story thing

Okay, here we go… time for our Stal/k/er side to come alive
..again…

You seat yourself down at the campfire amongst the other stalkers. There is a strong, piercing feeling that you are being watched, but you shrug it off. There is a scientist, a couple of Freedom soldiers and a handful of other loners. But there is someone special as well. Everyone else has noticed too. Dressed in black, but with enough white to not be Duty. Not ragged, beat, and unkempt to have lived in the Zone for long. Armed with a strange looking weapon. She sits at the far end, in the corner of the decrepit house. It is silent, save for the campfire and the occasional animal or insect. Finally the scientist speaks, breaking the silence. He tells everyone, "If anyone is headed north, east, or south, there is only wasteland and dying towns." He sits down. "That's just my two bits." Another bout of silence. One of the Freedom soldiers nudges his partner. He speaks, "We are from the west, at the least, there is proper shelter." The two of them go back to smoking their strange cigars. The loners all go about their business.

The fumes make you dizzy, you move away. Coincidentally, it leads you right to the girl. You sit a respecting distance from her. The feeling comes around, but stronger. The night passes on. The Freedom soldiers tell everyone they are on their way back. The scientist and some loners go to join them. Only you, the girl and two loners are left. "I know that cloak," you hear a voice tell you. You turn left then right. Was that the girl? You look at her, she is looking intently right at you.

"It once belonged to a friend of mine."

Anonymous  [74.14.159.236] 09/20/14 (Sat) 08:46:05 No.14>>15
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"So you know this cloak?" you ask her. She nods. You recount how you got this. The night spent with the girl who played your guitar becomes vivid in your head. You can still remember the notes and the chords. "I met a girl a long time ago," you say, "she was young, short reddish hair." The girl nods, she must know her. "She played a beautiful song on my guitar," and you motion to the old, beat up six string. "She said that song and this cloak belonged to her friend. Her friend is gone now, so she says. I fell asleep at my campfire and woke up with the cloak as my blanket. There was no trace of the girl. To this day I still look for her." You look at the campfire with longing as you tell her this.

You turn back to her, she is still looking at you. "So, why are you out in the Zone?"

Anonymous  [74.14.159.236] 09/20/14 (Sat) 08:58:11 No.15>>16
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She tells you in a quiet voice, a voice that is soft to listen to but strong that her words resonate with you. "I'm a bounty hunter. With all the bandits here, some people are willing to keep the peace in their settlements by placing rewards on the heads of people who cause them trouble." She looks down at her feet. "It's something I've been doing for a very long time, even before the Zone expansion, even before it tainted the Grimm, even before it destroyed my home. There were people I associated with who had been doing it for years. They brought me into it ever since I was young. You could say I was born into it." You nod respectfully, listening to her story. "So this is my bread and butter. I apprehend those with worth to stay alive and hopefully earn a living. I no longer have any ammo for my gun, so all that is left is my shadow and my blade." You look over to her weapon, some kind of machete? The handle of it looks like a pistol, but none like you've ever seen.
"So I take it you wish to stock? Then why do you not do so in market? Do you wish to trade here?" and you dig your hands to your vest pockets.
"No no, its not like your weapons." This was good, you forgot you used up the nugget food on bandits and bloodsuckers.

Then you become curious.