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06-02-2008, 12:34 PM
(http://youtube.com/watch?v=T8YluAMCRT8 listen to wail reading prelude.)
Prelude: My name is Vladamir Raikov a former member of Spetsnaz, a special forces unit in the Russian Military. In the year 2012 a massive infection spread across the world. This "virus" made people crazed, and gave them a canabalistic hunger.....it turned them into "zombies". The paranoid governments of the world beleived the other nations to have used a new type of bio-weapon. The tension built untill the nations launched nuclear missiles. This was a bad move on everyones part. Not only did it reduce Earth's population to a few thousand, but the nuclear radiation mutated most of earth's wildlife and the zombies. These zombies gained new abilities, such as tramendous strength, and acid-like spit. When the nukes hit, a few of my comrades and I sought refuge in an old fallout shelter. One was a gear head and managed to make us custom enviornmental suits. (example of the style: http://www.marnscda.com/downloads/NerdsGM/wallpaper_killzone_06_1024.jpg) Over five years, the friends that followed me into the fall out shelter were killed off. The year is 2017. I've wandered upon the old Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. This is where my story begins.
(http://youtube.com/watch?v=1cyQQlHPtmU listen to wail reading chapter 1)
Chapter One
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I slowley walked through a field of tall pale green grass that reached my hip. My AK-47u was at the ready. 100 yards infront of me was a place that looked like a bombed out nuclear power plant. The old Chernobyl Nuclear plant? I can find refuge for the night there. I slowley trudged through the grass, taking my time, and scanning for an ambush. To my left, the grass suddenly shifted. I turned and raised my AK, sweat trickled down my forehead under my gas mask. The waiting seemed to last for hours, though only a few seconds had passed.
Suddenly, crows flew out of the grass, and into the white clowd-filled sky. I lowered my rifle as they flew out of sight over the nearby tree tops. I sighed a sigh of releif, and continued on toward the power plant. Once I reached the plant, I heard a familure sound......silence. I had grown acustomed to the eerie silence. I walked into the plant, and entered what looked like an old office. There was a rotten desk, and an old torn leather chair behind it. On the wall hung pictures of workers, what looked like a family, and some type of diploma. I heard rusteling behind the desk, and readied my SMG at my hip. A deformed rat scurried from behind the desk.
I slowly stepped to the side of the desk, my gun fixed by my hip. Behind the desk was a body. It was long decomposed, and looked to have small bite marks on it. The rat had been feeding on him. I could make out a bullet hole through the side of the mans head, and saw a pistol in the mans hand. He killed himself when the nukes hit? Smart bastard....... I slinged my rifle, and chrouched down next to the body. I looked closely at the pistol and noticed it was a 45. like my side arm, it was covered in rusty blood to such an extent that it rendered the pistol itself useless. I took the pistol from the dead mans hand, and removed the clip from it. Empty....figures.
I tossed the pistol and the clip away, and grabbed the old leather chair near the body. I dragged it over to me, and sat down in it. I glanced at the Geiger Counter hanging off my suit, and realized that the area was safe to remove my mask. I took my mask off and stuffed it in my black knap-sack. My face was covered in sweat. I realized that I had left the office door open, and walked over to it and shut it. I then dragged the old wooden desk to the door and flipped it onto its side and placed it lengthwise against the door making a barricade. This will have to do for now. I sat back down in the chair, and closed my eyes.
Prelude: My name is Vladamir Raikov a former member of Spetsnaz, a special forces unit in the Russian Military. In the year 2012 a massive infection spread across the world. This "virus" made people crazed, and gave them a canabalistic hunger.....it turned them into "zombies". The paranoid governments of the world beleived the other nations to have used a new type of bio-weapon. The tension built untill the nations launched nuclear missiles. This was a bad move on everyones part. Not only did it reduce Earth's population to a few thousand, but the nuclear radiation mutated most of earth's wildlife and the zombies. These zombies gained new abilities, such as tramendous strength, and acid-like spit. When the nukes hit, a few of my comrades and I sought refuge in an old fallout shelter. One was a gear head and managed to make us custom enviornmental suits. (example of the style: http://www.marnscda.com/downloads/NerdsGM/wallpaper_killzone_06_1024.jpg) Over five years, the friends that followed me into the fall out shelter were killed off. The year is 2017. I've wandered upon the old Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. This is where my story begins.
(http://youtube.com/watch?v=1cyQQlHPtmU listen to wail reading chapter 1)
Chapter One
-------------------------------
I slowley walked through a field of tall pale green grass that reached my hip. My AK-47u was at the ready. 100 yards infront of me was a place that looked like a bombed out nuclear power plant. The old Chernobyl Nuclear plant? I can find refuge for the night there. I slowley trudged through the grass, taking my time, and scanning for an ambush. To my left, the grass suddenly shifted. I turned and raised my AK, sweat trickled down my forehead under my gas mask. The waiting seemed to last for hours, though only a few seconds had passed.
Suddenly, crows flew out of the grass, and into the white clowd-filled sky. I lowered my rifle as they flew out of sight over the nearby tree tops. I sighed a sigh of releif, and continued on toward the power plant. Once I reached the plant, I heard a familure sound......silence. I had grown acustomed to the eerie silence. I walked into the plant, and entered what looked like an old office. There was a rotten desk, and an old torn leather chair behind it. On the wall hung pictures of workers, what looked like a family, and some type of diploma. I heard rusteling behind the desk, and readied my SMG at my hip. A deformed rat scurried from behind the desk.
I slowly stepped to the side of the desk, my gun fixed by my hip. Behind the desk was a body. It was long decomposed, and looked to have small bite marks on it. The rat had been feeding on him. I could make out a bullet hole through the side of the mans head, and saw a pistol in the mans hand. He killed himself when the nukes hit? Smart bastard....... I slinged my rifle, and chrouched down next to the body. I looked closely at the pistol and noticed it was a 45. like my side arm, it was covered in rusty blood to such an extent that it rendered the pistol itself useless. I took the pistol from the dead mans hand, and removed the clip from it. Empty....figures.
I tossed the pistol and the clip away, and grabbed the old leather chair near the body. I dragged it over to me, and sat down in it. I glanced at the Geiger Counter hanging off my suit, and realized that the area was safe to remove my mask. I took my mask off and stuffed it in my black knap-sack. My face was covered in sweat. I realized that I had left the office door open, and walked over to it and shut it. I then dragged the old wooden desk to the door and flipped it onto its side and placed it lengthwise against the door making a barricade. This will have to do for now. I sat back down in the chair, and closed my eyes.