Stalker pripyats cry oblivion chapter four
do to some inspiration from the euro stalker community, I have decided that I will be continuing this story. This is not the original chapter 4,but I hope it will be better than I could ever hope
I awoke to the door opening and closing, light from the outside streaming in, making me squint as I pick my head off of the pillow and give my sister a condescending look.
"Are you just getting in now?" I ask as she drops her AK 47 onto the weapons rack, she nods and switches the headlamp clamped to her head off, immersing the room in darkness.
"I have been at the bar with Gate. He wanted to tell me a few things about surviving here. Androvoch is down there, he wants to have a few drinks with you and finish the conversation you guys were having yesterday." Ciel says as she shuffles around the room, dropping her pack onto the floor and climbing into her bed.
I stand up groggily and walk over to the door, grabbing up my pack and clipping on my pistol belt, I pull a can of energy drink out of the pack before setting it back on the floor and slipping out of the doors.
Outside it was snowing lightly, a light layer of fresh powder lay blanketing the streets of the run down village camp, like some post apocalyptic nightmare movie. Ignoring that thought, I make my way through the streets towards the bar, passing groups of stalkers relaxing, gambling, and playing guitars around several oil drum fires along the way, it wasn't long before was at the bar and at the bottom of the can of energy drink.
Wide awake I step inside and encounter a face I have never met before standing in my way looking at my accusingly.
After trying to pass him a few times with him intercepting me, I stare irritated into the cracked brown trench coated mans hood shrouded face "what the hell do you want." I grouchily demand as I eye him suspiciously.
"you stole my shooter from me you bastard!" he shouts loudly, pointing at my handgun. I look at him confused for a moment before replying.
"you must be mistaken, I haven't stolen anything from anyone." And resting my right hand onto the grip of my combat knife, the words causing the man to scowl deeply and move into a threatening posture.
"You will give it back if you know what's good for you, you piece of shit,bandits don't take well to people stealing from them." He says darkly, a not very concealed threat, I lift the latch holding my knife into the sheath and slowly start to slip it from my belt.
The situation slowly escalating into a fight is ended as a massive hand is laid upon the man's shoulder, Androvoch deep voice behind him stopping my motions to attack the man out of self defense.
"We do not take kindly to bandits around these parts. Take your two friends back in the bar and leave before I kill you." The bandits face pales and he looks like he may have soiled himself as he turns to eye Androvoch, a forgotten threat laying loose on his fearfull lips.
"le-leyonoisk….o-o-k-okay we d-don't want any t-trouble. Come on boys lets leave" the bandit and his two friends walk hurriedly from the bar, disappearing from view, Androvoch leads me to a booth where he was sitting before. I wince as I here three consecutive distant rifle shots pop off and a scream of pain, followed by another shot, then silence.
"they will not bother you anymore comrade. So, I guess you're wondering why you were asked to come down here. Well" he pauses to drink from a glass filled with a dark amber liquid. "I wanted to ask you why you came to the zone?"
I sigh and scrunch my eyebroys together in thought before finnaly answering him with "I'm not really sure why I decided to come here exactly. I guess it was because real life and me really didn't work well together. I tried the army, they didn't want me, said I was over qualified to be cannon fodder." We both share a small laugh at that before I wave the bartender over and order a glass of scotch; waiting is quick arrival before continuing.
" I wanted to actually do something with my life, but I guess I started out on the wrong foot. I'm really only good for two things, working with my hands and killing. I would have liked to learn machining, but since the economy took a shit I haven't been able to afford to go to school to learn a trade. So after a lot of thought, I decided maybe getting away from the real world was the best choice." Androvoch finishes his drink as I wrap up my reasoning and nods his head in aggrement.
"So simple is your reason, back when I entered the zone it was just starting out. I was here with a doctor, a doctor of medicine. He is long dead now on a search for the fabled fountain of youth artifact, Trying to create something to reverse the effects of Alzheimer's or something crazy like that." He pauses to start into a new glass of the cognac he is drinking, "You see, I am one of the oldest people in the zone, but I stay young and fit even though, because I should, by all rights without the zone, be dead." A sad look forms on his face as he starts "my wife and I lived in the city of pripyat. She was a worker at the power plant, a real geniouse that girl. And me, I worked the carnival as a maintanence man, because of me that ferris wheel stands to this day. When the disaster struck… my wife was lost to the power plant. I found out after the evacuation of the city." He pauses to wipe his eyes off and take another sip of his drink "when they started looking for liquidators, I jumped on the chance to join them. Fix a mistake made by humanity, and put my mind at ease at losing my love. It was hard work, but I survived it with only minor radiation poisoning. I thought I would live for a long long time. But years later I began to develop a deadly cancer in my bones. It aged me horribly, took my strength, and was going to be my end. By this time the zone had been around for a few years, and artifacts were streaming out into the public. The doctor called me with the news that he may be able to cure me. So I went in, and he prescribed to me, a glowing blue powder made from a crushed artifact, drinking it with a chemical mix, I quickly got back to strength that I hadn't seen since my early twenties. For payment, I agreed to go into the zone and help search for artifacts that could cure deadly diseases that conventional medicines could not help. With my work, and the work of many other stalkers, we were able to completely cure a large variety of diseases very quickly. Staph, syphilis, some forms of aids and malaria, aswell as several different cancers. But one day, a psudoSquid in the pripyat river grabbed ahold of the doctor whom I owed my life, that was his slow demise, losing his right arm in that attack, and losing a lot of his sanity all at the same time. It was a horrible thing to see." He takes a deep breath before looking at his watch and standing up. "Alright Nolec me and my boys have a mission to the swamp lands today, you and your crew are more than welcome to come. We are hunting the chimera that injured Von and killed another stalker. Its been lurking far to close to our home than we would ussualy like to see. If you are interested, meet me by the main gate ready to go at seven." He says before walking out, I check my watch to see that it is already five thirty, and that the sun was quickly breaking light over the horizon. I will go with them on the mission, but something tells me today is going to be and interesting day.