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Post by Διμι on Jan 8, 2011 13:03:52 GMT -5
"Time to get rolling." Peregrine glanced around. The group seemed to be ready, even if none of them had any idea of what was waiting for them beyond the rusted, dented, and bloody gate. The group slowly walked through the bar's courtyard and out into the enclosed heart of the town. Dutiers rushed to and fro to secure positions, checking on the small stalker camps dispersed all over the area. But the killer had already fled, even if its menace still hung in the air.
However, given their first encounter with Skomorokh, Peregrine considered the group somewhat lucky to emerge in one piece and with all of their equipment still on them. The man may have been a petty bandit, but he was unpredictable, and the unpredictable bullets were by far the most dangerous. Peregrine pushed the thought out of his mind as he walked alongside Karc to the Rostok gate. Skomorokh had been driven away, and was no doubt well behind the Dutier barricades right now.
Peregrine walked through the rusted gate, the sole barrier between the civilized Rostok and its far less orderly twin side. To his surprise, a fully-armed, six-strong Dutier team awaited the group on the other side. The leader of the red-clad soldiers stared at Peregrine for a second, his face hidden completely behind a gas mask before speaking.
"It's not wise to travel around here these days, especially with killers on the loose." he said, his voice muffled by the mask before turning to Karc "Watch yourself, mercenary. You might be one of the 'pacifists', but you still know damn well what my men think of the rest of your ilk stationed here."
"I suppose you're going to do us the generous favor of clearing out the way ahead?" muttered Peregrine in response, earning a harsh glare from the head of the team "Your men don't look exactly thrilled to be around here themselves." he looked around. The Dutiers' postures were steady, but each of the men gave the impression that their bravado was somehow forced.
Still the same, year after year muttered the voice suddenly, having appeared out of nowhere, putting on a show of bravery and cause when it comes to slaughtering Freedom potheads and bandit rats, but laying it full in their pants when faced by a true enemy. Death is kind, however...
"I don't like you, loner." said the Duty leader harshly, breaking the loner's concentration as the voice once more faded away. "I once knew a stalker that looked right damn like you. Cruelest and faithless bastard I've ever seen. You better watch your back in this place."
Peregrine said nothing in return, instead stepping forward, as the rest of the team began to move as well "Have fun with your hunt." he said as he passed the Dutier "We've got no stake in your business here."
"Keep your eyes peeled," he turned to his team, drawing his K7 "from what I've heard, there's literally a million different things that could kill us in here."
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Jan 9, 2011 0:54:37 GMT -5
"I assure you madame," Skomorkh said, bowing slightly towards the small woman behind gun barrel pointed at him, "you'll see no funny business from me." As the woman put down her rifle, Skomorokh walked over to the other side of the camp fire and sat down against the wall, propping up his balalaika next to him. He took a moment to look at the short stalker.
Her unkempt black hair was lightly dusted with snow, and her eyes seemed to almost glow with a red madness from beneath her slightly greasy and matted bangs. A howl from outside caused her to look up and to the side, casting the light of the fire across her face. It would've beet attractive if it hadn't been scarred by what was probably a burn of some kind. Skomorokh made brief eye contact with her as she looked back at her meal, he felt an extreme sense of unease and he felt as if his limbs were having a harder time moving, then the moment passed and he was left with an unpleasant buzzing in his right ear.
Removing his flask from inside his trench coat, Skomorokh took a swig then offered it to the woman across from him, "The name's Skomorokh, Comrade."
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Post by Basil on Jan 9, 2011 9:50:18 GMT -5
Balalaika observed the flask for a moment before a polite smile came across her face, and she declined it. "No thank you, I don't feel like drinking."
Despite the effort she put into it, her smile came out as an oddly forced rictus, and her eyes retained the same mad quality as they usually had. She didn't trust this man, and would not let her senses be blurred by alcohol. She finished eating and set the now empty din down on the floor before drawing Mr Stabby from his sheath and observing the vlade attentively for a second. The cruel blade caught the light of the fire and shone sinisterly before she put it away, seemingly satisfied with what she saw. Her attention quickly focused onto Skomorokh again.
"So, Skomorokh eh? What were you doing trudging around in this kind of weather? Even the bandits aren't that desperate. Most stalkers are off at Rostok, keeping warm and fat by their camp fires and getting drunk off Barkeep's vodka...unless they have trouble with Duty."
She smiled as she said that. Stupid Dutiers. She would be very happy when she blew their precious leader's head off his shoulders.
"And bandits are probably lying down in some hole or other, or if they're lucky they're in the Dark Valley getting drunk or screwing some unlucky little whore who thought she could make it in the Zone...which reminds of what some little bandit cunt once said to me while he lay wounded on the ground. I made him suffer for his words..."
Another savage gust of wind blew through the Wild Territories, shaking the shack slightly, but the shack's walls held the cold out, and the fire didn't even flicker. Balalaika grabbed a stick that was lying on the floor and poked the fire slightly, sending a few sparks upwards. A small hole had been made in the shack's roof to enable the smoke of fires to leave unhindered.
"So Skomorokh, are you a man, a fool or a beast? Only fools and beasts can relinquish society in such hostile times..."
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Spinner looked around him uneasily. So this was the Wild Territory. Didn't seem much different from other abandoned industrial places in the Zone, but it did have a certain atmosphere about it, an atmosphere that made one think about doomed stalker raids, backstabbing and horrible creatures lurking in the shadows. A strong gust of wind shook the small, rag-tag group, and Spinner shivered.
"Wonderful weather to be out here", he said. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, in small numbers at first, before starting to come in earnest, obscuring Spinner's vision. "And I can't see shit either. If something wants us for breakfast we won't be able to see it till it's upon us..."
The cold, the ice and the snow lent the Wild Territory an even gloomier, more desolate appearance. As they approached the rusted, metal passage that separated the first part of the Wild Territories from the second one, a loud roar was heard over the howl of the wind. Spinner froze and looked around him.
"I suppose everyone heard that", he said. "Anyone know what it could be?"
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 9, 2011 11:46:00 GMT -5
Karc ignored the Dutiers warning, having heard it almost every time he entered Rostok, and shook his head as they left, "What a fucking twat." He muttered.
He tilted his slightly when they heard mutant's roar, before looking to Spinner who had said.
"I suppose everyone heard that", he said. "Anyone know what it could be?"
"Could be any number of things bloodsucker, snork, maybe a chimera if we're lucky. Maybe it's that new beast everyone's been talking about." Karc said quietly, "Either way the longer we linger here wondering what that was, the more likely it is that it will find us."
"El, radio Schwarz, tell him and Four to expect us soon." Karc said as the group moved forward glancing about cautiously. Another roar echoed through the area, now noticeably closer.
"Sounds like that thing already knows we're here, stick together and stay calm." Karc said scanning the area and moving forward slowly into the open area of the Wild Territory.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jan 9, 2011 17:48:03 GMT -5
Vorona followed the others deeper and deeper into Wild Territory and wondered if it had been good idea to have come out here. Before leaving she had made sure to leave a message for her brother with Barkeep. Rostok safety could no longer be guaranteed by Duty so long as this insane Staker was let free to wonder the zone. It seemed like there was no safe place left in the area surrounding Chernobyl, she was sure her brother would understand.
She shivered and fought the urge to drop her weapon and wrapped her arms around her body. Her lays of clothing might have worked to keep her warm during the day but now the temperature had dropped greatly, she hoped that they would find shelter soon.
________________________ Morak took the Duty oath proudly, things might not be the best at this time with a giant bear mutant in the south and crazed murderer in the Home front but things would get better Duty would prevail.
The new Dutyer was still not dress in uniform went down into the 100 Rads bar to tell his sister of the good news, only to find that she was no where to be found. When he asked Barkeep about Vorona he was given a note that when as the following:
Vadik
Left Rostok with the group we came with and a few Mercenaries. Going North on a mission, don’t know when we’ll be back. Please don’t worry about me, I’m in good company. And good luck getting into Duty but I’m sure you won’t need it. Just look after yourself ok?
Yeva
What the in the world was his sister thinking? He couldn’t go look for her now he needed to prepare for the hunt in the Garbage he could only hope that Renegade, Spinner and Peregrine would take good care of her and they didn’t run into to much trouble.
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 13, 2011 11:57:04 GMT -5
As Karc crept forward cautiously the sound of grit grinding on ice ebbed up, rubbing his foot back and forth on the frozen ground, “Huh, looks you'll have to watch your step, the grounds frozen.” He said lightly pushing forward and sliding while balanced on one foot stumbling slightly as he stopped.
Another roar very close this time seemed only mere meters away, the distinct breathing of the bloodsucker could be heard in the area nearby. “Shit,” Karc hissed waving his hand pushing the group back, “It's a bloodsucker, and it's probably looking for some lunch, namely us. Back into that corridor, we can concentrate our fire better from within there.” he said backing away pointing his gun towards the possible direction that the legendary mutant might attack, treading back over the slippery ground and into the corridor. Holding up his hand he whispered, “ Stay here, I'll try to lure it in here.”
Creeping back out he caught a glimpse of the mutant as it seemed to be tasting the air, extending it's tentacles out and moving it's head back and forth. As Karc poked his head out from behind the cover the beast's head snapped around looking directly at Karc before roaring and cloaking itself and charging in his direction.
Running back to where the group was positioned he kneeled and aimed at where mutant would come running in. “Any second now.” El muttered.
However, as the hungry bloodsucker was drawing near, it lost it's footing, letting out a roar of surprise as it slipped on the slippery ground and came skidding into the line of fire of the bewildered group, watching the bloodsucker crash into the wall with considerable force.
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Post by blackpapermoon on Jan 13, 2011 12:33:14 GMT -5
Vorona, watched as the mutant slammed into a wall before it slid to the ground,before lying prone. It was like something from an old cartoon, she knew the zone was full of strange events but she was sure that things like this was a rare occurrence. The woman might have burst into laughter if she was not so cold and the situation had not been so dire.
“Is…it dead?” she asked staving off a sniffle. She was unsure if it was just stunned or was really dead, and she was not to keen on being the first to approach it.
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Post by Διμι on Jan 15, 2011 15:30:06 GMT -5
"I wouldn't bet on it, judging the size of that thing." Peregrine muttered, stepping forward across the icy grit, his boots sliding slightly. The mutant's chest neither rose nor fell, and it appeared as if it were not breathing. The loner cautiously drew his Walther, aiming it at the creature's head as he drew near. The bloodsucker did not move, apparently concussed by its impact against the brick wall.
"Looks like it's out cold." he called back "Get moving, before it decides to wa-" The rest of the loner's words were drowned in a snarl as the beast leapt up from the floor, its clawed feet scrambling for a purchase on the ice. The monster skidded into Peregrine as the Walther went flying, and the two barreled through the tunnel entrance and out of the group's sight.
The creature slid as it pulled back before swiping at Peregrine's face with its deadly claws. Peregrine felt his head sweep back almost instinctively as the creature's hand raked the fur on the white hood, tearing out a small patch. The loner's hand shot to the bayonet sheathed at his ankle just as the creature swung around with a backhand intended to snap his neck. Peregrine dropped onto his back, the knife in his hands as the bloodsucker righted itself.
The beast sprang onto the loner as Peregrine held out the blade, steadying it with both hands against his torso. With a sickening squelch of metal against flesh, the bayonet buried itself up to the hilt just beneath the monster's ribcage. The bloodsucker's straining tentacles stopped an inch from the loner's face as it stood completely still for a moment before wrenching the blade from Peregrine's hands and rolling away.
Peregrine scrambled to the tunnel wall, his fingers finding the Walther on the ground as the creature attempted to stand up despite the blade completely embedded within its chest. The monster rose shakily, swaying slightly as blood dripped from the wound. A shot rang out from behind Peregrine, and the bloodsucker collapsed. Turning around, the loner beheld Karc, the mercenary's gun barrel giving off faint wisps of smoke.
"Nice shot," said the loner as he jumped to his feet. Walking over to the bloodsucker, Peregrine wrenched the bayonet from its chest, the flesh tearing as the serrated, toothed blade ripped upwards. Wiping down the knife on the creature's thick, dark fur, he looked around.
"Wouldn't want to wait for the rest of the mutants to flock in and pick apart the remains." he turned to face Karc "if you know the ways in and out of this place, lead the way."
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Post by Basil on Jan 18, 2011 11:41:35 GMT -5
"Holy shit!", cried Spinner as the supposedly unconscious bloodsucker sprung at Peregrine, dragging him to the ground. Before Spinner could do anything, however, Peregrine and the bloodsucker rolled out of sight, into a nearby tunnel. Karc was the first to get into the tunnel, followed by a single shot and silence. Spinner quickly followed the merc into the tunnel and saw the bloodsucker lying dead not far from where Peregrine was.
"Bloody hell", said Spinner. "That was close."
He had never seen a bloodsucker before, and this close encounter had terrified him. Peregrine had come close to getting killed, and this served as a cold reminder for the dangers they would have to face in their voyage.
"I hope this will be the only monster we'll see", said Spinner uncomfortably. "But then again, there's probably a hundred more of those out there."
As if to confirm Spinner's suspicions, the long, nasal snarl of a snork was heard over the howl of the wind. This was quickly taken up by several other snorks, and the noise seemed to be coming from somewhere to the South.
"Oh boy", said Spinner.
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Post by Karcentric on Jan 18, 2011 22:43:10 GMT -5
Chuckling he looked the dead mutant over then looking back to the other members of the party, "It's dead, you can relax now."
"I hope this will be the only monster we'll see", said Spinner uncomfortably. "But then again, there's probably a hundred more of those out there."
"Trust me, we're going to see all manner of strange and wonderful things before we get to the Merc's HQ." Karc said, "Grab them tentacles if you want, the eggheads in Yantar would pay a bit for 'em. Oh and if you needed something else to worry about, be glad this chap was injured, otherwise we wouldn't of seen him. Bloodsuckers can cloak themselves, that makes hunting them difficult."
Walking along a less commonly used path, they came upon a couple of half eaten corpses who'd been shot in the head. "Ugh, one of the more common sights out here, humans evidently taste better than mutants." Karc muttered, looking away from the two dead loners.
Motioning for the group to follow, navigating his way around the numerous electro anomalies, small flashes of pent up electrical energy occasionally unleashed itself lighting the area up with a crackle.
Ahead, clear of the anomalies lay the burnt out husk of an old Hind, shot down when Marked One had made his way through the area years ago, rescuing several scientists from a group of rouge mercenaries. Ahead he caught glimpse of faint wisps of smoke and light conversation however was unable to determine the identity of the voices, however one of them seemed vaguely familiar.
Renegade had felt useless when the bloodsucker had attacked, unable to attack even when it was down and unmoving. After it was killed the by the mercenary he crouched down looking the beast over, noting the human features on the beast, and it's rather odd skin, drawing his knife he prodded at a lump of flesh, finding lifted from the body easily, a smell of rot seemed to come the creature.
"Huh." Renegade said completely enthralled with this small discovery.
Seething the knife he quietly followed the group looking around at the savagery of the Wild Territory, finding comfort that he and the other had a guide how knew a bit about the area.
"Where are we meeting your associates?" Renegade asked El who was walking beside him.
"By a tunnel that takes us to Yantar, those bastards must be enjoying themselves. It's full of burner anomalies." El replied stepping around an electro anomaly.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Jan 19, 2011 2:22:13 GMT -5
A roar followed by gunshots echoed up from the south. "I'm no beast," Skomorokh said, taking another swig, "but whatever made that lovely noise is."
Shuddering slightly as the creature roared again, "And as for 'relinquishing society', what does that make you? Fool?" He said, reaching for his Balalaika, "Or beast?"
As he said the last words, Skomorokh looked straight into the womans eyes. He recognized the madness in them. It was similar to the one he knew glowed from his own eyes, but more perverse, more twisted. He found himself uneasy just from looking at them for too long.
Averting his gaze to the noisily crackling fire, he plucked out a variation of the Ukrainian national anthem and hummed slightly to himself.
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Post by Basil on Jan 19, 2011 22:52:42 GMT -5
Balalaika did not listen to what Skomorokh said, as the roar and the gunfire got her attention. She vaguely heard Skomorokh play the Ukrainian national anthem on his instrument, but did not pay it much attention.
"Someone's coming", she said, "got to move. Staying here is not good, no it isn't. They'll see the fire and come over."
One thing that Balalaika hated was being disturbed in her "lair", although said "lair" was usually just a temporary shelter from mutants and the elements. The fact that they were so close to Duty-held Rostok made her even more cautious, as a warm fire burning away in a shack would evidently attract any traveller nearby. She snatched her bag up and ran outside, heading South into an old warehouse where she took up position behind a wall with a large hole in it. There she waited, ignoring the cold and the wind and staying perfectly still. _____________________________
"Well this is all very scenic", said Spinner as another gust of freezing wind howled through the Wild Territory. The good thing about this terrible weather was that most mutants would not be out and about, the bad thing was that he was freezing his balls off. As the group moved further into the Wild Territory, they came across a scene of death: several stalkers all dead with bullet wounds to the head. Some snow had fallen earlier on, so their bodies had been partially covered, but they were still visible.
"Well, might as well help ourselves", said Spinner grimly. He went towards one of the bodies and grabbed the AK-74 it was still holding in its frozen hands. That would be a better gun than the sawn-off shotgun he had been using up till now. As he went through the dead man's belongings, he saw a warm flicker in the distance, making him look up. The source of the flicker was obviously a fire hidden behind a shed. A gap in the shed's plank walls enabled Spinner to see the flames, and he could also clearly see smoke coming out of the roof and being blown South by the wind.
"Someone looks comfortable", he said, "how about we go warm ourselves by their fire?"
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Post by Διμι on Jan 19, 2011 23:54:45 GMT -5
"Great idea." muttered Peregrine morosely "There's only the absolute certainty that it's someone hostile, or even better, that murderer that's been running loose lately... Other than that, go ahead and invite yourself. I'd say that the folks lying right there had done just about the same."
The loner's quick fingers rifled through the few possessions that remained on the dead stalkers, finding two F1 grenades amongst a pile of mostly worthless junk and ammo. His gaze traversed the surrounding area, but he could see nothing. "Better be safe than sorry," he muttered finally. "Time to figure out exactly who we're up against.
Peregrine leapt up, his gloved fingers hooking around the edge of the concrete wall, and effortlessly pulled himself up, balancing on the precarious edge for a second before leaping over to a doubled pipe three meters off the ground. He flattened himself against the white snow, his suit blending in almost perfectly, and crawled from his cover to look around.
A warehouse came into view, surrounded by the rusting remains of Soviet cars and trucks, and a lone watch tower. The smoke still rose from the blown out roof of the shelter in the distance, but Peregrine paid little attention to it, as the snorks the group had heard earlier had just made themselves known.
It was a group of six, all fully grown and mutated seemingly even beyond the wildest tales of the veteran stalkers. The creatures' forearms appeared to have fused into single, long, and deadly claws, and the vertebrae of their spines, clearly mutated out of proportion, jutted out from strands of kevlar embedded into their backs. Their legs too, were seemingly all tendon, with an occasional boot covering the hideously mutated foot. The pack leader slowly tasted the air with a long, snaky tongue, his eyes time and time again darting to the warehouse, as if something waited for it inside.
Peregrine flattened himself even further as the snorks drew away towards the structure. The loner silently crawled between the pipes, the snow muffling his progress, and held his breath as his path took him directly over the creatures.
Nevertheless, the snorks took no notice whatsoever, seemingly intrigued by something much closer, inside the warehouse itself. One by one, the snorks drew inside through the destroyed doorway until only one was left, standing guard directly underneath the loner as the rest of his pack entered the warehouse to investigate.
Peregrine's right hand found the grip of his bayonet just as his teeth pulled the pin one one of the grenades with a loud metallic springing sound. Half a second later, he was in free fall, his feet aimed straight for the snork's back.
The loner landed heavily, smashing his boots into the creature's spine as he slammed the knife into the snork's thick neck, burying it to the hilt with a loud crunch. The snork's body immediately went limp as the loner rolled off of it and finally released the grenade with a flick of his left wrist. The deadly spheroid rolled into the warehouse just as Peregrine leapt away, but not before catching the shape of a sprinting figure inside that was most certainly not a snork.
A second later, a shockwave radiated through the air, sending Peregrine flat on his face even as he ran, and drowning out the confused snarls of the mutants inside the warehouse as shrapnel peppered the interior walls. An intact, mutated arm went flying out of the doorway as smoke slowly seeped through cracks in the walls and roof. Peregrine slowly rose to his feet, his head still ringing slightly, and peeped inside. The remains of the snorks were splattered against the walls, and a fair-sized crater marked the floor where the explosive had detonated. The other figure was nowhere to be seen, apparently having fled or thrown out of sight by the explosion.
Just as he turned to return to the group, the loner felt a sense of sudden dread overcome him once more,.
What is it you fear, oh Peregrine? Is it me? Oh, pray tell it is... The voice spoke, smooth and sweet as honey, yet dripping with malice.
Peregrine shook visibly even as he attempted to retaliate. The monster that had found its home in his head shared no part of him. He could not give in to his ill-conceived terror, to a phantom that could not even exist.
Give in to your instincts, the voice seethed after all, you're going to need them, and much, much sooner than you think. Without me, you'll be dead in seconds to the lesser horrors that await...
The demon's words faded once more as Peregrine regained his self-control. Taking one look at the warehouse he had just bombarded, he quickly sprinted back over to the group waiting for him beyond the wall.
"I reckon there's still something out there." he informed quietly, taking a look beyond the wall to confirm that all was still "the snorks shouldn't be a problem anymore, but I doubt they could have set up the fire all by themselves. With this much snow falling, it should have gone out a long time ago, and these bodies are still fresh. It was stalkers that killed them, and we should be on our guard, although I doubt these people, or perhaps person, will attack us all at once, especially if they're alone."
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Post by Basil on Jan 20, 2011 0:15:07 GMT -5
Balalaika had not expected a bunch of snorks to turn out in her little hideout, and neither had she expected someone to throw a grenade into the building either. She barely had time to throw herself to the ground before the deadly round object exploded, spraying the room with shrapnel and shredded snork mush. Balalaika then stood up, slightly shell-shocked by the explosion. She looked around her at the carnage and stumbled towards the exit, one hand holding her head which was wringing like a crazed alarm clock.
"Fucking bastard...arsehole...crapshit...", she said, stumbling back towards the shack where the fire was still burning away. Skomorokh was nowhere to be seen. Not that she cared anyway. She quickly grabbed a rusty old bucket filled with icy water to pour it over the flames, but stopped herself. Whoever was out there would see the smoke disappear abruptly, which would give away her position. Instead, she quietly left the shack and scuttled back to the building she'd been hiding in. She went through the warehouse and out through the Southern side, heading towards another shack. She hid behind the small edifice, grabbing her own balalaika and checking the magazine to see how many bullets were left in it.
However, she was interrupted by the sudden attack of a snork that came running round the corner of the shack, growling and snarling viciously.
"What the fuck, get the fuck off me!", snarled Balalaika, whacking the mutant in the face with the butt of her sniper rifle. As the snork stumbled, she fired at it point blank with her SVD, sending a bullet right through its skull.
"This is a fucking joke", she muttered. Now the others would definitely know she was in the area, and might even be able to estimate her location. A pseudodog howled somewhere in the distance.
"Oh shut up", said Balalaika irritably.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Jan 20, 2011 0:21:06 GMT -5
"Someone's coming", the strange woman said, more to herself than Skomorokh, "got to move. Staying here is not good, no it isn't. They'll see the fire and come over."
The woman stood up quickly and ran over to a warehouse just to their south, where she then took cover behind a large hole in its wall. "Well fuck." Skomorokh muttered, pushing himself up. Holding his Balalaika by its neck, he ran quickly over to a bullet ridden storage container directly across from him, next to the warehouse the woman had hidden in. His coat caught slightly on a jagged piece of wood as he left the shack and caused him to stumble slightly.
Once he reached the container, Skomorokh drew his Skorpion and checked its magazine. Peeping out through a bullet hole, he saw a familiar figure in a white arctic suit drop down from above and land with a sickening crunch on top of a snork. As the loner rolled away, a grenade exploded, toppling him over and giving Skomorokh and unpleasent ringing in his ears.
As the ringing subsided, he could see the loner run off around part of a concrete wall. "Where's he running off to?" Skomorokh said to himself. Just as he finished, an unintelligable shout from the woman's warehouse met his ears along with the loud report from a large caliber rifle.
More mutants could be heard a ways off, "I guess it's in my best interest to stay here then." Skomorokh muttered. Still keeping watch on the area in front of his container.
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