but the real life version seemed small and short, almost claustrophobic, but just I was going to wonder why they had covered up the size of it to make Prypiat seemed bigger, a loud bark rang out, it was a guard dog, the Russian police had probably come to investigate my disappearance and thought I was a Guerrilla due to my scarce clothing because just at that moment I heard one of the men shout at me and let the dog loose.
