Stalker
Chapter
1: The Beginning of the Story
It
was October 27, 1962, Black Saturday had arrived. Tensions in the
Cold War had gotten to a boiling point between the United States and
the Soviet Union. A U.S destroyer was launching depth charges at a
B-59 Soviet submarine underwater, telling the submarine to go topside
of the water. The captain of the submarine said to arm the nuclear
warheads onboard as he had believed war had already begun. In this
situation there are meant to be two officers, they each are to vote
on whether the warheads should be launched, both said yes. However
there was a third officer on the submarine, in reality he was meant
to say no, but he didn’t.
A
nuclear war had broken out between the two sides and all hell broke
loose. Over a billion people had died within the first week, another
half a billion died later after ten years. But these were just
estimates, so three billion people could’ve died and no one could
know how. The first ten years the northern part of the equator was
either hellfire or godforsaken winter. The southern half of the
equator wasn’t much better. Places like the Middle East or Africa
were already struggling and had perished from however the fallout
took them. Like the story of a field somewhere in Central Africa that
the ground was only covered in thousands of scorched dead bodies.
South America and Australia seemed to be doing the best as the
fallout and weather was much more difficult with its harsh winters
and summers, but many people still had survived.
Governments
had completely collapsed throughout the world. Most either disbanded,
were destroyed from the inside out, or the land they originated was
completely inhabitable and they all split for their own plans. The
only government that was still somewhat functional was the Australian
government. The only cost was they lost half of all their land
because it too was inhabitable due to its sweltering hot deserts.
None of Australia was nuked in the war thus most of its land was kept
and used to survive on. The nation seemed like a paradise to many and
so a large influx of people tried to go to Australia to live there.
The Australian government in response had to set up borders so now
the northern part of Australia is roamed in chaos and hell by people
living in what many call it Freeside, for its lawlessness and lack of
control.
I
however live a different story. My family lived in the Soviet Union
in a city called Chernobyl. They didn’t fall in love with each
other until after the bombs fell in a doomsday bunker. The doomsday
bunker was a project that a group of three people who had lived in an
apartment building worked together to make a bunker that was meant to
last thirty years after the bombs fell. After the bombs had fallen
the people got together and waited through the whole fallout, after
what they called the “10 Years of Hell,” or the fallout from the
bombs. That's when my parents had gotten together and had me a third
of the way through the bunker’s lifetime. When I was born they
named me Nikolai Petrov and taught me what I needed to know to
survive. The basics of reading, writing, and most importantly, how to
use a Kalashnikov rifle, more specifically, the AK-47. I fired my
first firearm before I even learned to multiply, and I was a damn
fine shot as well.
Living
in a large bunker underneath a nuclear wasteland gets pretty boring
as a child. I mostly sweeped or did minor chores for the people there
or for my parents. Once I became a teenager I had to be taught more
important things after we left the bunker. I was taught ways to cook
food and boil water in horrible weather conditions, how to properly
clean and maintain a rifle, learned tactics and techniques for CQB
(Close Quarters Combat) in both armed and unarmed situations, along
with basic functions of a car and how the insides work. Those were
only a few of what I learned in a bunker. We were able to ration
enough and decided on my 21st birthday we would leave the bunker to
see what the world had become. We looked at the big, thick cellar
doors with me and the twenty other people I grew up living and
breathing the same air with, and we ascended up to the world above
that some of us hadn’t seen in over thirty years.
When
we entered the new world it was similar but not exact to what we
thought. Most cities were expected to be nuked but not ours, though,
there was large and small amounts of radiation throughout the city,
making some parts of it dangerous to be around. Some parts of the
city were in shambles, some of it from the fallout of the war and
what happened afterward. We went to an abandoned apartment building
and shacked up there. There we realized what living will be like, our
new neighbors and residents in the city are not so friendly towards
people they don’t know. We did meet a few new friends who are a
part of another group that we have aligned ourselves with. Our allies
call these not so nice people, S.T.A.L.K.E.R.S, or Scavengers,
Trespassers, Adventurers, Loners, Killers, Explorers and Robbers.
They consist of everything that could be thought of, but most of them
were Killers and Robbers. I never ran into many stalkers myself as I
was mainly kept at home base to watch and defend the place for the
elders who couldn’t go out and scavenge, until the day we were
attacked.
Chapter
2: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
It
was a boring day at the apartments. There was not much I could doas
all of my chores had already been completed. So I sat at a window
looking over the forests that I saw for many kilometers. When all of
a sudden I heard a gunshot close by, but a gunshot I recognized. It
was my father’s double barrel shotgun he always had by his side. I
looked out the window and saw a standoff between my group and another
right below me, with my father in between laying on the ground
underneath a man’s leg with a pistol pointed at his head.
“Now
everybody.” The man said, “Let’s all remain calm.”
He
looked in his mid-50’s, plain white skin, thick black beard, wild
brown hair, gray and black hat, and was wearing biker gear. I
chambered a bullet in my rifle back, it was loud enough that they all
heard it. They all looked up towards me including the bearded man.
The
man looked up at me while I pointed my rifle at him and said to me,
“Hello there young man, don’t be alarmed, we were just discussing
matters with your people.”
I
looked down the barrel and said to him, “If you don’t point that
gun away from him I’ll put one right between your eyes.”
He
gave a mean look before thinking of something, “Young man I will
assume this older feller is your father. I don’t want to harm him
or anyone else so let’s start from the beginning.” Everyone went
silent, “My name is Yuri Orlov, the people to the left of me are my
group that we like to call ourselves The Red Rebels. Now that name
originates from before the bombs dropped so don’t feel threatened
by it. We are a survivor group much like yourselves and don’t want
to be in situations like these.”
Me
and my whole group knew that he was likely lying. Then I suddenly
heard my mother in the group down below speak up, “If you are like
us then why do you have a gun pointed at my husband?”
Yuri
looked towards my Mom and told her, “Look I’m sorry ma’am but
he had tried to attack me first so I did what I must and defended
myself-”
My
father suddenly spoke up, “He’s lying! When I turned around the
corner he was waiting for me and attacked me!”
Everyone
looked at Yuri, waiting to see what he had to say, “Huh, you people
never listen. Neither do you understand! The people you see here are
only a fraction of what there really is, we own an army! We can
easily bring down your whole group within a day. STARTING WITH THIS
OLD MAN!”
BANG!
I
yelled at the top of my lungs, “NOOOOOO!”
I
fired a bullet right into his left eye and he fell to the ground like
a rock. He was still alive and shot back at me, I moved away from the
window to avoid getting shot. All I heard was gunfire down below
between both sides. I looked back out the window and saw bodies drop
from all over. I aimed and started firing towards them, noticing Yuri
was gone. I started firing at the Rebels and hit one in the leg, I
pointed towards another and placed two rounds into his chest, he died
before he hit the ground. I pointed at another and hit him right in
the shoulder, he fell behind a wall out of my view. Then the Reds
started to fall back as we seemed to be winning the battle. I
continued to fire towards them as they fell back and we pushed them,
then after they were out of sight I ran as fast as I could down the
concrete stairs. I ran outside and turned around the apartment
building to the bloodbath that just happened. I went straight to my
Dad to check on him, he wasn’t moving at all. I turned him around
and saw his cold, dead eyes.
“Goddamnit
Dad.” I whispered to myself, realizing what has succumbed to me and
everyone else.
I
looked in front of me and saw my Dad’s shotgun, I walked over to it
and picked it up. It had his beautiful engravings on the shotgun. A
baroque style engraving taken from the halls of art in Moscow, with a
lettering I couldn’t understand. I heard someone come up from
behind me, I looked to see my Mom with blood and tears all over. I
walked over and gave her a hug,
“He’s
gone.” She cried to me, I continued to hug her while feeling a
single cold tear run down my cheek. That’s when I realized my
future in this world. And when I did I said to her, “Mom I swear
an oath to find that Yuri man and make sure Dad’s death is not in
vain.” She didn’t say anything, she only kept on crying. As we
stood there in silence I heard the sound of someone struggling. I
look over and see the woman I shot in the leg from earlier.
I
moved away from my Mom and walked over to her, she looked over to me
and noticed, “the hell do you want, rat?” I flipped my shotgun
and smacked her in the face with its stock, broken teeth came flying
out of her mouth.
“What
I want is everything you have to know about your group.” I answered
her. She started giggling, “What’s so funny?” I asked.
She
looked at me with all the blood on her face and told me, “You think
I’m gonna tell you anything? You have a more likely chance of
finding a lake with clean water in it.”
I
walked up to her and got right into her face and whispered, “You’re
assuming that you’re gonna tell me.
I’m not the one going to be asking the questions, someone else
will.” I got even closer and started whispering, “And when you
are in the same room as them I swear, everytime you lie or not answer
the question your life is going to be hell.” She got scared, her
eyes worried with fear as she knows I’m not lying, and I wasn’t.
Chapter
3: Rise of Nikolai
“OH
GOD NO PLEASE STOP PLEASE!” I was sitting outside the room where
she was being tortured with my father’s best friend, Dimitri.
Dimitri was the one who taught me how to shoot a rifle. He was in the
Russian Army during World War 2 and was involved in the Fall of
Berlin along with the Siege of Stalingrad, he was the one who flew
the Soviet flag over Berlin. After the war he continued to serve
until 1949 when he was injured in a hostage situation in Stalingrad.
After he was discharged he went to live in Chernobyl, when he met my
father in a bar fight over a bottle of whiskey. My father beat
Dimitri to a pulp while they were both drunk and afterwards they
became best friends and have been ever since. He was a wall made of
steel. He was there with me to talk to while that woman was being
tortured.
“You
glad you’re not the one in there?” He asked me, “Yeah,” I
said, “ I’m glad, I don’t want to get in trouble for doing
stuff my teacher wouldn’t like.” We both look at you.
I
would never want to be in there, whether I was the one being tortured
or even if I was sitting to the side watching. I continued to sit
outside the room until my Mom came back out, once she did she was
covered in nothing but blood and sweat.
She
went and told us, “Okay so I got some information out of her. Her
base is located ten miles north of us, there are about a hundred of
them, and the place they are located is a military base, so they are
possibly sitting on a stockpile of guns, tanks, and planes.”
I
knew this would be a problem, because if we stay and don’t do
anything we’ll all die. And if we go on the offensive, we might
die.
“Dimitri,
who is technically in charge of the group?” I asked him, he looked
towards me and told me, “Well your father was technically in charge
since the elders needed someone that can do most of what they can’t.
But since he has passed, you’re technically in charge now.”
I
was stunned, confused, bamboozled. How could I be left in charge? I
was the youngest person in the group and now I’m left to be in
charge of 15 whole people.
I
needed to ask him, “Why am I supposed to be in charge instead of
anyone else?”
My
Mother spoke up to answer, “When it was decided that your father
was to be left in charge, the elders made the decision that at some
point you would be left in charge. However they never expected the
change to happen so soon.”
I
sat there in silence, thinking about what would be best for the group
and for our survival. I realized what needed to be done. I stood up
in a boost of confidence and said, “Well then, as everyone’s new
leader, sorry Mom. We all need to hold a meeting to discuss the
future of the group.”
Exactly
5 Minutes Later
Everyone
got together in the Main Room where we have open discussions on the
very top floor. The group got together and were all silent waiting
for me with the elders sitting in the back. I stood on top of a tall
brick to have the high ground so everyone could see me. I was nervous
at the time since people who I looked up to had to look up to me.
I
took a deep breath and began, “Everyone, times here are changing
and we need to change with it in order to survive.” They all stayed
silent. “With this new group that we are faced with we cannot stay
or run from them-”
“Well
why the hell not?” I looked to see Jonas, he was only 9 years old
when the bombs fell so he was the youngest person in the bunker at
the time and now he’s an angry, black, 40
year
old man with a drinking problem and a gray goatee. But does have a
soft spot for me at times.
“Well
Jonas.” I responded, “The reason is because their leader Yuri
will hunt for us if we stay or if we go, which is why I am taking
this on the offensive. We are going to go to their base that is north
of us and kill their leader.”
Everybody
was chatering with each other before others started speaking up like
“Why should we?” or “We’ll all die!” I had to calm everyone
down, “Everyone let’s calm down!” They didn’t calm down
except for 2 people, I had to almost scream, “EVERYONE!” It went
silent.
They
all looked at me with a sign of respect. I continued talking, “If
you choose to leave the group and run away, you can, I won’t stop
you. But if you leave, these people will hunt for all of us and won’t
stop until each and everyone of us is dead. If you choose to stay
with us we leave tomorrow morning.”
Then
I heard it, it sounded like the generator in the bunker. This one was
just as loud though, only one other thing I could think of that could
make that loud of a sound.
“Everyone,
we need to go now!” I exclaimed.
I
jumped off the podium and started grabbing supplies and putting them
into the bag. I turned around and saw nobody was moving, “Guys they
have a bomber searching for u-” I was knocked out immediately.
Several
Hours Later
I
woke up jumping from the ground. I looked around to see it was dark
out, and everyone was sitting around a fire somewhere else in the
city. My head suddenly felt like it was kicked, pounding harder than
a punching bag.
“God,
what happened?”
My
Mom spoke up, “Well you were right about the bomber, as it
destroyed some of the apartment and more in the surrounding area. You
were the only one that was hit by any of the bombs.” Great, I was
the only who knew about the bomber and I was the only one that was
hit by it. “After that,” My Mom continued, “We got everyone out
and most of the supplies with it, right now we’re about half a mile
away from it.
I
went to ask, “And the prisoner?”
Dimitri
told me, “Right now we think she’s dead as part of the building
that collapsed and fell right on her room. It was completely
demolished”
I
needed to ask him, “And if she’s alive?”
Dimitri
didn’t look worried when he told me, “Your gun is more likely to
jam then if she’s alive. And you know that
is
low.” I never thought anymore of it, if her chances are that low
then let’s hope her death was short.
I
stood up with my head banging even worse. With me being the new
leader I still had to make the decisions, “Okay everyone, we are
still going with the plan… But right now we are going to stay and
rest for the night.” I felt horrible, and I could hardly move. I
layed down by the fire and fell asleep almost instantly.
When
I had arisen in the morning I felt a lot better waking up. I was
always the one who woke up before everyone else except for Dimitri
who I saw on the night shift.
He
looked at me and said, “Good morning Nikolai.”
I
responded back, “Good morning Dimitri.”
I
got up from off the ground and looked around, the air felt nice and
crisp, was cool, but not too cool for it to be cold. There was no
wind to be felt, only the sound of radioactive birds chirping in the
distance. It was perfect. I had to ask Dimitri a question,
“Dimitri,
are you going to stay with me and whoever comes along for this?”
He
looked at me with fire in his eyes,
“Your
father was my greatest friend, I will stay with you not just for him,
but for us.”
I
thanked him, “You can sleep now.”
Chapter
4: Destiny Awaits
I
went over to the pile of supplies there was lying around and found my
rifle. It was a little dirty but still looked just fine and I know it
would work just as well as it looks. I picked it up and holstered it
on my back, then I saw it. My father’s shotgun was lying there
behind my rifle, I picked it up and holstered it as well. Then I saw
the box that always sat besides my father’s bed, I never knew what
it was and was told never to touch it.
I
opened it up and saw what I needed, a pistol case and shotgun shells.
I grabbed the pistol case and looked at it. A dark wooden box with a
baroque finish on the front. I opened up the box to see a revolver
in pristine condition, looks to have never been opened before. Along
with 12 silver bullets laid side by side, the gun uses .45
ammunition. I picked up the revolver and opened up the cylinder to
see 6 more silver bullets loaded into it. The gun never had any
baroque engravings on it, it had a simple wooden grip with a simple
steel material, but it sure looked as fine as a hot bowl of oatmeal.
I
already had a pistol holster on my waist but with no pistol in it. I
took the revolver and slowly slid it into my holster. I took each
bullet and put it into my pack that was laying right beside the box.
While I opened up the pack I saw the map I had in there. I traded the
bullets for the map and threw the pack on my back, like it’s some
sort of backpack. I opened up the map while walking back towards
where everyone was sleeping. The map shows all of Cherobyl and its
surroundings of up to 30 miles. However what was strange was that
there was no military base anywhere north of the city. So I started
thinking of the possibilities: Was she lying? Is it hidden? I started
thinking of any other answer before I realized,
“There
is no pre-war base.” I whispered to myself, “They created the
base from the ground up.”
I
came to realize their base won’t be as secured as it could be,
unless they’ve been working on it since after the 10 Years of Hell.
When I went back to the group most of everyone was awake and waiting
to hear what I have to say next. Right before I spoke to the group I
realized looking at everyone, us alone we would be slaughtered
against them. We needed allies, people who we knew that could help
us.
I
stood in front of everyone that was standing like walls, looking only
at me, not moving at all. I stood on top of a tall, flat rock, and
gave what seemed to be a speech. “Right now I’ll be honest,
people will die. I don’t know who will, maybe one of us, maybe all
of us, but someone will.” Jonas went and questioned me, “And?”
I
looked at him directly and responded, “And Jonas, I want to lower
those chances by asking for help. Our allies to the west are our only
chance to survive this debacle.”
Our
allies to the west go by the name of The Harlingtons. They have been
around since after the fallout and are the only business in a 100
mile radius. They run a restaurant and bar open to anyone not trying
to rob or kill them. They trade in bullets and other supplies
depending on the condition and size for food and alcohol. They use
those bullets and supplies to trade with other groups or to protect
their own. Robbing the place is almost impossible as they have guards
everywhere as the eye could see ever since the last bartender was
shot in the head because a crazed gunman came in and robbed the
place.
Now
nobody has tried anything with The Harlingtons and only a bar fight
has happened in the past few years and it was between the owners over
a bet one of them lost. Never knew what the bet was but from what I
heard the fight was pretty funny to watch. We became allies after
finding out a raider group was going to assault the place, we then
told them and the raider group ceased to exist like dust. They said
we were in our debt and if we needed anything we just ask.
“They
said if we needed anything we just ask, so that’s what we’re
going to do.” I stated.
Then
I heard one of the elders speak up, “So what will happen to us?”
We all turned to them, the three elders sat in the back in silence
until one of them spoke up. “What about you?” I asked back.
The
elder who asked, asked back to me, asking back, “Are we supposed to
be coming with you? Or are we going to wait for you all nice and tidy
waiting for you?”
I
never thought of them once. “I suppose, because of your age, you
will reside back in the bunker with one or two people that volunteer
to go.” Then suddenly, all three of them stood up at the same time.
I was in shock, I never saw them stand up before, always saw them
sitting in silence.
The
elder in the middle then spoke up, “As decided by the leader,
Nikolai, we shall follow your orders and will stay in the bunker
until you return. Vlad you’re staying with us.” Vlad turned to
them in question, “Why me?” The elder responded, “Because
you’re one of the only ones that actually know how to cook eggs.”
Vlad didn’t say anything after that, he crossed his arms and stood
in silence.
Everyone
else trained their eyes back onto me, I continued, “Well then, the
elders and Vlad will be given most of our supplies as this mission
should take less than a few days. We will grab all the supplies we
need and at noon we shall go and meet with The Harlingtons. I need a
raise of hands for those who will choose to stay or leave the group
permanently.” I had expected 2-3 people that would want to stay or
leave, not one person raised their hand.
I
finished, “Okay then, everyone we shall meet here at noon.”
Noon
came and we all got together and were ready. Vlad and the elders were
safe and barricaded themselves back into the bunker with most of our
food and supplies. We headed out west across the city to our allies.
There wasn’t much life around except for animals prancing around.
So I and the 11 other survivors went across the city seeing things
that I have never seen before, like what Dimitri calls a “movie
theater” or a “auto shop”.
We
reach the place and it has apparently changed drastically since the
last time Jonas saw it. It looked a lot more run down and outlandish
while now it looks like what it apparently looked like before the
bombs fell. Aside from the fence line behind the fence line with the
stupidly sharp blades that were on top of it. It looked colorful with
a ruby red and sharp yellow stripes all along the place. There were
at least 20 guards just on the outside of the place. We followed the
line of fence that took us to the front doors of the place and walked
in. There we could see the inside, the place was a huge restaurant
with tables all around the walls and in the middle was the bar, with
booze that could last Jonas about two birthday parties.
Someone
came up to us dressed in a uniform of sort that had the same colors
as the walls of the place and asked us, “Hello my name is Ivan and
I’ll be your waiter for this afternoon. How may I help you?”
I’m
unsure what to do as all of this is new to me, then Jonas spoke up,
“Yeah uh hi, can you sit the 10 of us down to eat while having this
young man sit down at a table by himself with whoever’s in charge.”
He pointed towards me and Jonas yelled to everyone to follow him as
there was a big table across the room.
That
left me and Ivan to deal with each other, “Okay then sir,” He
continued, “if you just follow me I’ll take you to a table. He
walked towards a corner of the restaurant away from the 6 other
people at the place who were all at the bar. “Here is your seat
sir.” Ivan said to me, the table was in the corner so it faced
towards the bar instead of being parallel to it. I sat on the side
farthest to the wall so I could see everything. When I sat down Ivan
asked me,
“Is
there anything you’d like to drink sir?”
Drink?
I was somewhat thirsty and did see some rum that I recognized that
tasted really good. “Yeah I’ll have that coconut rum that’s
over at the bar on the corner please.” Ivan looked at the bar and I
could tell he could recognize the drink that I was talking about.
“I’ll
have that right with you sir.” He answered, then went and walked
away towards the bar. I took off my backpack and looked inside for
anything I could use as money. There was a pocket watch, pocket
knife, some bullets, and some random 9mm ammo I had laying in there,
I picked those out when I heard a voice,
“So
what’s with you?”
Chapter
5: Tarantino
I
looked up to see a girl, I can tell she is about if not my age. She
had dark brown hair with light skinned like me, however she had a
somewhat tanned skin, with body armor on her chest, sitting right
across from me.
“What’s
with me?” I asked back,
She
responded, “Yeah, why does Ivan come and tell me that 11 whole
people show up and one of them wants to talk to me?” I looked
straight at her and asked,
“Sorry
to be rude, but I need to ask a question before I answer yours. Are
you the one who’s in charge here?” I can tell that there’s fire
in her eyes, as she didn’t like what I asked her. Then suddenly I
heard the sound of a hammer pulled back and the feeling of the end of
a barrel pushed against my crotch.
“You
better listen here you damn donkey, only I ask the questions here.”
She berated, nobody noticed what was happening as we spoke mean, but
toned down. Even with the fire in her eyes, I sat up straighter and
leaned in towards her and told her in a whispering voice,
“The
last time someone looked at me with those eyes they ended up dead.”
Her
fire didn’t go away, she responded with a snarky response, “Is
that supposed to scare me?”
I
looked at her with a smirk of confidence and told her,
“No,
this is.”
I
cocked the hammer on my revolver back.
The
fire in her eyes started to go out, but not completely. So I went and
ranted,
“See
I had heard such good things about you guys since we saved you from
that raider group. But right now what my father told me about you
must be mistaken for someone else. Because right now, you owe my
people, and I ain’t leaving until I get what I want. And if I don’t
get what I want, things are gonna happen, and those things won’t be
pretty.”
The
fire in her eyes had burnt out, I pushed the hammer of my revolver
forward and holstered my revolver, she did the same. “Let’s start
from the beginning.” I declared, “My name is Nikolai Petrov. And
yours?” She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. “Sofia
Harlington. Some people call me Sofi.” Pretty name, I thought.
“Well
Sofia, it’s nice to meet you. I came here because me and my people
are still owed a favor by your people.” She seemed a little more
relaxed when she responded,
“Yeah,
we do. What do you need help with?” I described it to her,
“There
are these people that came to Chernobyl, and are a danger to the
whole ci-” She interrupted,
“The
Red Rebels.”
I
responded, “So you know of them?”
She
sat up straight and leaned in towards me to reply,
“Course
I heard of them, everybody in this whole city is afraid of them, even
my parents. Nobody has the guts to go and confront them. They have a
whole army of people and have weapons that no person on this planet
holds except for the Australian Government. Also quick question,
what’s with the hair?”
My
hair is weird, when I was young and right when I became a teenager, I
was considered a ginger. It was a pure orange with a little red in
the mix, then overtime the orange started to go away as more brown
started to come in along with a little bit of blonde. Now it’s a
strange orange color and no one can say what one color it is. Not to
mention my gray eyes.
“It’s
a weird orange. And I’m guessing by you mentioning your parents
that they’re in charge?” I asked her.
She
gave a slight nod.
I
continued, “See I don’t believe that they’re as dangerous as
most people think they are. I have reason to believe that they are a
lot more vulnerable than most people think they are.”
She
raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
“I
have reason to believe that their base isn’t some highly fortified
pre-war base, but a base made up of only metal sheets and wood.”
Her
attention towards me had grown as I can tell she has had problems
with the Rebels before.
“How
would you know?”
So
I explained to her, from the day it all happened to now. The first
confrontation with them, and interrogating the woman to find out more
about them. At first I had her curiosity, but now I have her
attention.
“So
you’re saying with enough people we can actually take on the
Rebels?” She asked,
I
nodded and told her, “Yes, we need the people of course and yes
people will die, but it’s possible.”
I
noticed a sort of color in her eyes, something I couldn’t put my
name on. She got up from the table to tell me,
“Come
with me, you can leave your stuff here, it ain’t going nowhere.”
I
did as she asked and got up and left my stuff, she grabbed my hand
and led me towards the other side of the restaurant. I looked towards
the table of where mine sat and looked at Jonas, I raised my eyebrow
in questioning. All he did was smile and raised his glass. I had no
idea what she wanted to talk to me about, but I would soon find out.
5
Minutes Later
“So
you think we can get your help?” I asked her, as we were walking
back into the restaurant.
“Oh
you’ll definitely get our help.” She told me, “I think I could
also get the help of a raider group that is close by.” I looked to
see my people were still sitting where they were before, eating food
I have never seen before. We both sat back down to discuss details,
she went first.
“So
if they’re about 10 miles up north, I can get my people to be there
at about dawn tomorrow. However If you guys leave at about now, you
can get there at about midnight.”
She
kept going off about what’ll happen while I was distracted. I
keeped looking at her and nodded to seem like I was paying attention,
but I couldn’t. I could sense something but I couldn’t figure out
what it was, I kept on thinking of what it could be, then I realized
what I sensed.
“He’s
here.” I stated.
I
turned my attention to the door, looking at the door and only the
door. I can tell Sofia was confused by what I said.
“Who’s
here?” She asked,
I
turned back to her to see nervousness in her eyes. And right before I
could even tell her who, he already noticed me.
“Well
if it isn’t my favorite nephew!”
Chapter
6: The Bomb Under the Table
I
turn back to see Yuri standing by the door with his arms open like
he’s about to give me a hug. Last time I saw him he was wearing
biker gear and had two eyes. Now he’s wearing a thick grey coat
with a black shirt and blue jeans instead and has an eyepatch on his
left eye. I decided to play along with whatever he’s trying to do.
“Uncle
Yuri! What are you doing all the way down here?”
He
walked up us and sat down by a table besides me and told me,
“I
was in town and I heard you were out and about at this fine place. So
I wanted to stop by to say hi.” He got in close to me and
whispered, “If you try anything I’ll have this place destroyed
before you can even pull your gun out.”
I
had my hand on my revolver when he said that. I slid my hand away and
laid it on the cold seat. He gave me a smile and pulled his attention
towards Sofia.
“Sorry
if it seems rude to ask.” He stated, “But who is this fine lady I
have the pleasure of meeting?”
She
gave a nervous look before answering, “Anna Victor, sir.”
He
gave a happy look, I quickly glanced over to see all of my people
looking at us with their hands on their guns ready to fire. I gave a
tiny but noticeable shake no towards them. Yuri continued to talk,
“Anna,
what a lovely name. Say nephew?” He turned his attention towards
me, “Is this your new girlfriend I heard about?”
I
responded to him, “Well she is a girl, and I suppose she is a
friend. But… I wouldn’t say she is my girlfriend in any romantic
way. Just somebody I recently met.”
He
gave a nod, he got up from his seat and put his hand on my shoulder
to tell me, “Well nephew, I won’t waste anymore of your time. I
have important business to get to, I need to speak to some people as
they are in a bit of trouble.”
He
started walking to the door before he turned around to ask one more
question, “Hey nephew, will I see you later?”
I
gave back a fake smile and told him, “I’m sure we will see each
other soon.”
He
gave a smile and left, I looked at the door and waited, I don’t
what, but I was waiting. Then I turned back around to see Sofia. She
looked a bit pale and was shaking.
“What’s
wrong.” I asked.
She
looked up to me and told me, “He killed my sister.”
Chapter
7: A New Perspective
I,
Sofia Harlington, was born in a world of hell. My parents were young
when they had me, both were only 20 when I was born. They lived in an
underground city underneath Chernobyl. When they were 20 the place
was attacked by a group of crazed raiders. They both met each other
as they were escaping and stuck together ever since. When they had me
I was born under a bridge by a field of radiated red chilli peppers.
We
roamed in and around the city before we moved into the restaurant.
When I turned 5 my parents had my sister, Anna. It was hard, and it
was dangerous, the four of us living together having to fend off
against stalkers that want to kill and eat us. My parents hardly had
time to teach us basic things like reading and writing so for most of
my life I was in a way by myself, having to take care of Anna. I
never held any grudge against my parents, they got about 2 hours of
sleep a day to find supplies so we can survive. I would forever be in
their debt.
As
me and Anna got older, life got easier for us as we were able to take
care of ourselves more and more. Then one day I gave my father the
idea of making food and selling it for supplies. My father growing up
was raised by the chef of the city, so he knew how to make foods that
hardly anyone has heard of. So we started selling food for mainly
ammo and was able to trade that for more food and supplies. As we
started to get into a routine everyday I was able to make spare time
to learn basic needs for survival like cooking, reading and writing,
and how to fire a rifle.
When
I was 21 we got a tip from some group to the east that a raider group
was going to attack us, so we went onto the offensive and tracked
down the group. I myself was never there but I last heard the group
wouldn’t be any threat to us. After that we improved security and
made the place look better after they scavenged the raider camp.
When
I laid my eyes on Yuri Orlov for the first time I was already in
fear. I was 14 years old while Anna was 9, me and Anna were outside
the restaurant exploring a building nearby that was abandoned. It
looked to be as my Father put it, an “office”. We went up a
flight of stairs and saw a bunch of desks laying about. Then we saw a
man who was looking through a drawer of papers. He had a thick beard,
was wearing ragged clothes, and looked starved. He stopped and turned
around to notice us.
“Hello
young ladies.” He said, “What are you doing by yourselves?”
He
slowly got up and stood like a giant.
I
told him, “We aren’t alone, we have each other.”
My
Mother told me never talk to people I don’t know unless I’m right
by the restaurant. So we started to waddle our way backwards towards
the stairs, he only got closer as we walked back.
“That’s
nice, but we really need to get you back to your parents.” He
stated.
Anna
had spoken up, “We know where to go. You don’t need to help us.”
He
gave a smile and gave a quiet laugh, “I should stay with you just
in case. It is a dangerous world.”
He
got even closer as we got right to the stairs before I told him,
“We’ll be on our way now.”
Something
snapped in him and caused him to turn into a demon. He lunged at me
while yelling, “No you’re not!”
He
tackled me to the ground and put his sweaty hands around my neck,
then started to choke me. I tried to punch his arms away but he was
too strong. At first I couldn’t breath, it felt like my throat was
sealed shut, then the pain started to set in, finally the blackness
started to come. Then out of the blue I heard him yell in pain when I
see Anna smacking him with a pipe. He flew backwards letting go of
me, I catched my breath and got up. I looked towards Anna to tell
her,
“Anna!”
But
before I could finish what I was saying I was kicked down the stairs
as a force of strength booted me down it. I was in tremendous pain
but was able to get up, I looked up the stairs to see Anna close by.
“Sofia!
Run!”
BANG!
I
saw a bullet placed into her head as she fell to the ground dead. I
saw her eyes close before me as she fell to the ground. I moved what
worked in my body and I ran all the way home as fast as I could. I
never left the restaurant for months. Both of my parents went into a
depression as well as me, I stopped eating and even almost starved
myself to death as I felt responsible for her death.
Then
was the day Nikolai came to the restaurant. When Ivan first told me
someone wanted to talk to me I wanted to know why he isn’t just a
customer. Then I knew he was more than just some guy when he pulled
his gun on me. I had heard of The Red Rebels before by drunks coming
into my bar and even Yuri’s people coming into my bar. Then when he
explained to me I took an interest into him, and decided that he
would be much use to me. And now that I know that Yuri is in charge,
I want his head.
Chapter
8: The Journey To Hell
Me
and Sofi finished up our conversation and her history with Yuri. Me
and my people herded out of the restaurant as I talked to Sofi.
“You
need to be careful.” She told me.
“I
can’t promise I will, but I’ll try my hardest.” I said to her.
She
went to look at me dead in the eyes to tell me one last thing,
“Listen,
when you see Yuri, make sure he suffers.”
She
leaned in and gave me a long kiss, her lips tasted like my dad’s
homemade bread. I felt something when she did that, something I knew
I wouldn’t feel for a very long time. She leaned away and walked
back into the restaurant, hoping to see her face again in the future.
Once I couldn’t see her I turned north, towards where my journey
lies ahead.
“So
is she not coming with us?” Jonas asked.
I
looked towards him to answer, “No, she must stay to watch the
place.”
We
went north, we travelled the ten miles towards the most dangerous
place in the world north of the hemisphere. There we didn’t
encounter much, and saw stalkers of all kinds, but they were smart
enough not to mess with a group of 11 people. We mostly just saw the
beautiful nature for large portions of the trip. The tall, brown,
strong trees. Along with grass that is as tall as short buildings,
and are as thick as logs. The most interesting thing that happened
while we were walking was Jonas tripped over a rock and spilled his
whiskey.
When
we arrived my estimate was correct, their base was made and isn’t
built off any pre-war base. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t well
guarded. Their base was shaped like an L with two runways. With a
square, wooden hanger by the middle. All around there were houses all
along the base. It may have been midnight but they had plenty of
spotlights around to make the whole base light up. We were up on a
cliff facing the whole base, with a clear view to just about
everything. I opened up my backpack and got out a pair of binoculars,
I never had any use for them until now. I looked towards the hanger
with the binoculars to see the bomber plane was parked inside of it.
There
were people moving in and out of the plan moving what seemed to be
bombs. They all seemed to be in a rush, like something will happen if
they don’t get what they need to do. Their walls around the base
were surrounded by 5 people on each long side of the base, so about
20. There is no possible way we can take them directly in a full on
assault. We would need to scout the place for possible entryways or
rat holes to get into the base.
So
that’s what we did, for a few hours we went around the whole place
from the distance to find any entryways to get into without being
detected, and we found two. One way located close to the hanger, a
little ditch sitting underneath the main fence that surrounded the
whole place, which is just made of sheet metals that were 10 metres
tall. The second one was located by where most of the wooden houses
were. A man-made sewer tunnel to deal with the plumbing I suppose. So
one hour before the sun rose, we created a plan.
Me,
Dimitri, and Jonas were to go underneath the fence by the hanger.
There we would plant explosives Jonas picked up from the apartments
while he was drunk, set the timer on it, and blow up the plan. Right
before that would happen, 4 others and my Mom will sneak their way
into the sewage tunnel and get into a house. There they would light
it ablaze causing a commotion among the place, then as everyone is
trying to deal with the fire, we predict that the hanger would be
more empty and we can plant the explosives on the plane. The rest
stay and fire from a distance while the battle goes on.
“Okay,
everything here seems good.” I stated, “Are there any questions?”
Dimitri spoke up, “Yes, if we all get split up where do we go?” I
thought for a moment, where could we all go that we would be safe?
“The restaurant.” I declared, “That’s where we’ll all
meet.”
I
picked up my guns and backpacks and said to the rest of the group,
“Everyone, if I don’t see you after this. It’s been nice
knowing all of you.”
Chapter
9: Rats
The
three of us crawled like snakes towards the fence. We moved when the
wind was moving, which was quite frequent. Once we got to the fence
we stayed low and crouched, and waddled across the end fence and
around towards the hanger. In the process Dimitri was telling me and
Jonas stories.
“This
reminds me of the Siege of Stalingrad.” He stated, “We moved
around buildings to try to flank the Germans. I worked about half of
the time, the other half we got shot at and had to retreat.”
We
had to tell him to shush everytime. There have been times where I
felt like I would die if I kept listening to his stories, now I might
actually die.
After
almost dying repeatedly we finally reached the hole under the fence.
“It’s
tight but it’s doable.” Jonas said, he looked towards Dimitri and
they both started quietly laughing. I never got why they were
laughing.
We
got through underneath the fence and were surrounded by a bunch of
building materials like bricks, wood, and even concrete. It was
perfect cover for getting to the hangar. The hangar itself was only
about 25 metres away. We moved from cover to cover even though the
nearest person was at the hangar before Jonas stopped us part way
through.
“Guys.”
He said, “Someone needs to help lead the way for the assault once
dawn comes.”
I
was confused, “What do you mean?” I asked him.
He
got up close to me and put his hand on my shoulder to tell me,
“They
need to get in the base somehow. I brought an extra charge with me to
destroy part of the whole wall at the end of the runway. I need you
to take the other charge and blow up that plane.”
He
handed me the charge and his flask of whiskey he always carried with
him. He turned around and started moving back to the hole. I had to
ask him one last question.
“Jonas!”
He turned back towards me, “What if you die?”
He
gave a calm smile before telling me, “Then I died how I wanted to.
A hero that was a complete mess.” He turned back around and started
moving, I almost shed a tear.
But
there was no time to cry, we had to blow up a plane. We continued to
move towards the hangar and noticed a back door towards it. We made
our way to it and slowly opened up the creaky door. Inside we saw men
moving in and out moving bombs into the plane and on the wings of it,
we had to wait as the fire hadn't started yet. But once it did, it
did more than I had hoped for.
The
fire not only burnt up one building, but several. People everywhere
started running towards the houses, giving us the chance to get to
the bomber. We both got inside of the hangar and checked to see if it
was clear, it was. Then we quietly shut the door behind so no one can
get in. We turned our attention towards the plane and started moving
towards the plane. Then we both heard a hammer on a gun being pulled
back.
“Put
your hands where I can see them.”
It
was Yuri.
Chapter
10: Red Dawn
Yuri
made us get on our knees with our hands up in the middle of the
hangar. He had both of us at gunpoint and if we did anything we would
die. He kept asking us the same question,
“Where’s
the rest?”
We
kept silent everytime he asked.
“Where’s
the rest?”
He
got up close to me ear to ask me, “If you don’t tell me where
they are I will kill all of them.”
I
looked up at them to ask, “Hey Yuri, what time is it?”
He
looked confused, but he knew the answer, “10 minutes from dawn.”
I
started to laugh, it was a hysterical laugh, something even I found
disturbing, but still funny.
“What’s
so funny?” He asked.
“If
it’s 10 minutes from dawn then it’s already too late.”
I
don’t know exactly what happened in Yuri, but I know fear had
settled in him. He told a guard to watch us while he goes into the
plane through its cargo door. We can’t do anything or we’d be
dead, all we had to do was wait for the opportunity.
We
waited for about 2 minutes when Yuri suddenly came back, and once he
did we heard two gunshots coming from where Jonas was supposed to be.
Then
suddenly we heard the same phrase being yelled along the wall by
guards. Each of them yelling, “1-42!”
It
kept going until Yuri heard it loud and clear. He looked at the both
of us and bragged,
“You
know what that means? It means somebody was by the fence and is now
dead.”
Jonas
was dead, and all I can do is hope he went to do what he needed to.
“Well,
that doesn't matter too much.” I stated, “Even if Jonas died, you
can’t stop them all.”
Then
I broke him, he ran up the bomber and I heard him telling the pilot
to start the plane. He ran back out to confront us.
“What
in Stalin’s name is going?” He asked.
“What
is going on…” Dimitri started, he stood up and put his hands
down, “Is that this whole place will succumb to an army of people.
And you can’t do anything about i-”
Yuri
then shot Dimitri in the chest. He fell to the ground, I couldn’t
do anything or I’d get shot too.
Then
Yuri went and yelled at everyone in the hangar, “Everybody get on
the fence and watch for anyone! You two come with me!” He pointed
to two other guards who followed him onto the plane. One of them went
to ask, “What about the boy?”
Yuri
yelled back, “Forget him, let’s go.”
They
ran onto the plane which then started to move slowly. I turned my
attention to Dimitri, he was bleeding out and I knew I couldn’t
save him.
“Dimitri,
I’m sorry for all of this.”
He
looked at me with a smile of confidence, but he needed to say one
last thing to me.
“Promise
me you’ll kill him. I want to die knowing me and your father didn’t
die for nothing.”
I,
with tears in my eyes, went to keep his promise.
“I
promise Dimitri, I promise that he will be dead.”
He
leaned up and got in close to me to say one last thing,
‘Then
go and get him.”
I
stood up straight, looked towards the plane which had only moved
about 10 metres. And I started running towards it.
BOOM!
He
did it, Jonas set the explosive down and activated it. The fence that
was touched by the explosive crumbled to the ground like it was wet
paper. Then I started seeing them, what looked to be a horde of
people coming through. Ranging from all types of stalkers, but mostly
Sofi’s guards with machine guns. Right behind all them I saw the
beauty of dawn. The sun was as large as I’ve ever seen it, with red
spewing all across the sky. It was the most beautiful thing I have
ever seen.
The
sun didn’t stop me from running, the plane started to pick up speed
and I suddenly saw two people step onto the cargo door still dragging
along the ground. I got out my revolver and pulled the hammer back,
they started shooting at me but weren’t accurate, I was. Each time
I pulled the trigger one man fell dead and onto the runway.
Once
it was clear I used my legs to the full capacity to jump onto the
cargo door. I barely made it the plane, and then the plane started
going up. If I had been one second late I would’ve missed it. I
looked down to see the horde of people coming onto the runway, and I
shouldn’t have. As Yuri was pointing his gun right at my head.
“Look
at what you did.” He stated, “The chaos you brought to my place,
you’re gonna be responsible for the deaths of hundreds of people.”
How
could I? Some would die but there aren’t hundreds here.
“How?”
I asked.
He
put his gun down and walked down the plane. I turned around to see
boxes, they were all filled with food and water. Not a single
explosive in sight.
“I
know you’re gonna kill me.” He claimed, “You thought this plane
had only explosives, and you are right. But you’re thinking for the
wrong reason. See I may be crazy, but I’m still human. All of these
foods are going to a village that is in need, their people are
starving and dying. And the bombs? We were going to destroy a raider
base south of Chernobyl, they were responsible for the destruction of
the city underground.”
I
pointed at my revolver at him and said, “You killed my father!”
He
responded, “Yes, and I did act a bit immature of what I said, but
I’m not lying when I said he attacked me.”
I
raged at him and claimed, “You’re lying!”
He
nodded no, “I’m sorry but I’m not. I hardly ever lie, the only
time I lied to you was when I said if you did anything at the
restaurant you’d be blown up. I lied because I was by myself, with
no one with me. I only did it for my protection.”
He
kept on rambling, “You know when your father said that a raider
group was to attack The Harlingtons? Yeah he was lying, he only said
that so he could ally himself with them. The raider group? The
village this plane is heading towards.”
I
needed to ask him, “How do you know all this?”
He
gave me a not so good look and told me.
“Because
I knew your father, I knew him since even before the war, and he’s
always been the same. A lying, manipulative, garbage man.”
I
shot him right in the shoulder. He fell to the ground groaning in
pain. I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the cargo door,
I looked out and saw something I’ve never seen before. We were
above the clouds, it was all blue everywhere, and the clouds looked
like white puffs of a cigarette. I noticed a slight lack of air but
was still breathable. It was strange, but pretty.
“What
about that time you killed that young girl about 7 years ago?” I
asked him.
He
put his hands up and told me, “At that time my wife had just been
killed. I was confused and had gone crazy. Since that day, I have
only tried to help people. I got a bunch of people together and
worked to help only those in need. This here was supposed to be our
biggest project yet. And you messed it all up.”
He
got up on his knees and sat right on the edge of the cargo door. I
decided to get out my shotgun and point it at him, I pulled both the
hammers back on it.
“That
shotgun.” Yuri said, “I recognize that writing on it.”
I
looked at the writing, I never understood what it said, but I needed
to know.
“What
does it say?” I asked him.
He
looked at it for a moment before telling me, “It says “I am the
captain of my soul”, it’s based on this old English poem from the
1800’s. I don’t remember most of it, all I remember is that line
and the one before it.”
“Which
is?”
He
told me, “I am the master of my fate. And I guess that describes
you now. You’re in charge of your own fate, and you get to decide
what happens with your soul.”
We
both remained quiet for a moment before he asked me, “Say, I never
actually learned your name.”
I
decided to tell him, “Nikolai Petrov.”
Yuri
just sat there calmly and said to me, “Thank you. Oh, and tell your
girlfriend I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”
I
put my finger on the trigger, then I slowly started to squeeze the
trigger.
BANG!
Yuri’s
body fell dead off the plane, it flew not like a bird, but a dead
bird. It glided into the clouds and disappeared, never to be seen
again.
“I
am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”
Fin
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