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    Honestly fuck whoever invented internet timers. My parents love to use them, and due to my dad thinking my gaming is out of control and that I should get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep in order to be a productive member of society (), I can kiss my connectivity goodbye at 10:30 PM for the foreseeable future. He refuses to budge on the issue, with a "my way or the highway fuck you I'm right and you're wrong" attitude about the whole thing. My roleplay and streaming have been all but murdered by this as a result. He doesn't care, of course. All he wants is for me to get eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, and for that to happen I have to be in bed by 11:00, according to him. It's nonsense of course, but he's the most stubborn person I have ever met. As a result, I have been forced into a hiatus until I figure this out. I don't want to take a hiatus, but with the limit being what it is I wont be able to get anything properly roleplayed out until then. It fucking kills me that I'm missing story and rp. Until I square this nonsense away, I'll be on Discord and the forums.
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    Sudden inability to use Discord on my old ass phone (since the 'last compatable update' is giving me nothing but an instant crash while trying to load) means a lot more browsing the QRP site, since I can't access the damned discord app when I'm off my laptop. For the next while folks, just keep in mind that anything asked on Discord, or with me tagged, won't be something I can see until I'm at my computer desk!
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    This is the full extended backstory for Sergei Zerenov. I decided to write this in my spare time and it's nowhere near done, however I feel like it could still be shared to see if anyone likes it. If anyone takes the time to read it, give me some good, honest feedback in the comments. Forsaken Prologue: His screams echoed throughout the empty house. He awoke staring into the darkness, the 1911 he kept under his pillow firmly in his hand. Sergei sighed as he dropped the pistol back into its concealment, burying his head in his hands. It had been forty years since the outbreak, and it’s subsequent eradication fourteen years after the initial outbreak. It was the year 2066, twenty six years after the cure of the infection. Twenty six years after the eradication of hell on earth. Sergei pushed his old, frail, eighty six year old body from his bed. Glancing to the clock, it was four AM. Three hours of sleep. A new record, he thought to himself as he rose from bed. He walked to the closet and pulled on a simple plaid shirt and jeans before walking out into the kitchen, his weak, frail legs seeming to hardly support his body. He prepared his breakfast and sat at the table. Eating quietly he stared around at the barren walls of his restored home. The home of his childhood, parenthood, and now, his elder years. The walls of his home lacked any pictures of hist past, either destroyed during the outbreak, or taken down, the memory too painful for the old, grizzled veteran. A knock at the door interrupted his early, meager breakfast. This early? Come on. “Come back later!” He yelled to the door in Chernarussian. The incessant knocking continued. “God dammit, go away!” The knocking grew to pounding on the door. Sergei growled and pushed himself to his feet, shambling to the door. “God dammit, what the fu-” Sergei cut himself off as he opened the door. “...Erin?” The man before him wasn’t young. Far younger than Sergei, but not young. His face was scarred horribly, his right eye replaced with glass, the flesh around it torn and scarred. He walked with a slight limp, his age getting to him as it does Sergei. They both knew they had lived lifetimes longer than anyone else. “Hey Sergei...been a while hasn’t it?” Without another word, the frail old man rushed forward and held Erin in as tight of an embrace as he could muster. “Holy shit...I thought you were dead.” Erin chuckled, “I told you. I’d be waiting for you when you got back.” “Come in, sit, let’s talk.” Erin walked into the house and sat at the table across from Sergei. He poured his old friend a drink and sat down with his breakfast. “So, where have you been all this time?” Sergei’s old raspy voice inquired. “Well, after you and Sarah left for Takistan, spent a good bit of time protecting Selina, but...well...let’s just say she should’ve been here with me.” Sergei nodded somberly, saddened by the thought of his old friend. “What about you?” Erin asked. Sergei leaned back from his food and folded his arms, “It’s...a long story. I’d have to start at the beginning.” “I’ve got time.” “Right… Forty years ago…” Chapter 1: The drive home wasn’t long. The factory in Vybor, where Sergei worked, was not far from his home in Zelenogorsk. He had lived in this Chernarussian town with his daughter for years. They lived in his old, childhood home that he had inherited and fixed up once his parents passed on. He was a single parent, as his wife had died birthing his daughter, Sarah. Before taking the job at the factory in Vybor, Sergei spent the last few years raising his daughter, living off his veteran paychecks. He knew he couldn’t live like this forever, and when his daughter was 8, he got the job at the factory. The job didn’t pay well, but it was the best he could get, and his veteran checks kept him and his daughter living a comfortable life. The drive was never long, and it was worth it to keep his daughter happy. He had been working there for almost 4 years. That day however, it wasn’t the drive that was long, it was the walk. As Sergei drove home he listened to the radio. Local news was constantly blaring about a disease outbreak from Africa, and he had been focused on its development since it was first discovered. The outbreak had spread through parts of Chernarus and several towns had been evacuated and quarantined, and talks of Safe zones being established in case of total collapse of Chernarus had been circulating, however nothing had been confirmed yet. As Sergei passed through Sosnovka, a town just north of Zelenogorsk, the radio cut out. Local radio had been patchy for the last few weeks, and Sergei payed this little mind, as he was close to home, close to being with his daughter. However, as he came in eyesight of his home town, something made his blood go cold. Black pillars of smoke rose from several buildings in the town. He could see people running haphazardly in every which way down various streets. It almost looked like some were chasing each other down. Worried for his daughter, Sergei sped up, desperately trying to reach home. As he began to pull into town however, a car came flying from a side street and smashed into his car, rolling it onto its side. Sergei was thrown to the side of his car and stunned for several minutes, however he remained conscious. After he had recovered, he kicked out his front windshield, crawling out over the glass and stumbling too his feet. He was fortunate enough to have no broken limbs, but he had several cuts and bruises all over his body. He limped around to the other side of the car to see the driver, only to find his corpse smashed through the windshield. Sergei pulled his phone out, only to find no reception. Turning to look down the road, Sergei was stunned. Corpses lined the streets being ripped apart and eaten by, what he thought were other people. These “people” were covered in blood and chased down others, tackling them to the ground to be feasted upon. Sergei quickly returned to his car and grabbed a pistol he kept in the glove box. He ensured there was a round chambered before sticking it between his belt. He had to get home to his daughter. Crouching behind the car, Sergei snuck back into an ally, trying to remain undetected by the “people” in the streets. Carefully moving back, he cracked opened a door which lead into a local pub. Peering through, he checked to see that the room was clear before opening the door and moving inside. The pub had been ransacked. Shelves behind and under the bar were completely clean of alcohol and several glasses were smashed over the ground. Sneaking around the bar, Sergei was briefly surprised to see a corpse lying in the center of the main area of the pub. Sergei was no stranger to death, his time in the military ensured this, however he was taken aback by the gruesome state the body was in. His torso was torn open, and entrails and blood were strewn about the area next to him. A black and red bite mark was prominent on his neck, and there were several scratches along his arms. Sergei noticed a relatively undamaged bag on the mans back. Thinking ahead, Sergei reached down and unclipped the undamaged strap along the mans destroyed chest, and took the backpack off of him. Stepping back, he checked inside. There were several cans of beans and peaches, along with several bottles of beer and vodka. At the bottom he found a knife, a box of matches, and a small plastic bottle. Sergei zipped the bag up and slung it on his back before slipping out the front of the pub. Looking down the street to his left, he saw several more of the diseased people chasing down other people, frantically looking for a way to escape. Sergei drew his pistol, but did not fire, sneaking across the street and through the lobby of an office building out into a small lot behind the building. Moving around the back onto the western outskirts of town, Sergei followed a small ditch that lead down towards his home. This was a safe route to his home, as there were none of the diseased along the ditch. Eventually, the ditch veered off into the woods, and Sergei snuck back into the town. Fortunately, he was only a block away from his home. Following the street, Sergei abandoned stealth and jogged down the road. This proved to be a bad idea, as for the first time he came face to face with one of the diseased. The creature before him was once a man, but was now a disfigured, terribly wounded creature. Blood dripped from its mouth, several fresh, deep cuts ran into its arms, legs, and torso. Its hands were dripping with blood and entrails. It’s skin was very dark, and its veins were blackened. Black bile ran from its eyes and the corner of its mouth, and yellowish pustules were prominent around its neck and arms. Instinctively, Sergei raised his pistol, but he held his fire. This didn’t last as the creature soon rushed him in an attempt to scratch and bite at Sergei’s arm. He jammed the barrel of his Makarov PM into its mouth and pulled the trigger. The .380 ACP round blew through the back of its head, and the creature dropped to the ground. Sergei knew immediately, he had to get home. He sprinted down the road, rounded the bend, and sprinted straight to his house. The front door was open, and he could hear screaming from the second floor. Sergei ran upstairs to find one of the diseased banging at a door, and his daughter screaming on the other side. Sergei ran up and pressed his pistol to the creatures temple, blowing its brains over the wall. He called to his daughter, in Chernarussian, on the other side. “Sarah! Open the door!” “Papa!” Sarah opened the door and sprinted into Sergei’s arms. Tears streaked down her face as he held her tight. “Papa, what’s happening? I heard the car crashes and people screaming outside, then that man came in and chased me up here!” “I don’t know baby, but we can’t stay here. Get your things, only what’s important. Clothes, food, water, and stuff it into your school bag. Get as much as you can. We’re getting out of here.” She hesitated for a moment before nodding and heading back into her room. Sergei went into his office and started to take his things. He grabbed a second gun from his desk, a 1911 with a few extra mags and a box of ammo. He also grabbed his old military ID and stuffed it into his wallet. He grabbed a heavy coat off a rack in the corner and ran to his bedroom. He grabbed various bits of clothing that he might need and stuffed it into the pack. He ran downstairs and grabbed all the canned food he could. Beans, peaches, bacon, soda’s, water. He grabbed a spare box of matches from a drawer in the kitchen, and a hunting knife from a closet where they kept their camping gear. He took a sleeping bag and used bungie cables to strap it to his bag and an emergency radio. When Sarah came downstairs, he told he to do the same. After looking around his home for a final time, he grabbed his daughter's hand, and led her out into the woods along the outskirts of town. Chapter 2: Sergei and Sarah had been hiding in the woods for hours. Sergei’s watch had been broken in the crash, but he estimated that it had been about six to seven hours since they had escaped. About three hours ago, they heard automatic gunfire and explosions begin to ring out. The military had scrambled a force to push the infected back. The gunfire began to die out an hour ago, and now helicopters were flying over the town, blaring instructions, “To all citizens of Zelenogorsk, make your way to the military depot on the south side of town for temporary security until transfer to an established safe zone. Have a form of identification prepared.” Sergei looked to his daughter, who had managed to fall asleep over all the gunfire. He watched her side rhythmically rise and fall to her breaths. A small flower grew next to her head, blowing about gently to her breaths. Sergei stood and moved towards her, as the flower was blown off the stem by her breaths. He rubbed her shoulder to wake her up, “Get your things, we’re going back in.” Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise, her deep blue eyes looked tired, but also scared. “Back in? Why?” “The military has a safe zone set up, it’s more safe than out here.” Sarah paused for a moment before nodding and packing up her bag. Sergei checked his magazine. Over the last few hours, he has had to kill a few infected who wandered out of the town and to his camp. He had two spare magazines in the M1911 and four out of the seven total rounds in the magazine loaded. He ejected the half empty mag and replaced it with a fresh one, storing the half empty one in his pocket. He rolled his sleeping bag and strapped it to his pack, slung the pack over his shoulder, and waited for his daughter to get ready. While being only twelve years old, his daughter was already a young woman. She was a top student in school, and out of school she was always helping her father, and loved the outdoors. The two of them often backpacked out into the woods for camping. The problem was she was too innocent. Sergei knew that he would have to keep her close, not only because she was young and his daughter, but because she wouldn’t be able to kill one of these infected. Sergei still had the Makarov in his bag and he drew it out. Even if she wouldn’t use it, she should still have it in case. “Sarah, I need you to take this. You shouldn’t have to use it, but in case of emergency, you need it.” Sarah hesitated before reaching out to take it, but Sergei held it before letting her take it. “Emergencies only. Got it?” She nodded and Sergei let her take it. Sergei turned and led the way back towards the town, Sarah following close by. Where they were camped was not far from the depot, and they were quickly at the queue of entry. There were surprisingly few people trying to get in, and Sergei was quickly at the front of the line. A soldier approached them to check ID’s before entering the checkpoint. Sergei pulled out his former military ID and handed it to the man along with his drivers license. The soldiers eyes widened as he read the papers and he immediately snapped into a salute. “Major Zerenov, it’s an honor sir.” “At ease, I was discharged long ago.” “Changes nothing sir, right this way.” The soldier turned and led them into the checkpoint. The two were separated briefly as they were checked for bites and signs of infection, they were also searched for weapons, and both their guns were taken and stored. After being searched, they were lead into the depot. The depot was mostly empty, while there were many civilians inside the compound, there were far less than the population of Zelenogorsk. Small camping tents were pitched around the compound with men, women, and children gathered around barrel fires strewn around the compound. Soldiers patrolled the outskirts, and several guards stood outside the command building on the west side of the compound. There were two military barracks on the north side of the compound with one extra on the south side. The southern barracks had been selected for civilian usage, but it was mostly full. Few rooms weren’t in use. The soldier lead them into the Southern barracks and lead them into a room at the end of the barracks. The room was small, about 8 feet from wide and 10 feet deep. A bunk bed was on the north wall, with a locker on the south wall. Sergei put his bag in the locker as the soldier spoke. “It’s not much, but it’s something. The compounds CO would like to speak with you Lieutenant.” Sergei nodded and turned to Sarah. “Stay here, I won’t be long.” Sarah nodded and Sergei turned to follow the soldier. He was lead back through the compound and into the command building. The command building was also small, but bustling with activity. They passed a small cell and into a hallway that lead to the second floor. As they passed up the stairs, Sergei could hear Chernarussian voices on radio’s, calling for assistance and somewhere to transfer the civilians. Sergei was lead to an office with the compounds CO. He was sitting at a desk on the phone with the Chernarussian Defense Force command. Sergei caught the end of the conversation as he entered, “Yes sir, Myshkino camp. We’ll begin transporting that way at 06:00.” The officer hung up the phone and stood as Sergei entered. He noticed the patch on his jacket marked him as a Lieutenant. The man was far younger than Sergei, but old enough to have seen combat. The Lieutenant saluted Sergei as he entered/ “Major Zerenov, it’s an honor to meet you sir. I’m Lieutenant Nyshenkov.” “At ease. If a Lieutenant is running things around here, things must be bad.” The Lieutenant sat and spoke, clearly exhausted. “You could say that. Colonal Mikrev was taken out when we were trying to quarantine the infected. We were successful, but we lost a lot of good men.” Sergei grimaced at the thought of men dying to the infected, but quickly he banished the thought. “What did you call me here for? I’m no longer in service.” The Lieutenant sat back as he spoke. “I want to offer you a deal. Tomorrow we’re moving the civilians here to the base in Myshkino as a temporary holding until we can extract to Miroslavl at the south west evacuation sight near Kamenka. We will offer you and your daughter a helicopter extraction from Miroslavl if you help guard the convoy there. We could use someone of your stature helping us.” Without skipping a beat, Sergei took advantage of this offer. “I want my daughter to have a guard assigned to her in this compound. I want her in the command vehicle with us, and I want to be armed until the helicopter arrives. Those are my stipulations.” The Lieutenant responded almost immediately. “It will be done. You will have full access to the arsenal we have stored here. You won’t be in uniform, but we have some equipment you can use.” He signaled for the guard at the door. “Corporal, lead the Major to the armory.” Sergei nodded to the Lieutenant, who promptly responded with a salute. Sergei turned and followed the soldier out the door and downstairs. He lead him down the hall and into a heavily secured room. Inside there was a large stash of guns, ammo, and military grade equipment. Sergei began to pick out the gear he planned to use. He grabbed a black M65 Field Jacket off the wall, along with a black high capacity tactical vest. He grabbed a leg holster and put it on over his black work jeans. He took a pair of black military boots and replaced his old work boots. He pulled on a pair of black tactical gloves and put a pair of black aviators in his vest pocket. He then went to pick out his weapons. Sergei grabbed a sharp, serrated tactical knife and placed it into a concealed sheath in his boot. He then grabbed a suppressor and a universal tactical flashlight off a table and placed them in his vest. He planned to use these on his 1911 when he got it back. As he was looking over the vast selection of rifles, he remembered something. When he was discharged, his equipment was transferred to the Zelenogorsk Depot. After rummaging through the rifles, he found it. He found his SVD Dragunov sniper rifle. This was his primary weapon during his time in the military. He grabbed it and immediately went to gathering the rest of his equipment. When he was done, he came out of the room and was lead back to the barracks. When he got there, he saw a soldier standing outside of his room along with the Lieutenant. They both saluted, and Sergei began to speak, “Okay, that can stop. I’m not a Major anymore.” “Yes sir. I was just finishing up assigning Private Katrinkov to his new guard position.” Sergei nodded to the other soldier and stepped inside his room. He pulled a metal chair from the corner and sat down, resting his rifle in the locker. Sitting on the bottom bunk was Sergei’s 1911 and the Makarov he gave Sarah. He grabbed the pistol and screwed the suppressor on and clicked the flashlight into place, before placing it back in the locker with the rest of his gear. Sergei leaned back in the chair and sighed, thinking over what he signed up for. I promised myself I wouldn’t come back to this. And yet here I am. He looked over at his daughter, fast asleep on the top bunk of the bed. She was peaceful. Safe...relatively. He smiled as he stared over at her. It’s all for her I suppose. She needs to be safe. His thoughts were interrupted however, as an alarm blared. The Private burst into the room and spoke, waking up Sarah with a start. “That’s the perimeter alarm. The horde has broken loose!” Chapter 3: Sarah sat up, seemingly confused, scared, and exhausted all at the same time. She stared over at her father as he spoke, “What do you mean the horde has broken loose? They broke the quarantine?” The Private hastily replied. “Yes, they’ve escaped the barricades we had set up in the center of town. The guards we stationed there were overwhelmed and they are heading this way!” Sergei turned to his daughter and handed her the Makarov “Keep this. Only for emergencies. Private Katrinkov here is assigned to protect you.” Without waiting for a reply, Sergei turned and grabbed his SVD. He slammed a fresh mag into home and pulled back on the heavy bolt, cycling a new round. “Papa, please, stay with me!” Sarah cried out. “I’ll be right with you when this is done. Listen to Katrinkov, he’ll keep you safe.” With a piercing stare, he looked over to the Private. The Private spoke, stammering over his words. “Y-yes sir, she’ll be perfectly safe with me sir.” Sergei nodded to the boy and ran out the door. He could hear the constant ring of gunfire from down the road. He sprinted out the checkpoint and took up a position at an established firing line, firing out into the massive horde of infected heading their way. Round after round, Sergei dumped his mags into the infected horde, but every time one went down, more and more filled its place. Sergei heard his rifle click, and he reflexively hit the release, grabbed a mag, slammed it home, and cycled the bolt. The horde grew closer, the gunfire doing little to slow it. He reloaded again, and again, and again, round after round dumping into the horde. As he went to grab another mag, he glanced to his right, and saw men next to him being dragged into the horde. Sergei stood and backed towards the checkpoint, continuing his rhythmic firing and reloading. What remained of the detachment firing into the horde retreated likewise, slamming a gate to seal the checkpoint. Sergei reached down for a new magazine, only to find his mag pouches empty. He slung the rifle, and drew his pistol, continuing to fire into the crowd. He yelled over the constant groans of the infected and the gunfire of the men around him, “Are the civilians being extracted?” “They’re being evacuated from the train depot now, but there’s not enough room for all of them!” Sergei back peddled away from the gate as the horde began to pound on it. Almost immediately he heard chains tearing away. He ran back into the compound and saw a mass of civilians running for the train yard, desperate to be the first to get on the trains. Sergei scanned the crowd and spotted his daughter. The Private was noticeably missing as Sergei ran up and grabbed her. She had both their supply backs on, and as she handed his to him, he grabbed her in his arms and ran towards the train yard. Instead of running for one of the trains however, he ran past them and out a the back of the yard into the woods. He knew that the train wouldn’t escape. He knew that they were doomed. After they were far enough into the woods, Sergei let Sarah down and she finally spoke “Why did we not take the trains? Are we not safer with the military?” Sergei paused for a moment then replied, simplifying his words slightly. “That safe zone got taken over almost immediately after it got set up. They were accepting help from ordinary people. If it was this bad here, It will be just as bad anywhere else. We’re better on our own, or at least in a small group if we have to.” Sarah looked up at her father. She was clearly frightened, but still trying to be strong. Sergei took her hand and led her out into the woods. They walked for several hours, deeper into the Chernarussian wilderness. After a while, they set up a camp. At this point the moon was high in the sky. Sergei’s watch was broken but he estimated it was about 1 AM. Sarah was exhausted and almost immediately fell asleep. Sergei stayed awake for a while, staring up at the stars. Eventually, he drifted off, feeling himself fall into a dream. Chapter 4 Sergei awoke to the sound of the drill Sergeant yelling at them to get up. Sergei was almost immediately on his feet, equipping himself. He hastily pulled on his Urban Camouflage Gorka E. Military uniform and laced up his black boots, quickly standing out in front of his bunk in a stiff attention. As the last man lined up the Sarge walked down the line, inspecting each man, speaking in Chernarussian with a gruff voice, “Today at 12:00 hours, you will be put through tests of marksmanship. It’s time to find out if you maggots are worth the bullet the Russians will use to kill you.” As he passed Sergei he gave him a sharp glare. There was no doubt in the minds of anyone in the company that Sergei was the best shot, and the Sarge hated him for it. He had nearly doubled the company record held by the Sergeant in the pit, and nearly doubled the record of recorded moving target headshots. “You will report to the pit at 08:00 for advanced runs, at 10:00 hours you will run the course, and at 11:00 hours you will report to the firing range. Am I clear?” “Sir yes sir!” The company shouted in reply. “Damn right. Dismissed.” The soldiers all turned right face and jogged out of the barracks. They went straight to the cafeteria for breakfast, and were almost immediately heading to the pit. The day went quick for Sergei. He blew through the pit with ease, lead the company in the course, and was the first to assemble his SVD at the range. He had nearly an extra thirty minutes before testing began, giving him time to slow down and observe the area around him; and that’s when he spotted him. Across the yard he spotted a man dressed head to toe in black. He wore a black beret with a unique sigil at the forefront; a GP5 gas mask with a thinly painted red skull on the front, crossed with two combat knives. His jacket was a black M65 field jacket with the same sigil on the right shoulder, and his rank on the left, Major. Sergei identified the sigil almost immediately. It was the emblem of the Stalkers, an elite task force assembled in 1940. They were the most hardened and well trained soldiers the CDF had at their disposal. Rumor had it they were at the forefront of intelligence and assassination operations during World War Two, and often were sought after by the KGB. It didn’t take long for him to figure out why he was here. As Sergei spotted him, the Sarge marched over to Sergei, “Zerenov, what the hell do you think you’re gawking at? You’ll never be one of those men.” He picked up the SVD and examined it. “Hmph, got your shit done eh? Disassemble this weapon and reassemble it.” “Sir yes sir!” Sergei immediately began to disassemble the SVD, almost relieved to have something to do. Half an hour later, Sergei had just finished assembling the SVD once again when the Sergeant came around, next to him stood the Stalker. “Alright, this is Major Kerenov. Some of you might recognize the name, some of you might be more familiar if I put it straight out there, Stalkers. Today you will be assessed for your skills as a Marksmen. Your scores on your previous assessments were sent to the commanders of these men, and they sent the Major here to see it in person. Targets will be set to moving with civilian targets on the field. You have five minutes to prepare. Don’t fuck up.” Immediately the men set to work, ensuring their rifles were functioning properly, checking their zeroing, and some went to suck up to the Major. Sergei however, did none of these things. He went to his place on the range and observed. Civilians active, pace your shots. Assessments of this value will have targets at over 500 meters and up to 1000, coriolis effect should be noted at the higher end distances. Accuracy over speed, pace is important. The Sergeant’s call for a lineup interrupted Sergei’s thoughts, and he jogged back to the prep area, falling in line with the rest of the men. The Sergeant began calling names. “Kiraev, you’re up first!” Sergei knew Dmitri Kiraev. He was arrogant, and thought he was better than he was, and he hated Sergei more than anyone. The soldier walked forward with his rifle in hand, taking position at the firing platform. Sergei almost laughed as he saw his proned out stance. His feet idly lay in wherever was convenient, not supporting his position in the slightest. His arms lay out sideways, letting the rifle rest lower to the ground, almost using the magazine as a unipod. The only thing he got right was the rifles position. A buzzer went off as the assessment began. Surprisingly, Kiraev hit some of the targets, but at least two were civilians. In the end, he only had confirmed kills at 10 out of 30 and wounded at 5 out of 30 with three civilian casualties. Kiraev stood, poorly attempting to hide his anger as he walked off the field. Sergei zoned out, tuning his ears only to listen to names and scores. A name would be called, and a score would follow shortly afterwards. “Zeroshniik!...24 out of 30 confirmed kills. No civilian casualties.” “Androponov!...19 out of 30 confirmed. 2 civilian casualties.” “Zerenov! You’re up!” Hearing his name, Sergei snapped back to reality. He grabbed his rifle and pulled back on the heavy bolt of the rifle. He took up a position on the firing platform, setting his feet, holding the rifle close and tucked into place on his shoulder, resting on his elbows. He closed his eyes and exhaled, opening them as the buzzer went off. The first target popped, and Sergei identified it as a hostile at 500 meters. He quickly dispatched the metal foe with a headshot. The next to pop was a civilian at 800 meters. The process continued as such, some hostile targets appearing at close to 1200 meters, some appearing at 500. When his third 10 round mag emptied, he laid the rifle out next to him and stood, turning to listen to his score. He was surprised to hear the Major call it out. “28 out of 30 confirmed kills, 2 wounded. No civilian casualties...impressive Zerenov.” Sergei simply saluted and walked off the field. Chapter 5: One month. One month is all it took for the world to collapse. For the first week after Zelenogorsk, Sarah and Sergei listened to their emergency radio for information. The broadcasts were consistent at first. Updates about the rest of the world, safe zones, evac sites. Then countries started to fall. The infection originated in Africa and spread around the world. From Chernarus it spread through Russia into Europe. Countries fell one by one. America closed its borders and held strong, until it was just them and Britain left. Then an outbreak was reported in America. At the end of the week, the world collapsed, and the broadcasts were gone. Sergei and Sarah started to develop a routine after that. They would travel to various towns, scavenge for supplies, head back out into the woods, and then rest. During these breaks, Sergei taught Sarah various skills she could use if she was ever on her own. Snares, weapon maintenance, tracking, animal skinning, and other survival skills. Over the course of the month, The province of South Zagoria, where they lived, had devolved into a wasteland. Military presence was minimal, Few people were still alive, and the situation was dire over the entire world. Sergei and Sarah however, were doing better compared to most. His training helped keep them alive, and they were usually able to avoid the small groups of bandits that started turning up, until they went back to Zelenogorsk. They were sitting in camp, cleaning some of their weapons when Sarah asked her father about it. “Do you think there is anything left back home?” “Anything of use? I doubt it. Probably still some pictures and such left around though.” Sarah looked back down at the Makarov she was cleaning for a moment before looking back up and speaking, “Do you think we could go back and get some of them?” Almost immediately, Sergei replied. “I don’t think so. I’m certain the town is still full of infected, it would be too dangerous.” Sarah frowned and looked back down, returning to her work cleaning the gun. Sergei looked over at her, thinking the idea over in his head. After a while, Sergei finished assembling his SVD and turned to pack his things up. Sarah looked up at him, confused. “I thought we were staying here today?” “We were, then I thought I could use some pictures.” Sarah smiled up at him as he spoke. “Finish putting that together, quickly.” Sarah finished assembling her Makarov, put it on her belt, and turned to pack her stuff. Their camp was on top of a hill known as Dechina. The hill had a hiking trail that lead through it, overlooking a military base that survivors mostly referred to as either the VMC or the Vybor Military Compound. Sergei stood on a rock to the south which looked out over a vast field. At the far end of it, Green Mountain, a radio tower, stood. This tower was just east of Zelenogorsk. During the Civil War, he had spent time here, intercepting and decrypting chedaki communication. It was the closest he was ever stationed to home. His thoughts were interrupted by Sarah coming up next to him. Her gear was packed and on her back, and she was ready to go. Sergei lead the way down the hill, following the treeline down to a small side road that led across the field. They followed the road for a while, idly chatting. They reached green mountain and passed through the treeline at the foot of the mountain. Rounding the base of the mountain, they passed through an old summer camp, quickly dispatching the few infected that were there. Following a gutter that led away from the camp, they reached a small pond which overlooked Zelenogorsk. They stopped for a moment to fill their canteens at the pond, as Sergei spoke. “When we get in there, you stick to me like glue. We don’t know who might be in there, or how many infected are left.” “We’ve been doing this for a month dad, I know what to do.” “Then you know how dangerous it is in the larger cities. Like glue.” “Got it.” “Say it to me. Like glue.” “Like glue.” “Good. Then let’s go.” Sergei led the way down the hill, towards the main road leading into his home town. The same road he drove down from work a month before. To Sergei, that felt like years ago. He was stunned at how quickly the world fell to pieces. They crossed the road and followed the outskirts of the town into the gutter he took to make it home. Following the gutter, Sergei used melee weapons to take down the few infected that wandered too close. Coming out of the gutter and down an ally, Sergei peered around the corner and down the block, spotting his home down the street. At first, there was little sign of disturbance. There was signs of looting, but that’s how every home was now. After a more thorough inspection, he noticed the windows were boarded, and he spotted a barrel coming through the boards. He leaned back and whispered to Sarah, “We’re gonna have to go back around and come from another angle, follow me.” He led the way back into the gutter, and back the way they came a short distance. He led them back into the town and across the street, out of sight from the sniper in the window. Using more side streets, they ended up across from the ally they were hiding in before. “Wait here. I’m going to make sure this building is safe for you.” Sarah nodded as Sergei drew his pistol, opening a side door next to him and crossing into the building. This building was a two story pub and motel just across the street on the corner from their house. Sergei silently crept through the building. As he reached the staircase, he spotted a man standing guard in the main doorway to the building. Sergei snuck up behind him and wrapped his arm around his neck, covering his mouth, he strangled the man, leaving him unconscious. He dragged his body back into a side room, covering him with a blanket. Sergei didn’t want to kill anyone, as he didn’t know what kind of people they were. Above him, he could hear the creaking of footsteps on old wood. He crept silently up the stairs and spotted a man with a UMP. Sergei started to creep up on the man when he turned around suddenly and spotted Sergei. He yelled out and raised his SMG to fire. Sergei rolled into a room to the side. To hell with sparing them. He thought, ensuring there was a round chambered, he peaked around the corner and fired twice. The first shot caught the man in the leg, and the second hit him in the stomach. The powerful .45 ACP rounds knocked the man onto his back, causing him to drop the gun. Sergei leaned back around the corner and finished him off with a quick headshot. Abandoning stealth, he moved forward and grabbed the UMP off the man’s body. He checked the gun and laughed quietly to himself. He didn’t even chamber it. No wonder he didn’t fire back. Amateur bandits. Shouldn’t be too hard to deal with them. Clearing the rest of the building and moving the body out of the hall, Sergei went back outside and told Sarah to come in. He led her into a side room, one that didn’t have a body in it, and spoke. “These men aren’t gonna let us in. So I’m going to take care of them. Stay here, keep your gun close, and stay quiet. Got it?” “Be careful papa.” Sergei nodded, reloaded his 1911, UMP, and ensured his SVD was chambered, before taking up a position in the windows in the hallway. He rested the barrel on the windowsill and looked through his scope. They must not have heard him yell. Guess I’m lucky that he didn’t chamber it then, or we’d have a harder fight on our hands. Four men visible. One sniper, looks like a mosin barrel. Can’t see him but a 762 will go straight through that wood. Two AK’s and an SKS. Take out the sniper first, then pick off the ground targets. Speed will be favorable. Sergei closed his eyes for a second and exhaled, looking down his scope, he placed his crosshair just above where the barrel of the mosin was and fired. As he predicted, the powerful 7.62 round penetrated the thin wood board. Before he even heard the snipers body hit the ground, he turned his sights on another bandit in the yard and fired. The round punched right through his shoulder as he dove for cover, causing him to flip sideways and land on his back. Damn, I’ll finish you later. He fired the next round and missed a man fleeing for the front door. The second shot he fired caught the last man as he tried to reach the door. He fell onto his chest on the stairs. He turned his sights back on the wounded man and finished him off. Four shots, three kills. Not my best, but not my worst by far. Sergei reloaded the SVD and slung it on his back, grabbing the UMP and went out of the building and into the yard. He went to the door and let the UMP hang from its strap off his chest, pulling a Zarya falshbang from his vest. He put his finger in the pin and his left hand on the door, flicking the pin off and opening the door. He tossed the flashbang in and swept the room. Two men were in the main room, blinded and disoriented. Sergei quickly dropped them. After sweeping the first floor, he went back to the main hall and to the stairs. As he did, a man rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, and Sergei immediately but two rounds in his chest and one in his head. The man’s corpse fell down the stairs, crumbling in a heap at the bottom. Sergei moved slowly up to the top of the stairs. At the top of the stairs, a man charged through the door and grabbed the UMP, shoving it to the side. Sergei fired as he did, the .45 going harmlessly into the wall. The man shoved Sergei back, causing him to fall down the stairs and smash into the wall at the bottom. At the top of the stairs, the man turned the UMP on Sergei. Before he could fire, Sergei moved his pistol in his holster and fired, tearing a hole through the soft leather of his holster. The round went into his assailants leg. He fell back and dropped the UMP. Sergei rose to his feet and drew his knife, rushing up the stairs. The bandit struggled to his feet and rushed to meet Sergei with his own blade. Immediately Sergei recognized the fighting stance of his opponent. It was a brute force stance, often used by Chernarussian police. The bandit was able to put up a fight, but he didn’t have much of a chance from the start. He went for a gut stab at Sergei, but he caught the man’s wrist and forced it to the side, punching him in the face. The bandit staggered back, but quickly recovered and flipped the knife over in his hand. He went for a neck stab, which led to his failure. Sergei ducked the stab and caught his wrist. He grabbed the grip of the knife and pushed the man back, taking his knife from him. As the man turned back to face Sergei, he was stabbed straight in the gut. Sergei held him back with this forearm, staring the man straight in the face. You didn’t have a chance. Sergei thought, slightly cocky. He twisted the blade in his gut, pulling it out and pushing the man down to his back. Still alive, the last thing the bandit saw was Sergei drawing his 1911 from its holster and shooting him straight in the face. After clearing the last rooms, Sergei piled up all the bodies in what used to be his office. Sarah was no stranger to death in this world, but the corpse of an infected is different from the corpse of a man. Once the bodies were hidden, he went and brought Sarah back to the house. She was shakey at the sound of gunfire and combat, but other than that, she was fine. She walked into the main room on the first floor and looked around. Old pictures lined the walls and shelf in the room. Sergei leaned against the wall and watched her. She picked up a picture of her and Sergei on the wall. She removed it from the frame and looked it over, before carefully folding it and placing it in her pack. She did this with several pictures. A picture of her mother, a picture of Sergei, a picture of both of them together. She was clearly emotional, but she was holding strong. Sergei left her like this for a moment and went upstairs to his office. As he entered he noticed a small amount of flies had already begun to gather on the bodies. I’ll have to strip them for gear before we get out of here. He thought to himself, before heading to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a few pictures, laying them across the table. They were all dated in black marker. One was a picture of Sergei and another man, both in uniform. Sergei had is arm around him, and the caption read, Andrei and Sergei, April 10th, 1996, Lopatino Airbase. Sergei smiled at the picture as he remembered his old friend. He flipped to the next picture. It was Sergei holding a woman in a wedding dress in his arms, walking down from a church. The caption read, Sergei and Sarah’s wedding, July 8th, 2003. The next picture, Sergei paused on. It was a picture of his wife holding his daughter in her arms. Lily is born, March 3rd, 2007. Lily was the name Sergei’s wife wanted for Sarah, but after her death, Sergei changed her name to be after her mother, and Lily her middle name. Sergei folded two of the pictures and placed them in his vest, but kept Sarah’s baby picture unfolded. He took it downstairs with him and back into the main room. “Sarah, I want you to have this. It’s the only picture we have of you and your mother.” Sarah gently took the picture from him. “Lily?” “It’s what your mother wanted to name you, but after she died, I named you after her.” Sarah paused for a moment, a few tears streaked down her face, which she quickly wiped away. “Papa, how did mom die?” The question hit Sergei like a punch in the gut. He let out a sigh as if the wind had been knocked out of him. It was a painful question to answer, even for Sergei. “Sarah, anoth-” “Dad, please, just tell me.” Sarah interrupted him. Sergei sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but this was interrupted by the growing moans of infected. He walked out into the hall and opened the front door. A horde of infected had been drawn to the house by the gunfight. What seemed like thousands of infected shambled down the road towards them. Sergei slammed the door and locked it, quickly barricading it by throwing a bookcase down in front of it. “Sarah, upstairs, now!” Sergei yelled. She quickly ran from the main room and upstairs, Sergei following just behind her. He took up a position where the sniper was before, resting his SVD on the boards and looking down the scope, he began to fire into the horde. Round after round he fired into the horde, but it had little affect. He pulled back from the window and grabbed his radio from his bag. He knew what he was going to do was risky, but he had to do something to get them out of there. He grabbed the radio, switched it on, and held the push-to-talk, sending out a distress call. “To any survivors in the Zelenogorsk area, we are trapped in a small, two story, green house on the north border of the military depot in Zelenogorsk. There is a massive horde outside the fence. If you’re out there, please help us, there’s a child in here!” He hated the sound of it, but it was a last ditch effort to save his daughter. After a moment, Sergei was surprised to hear a reply, “Keep calm, wait for the horde to be drawn away. Once it is, head out the back and cut through the trainyard at the depot. Get out of town then loop back around and meet me at the foot of green mountain.” Sergei tried to reply but the man had switched his radio off. Sergei switched his off and looked out the window. After about five minutes, he heard what sounded like flashbangs detonating in the distance. A few of the infected were drawn off to the noise, but it didn’t draw very many at first. After a while however, more went off, and more were drawn away. Eventually, four infected were left at the door. “Sarah, lets go.” Sergei called out. His daughter came out of the room she was in and followed him down to the front door. He pushed it open and quickly dispatched the four infected before going out the front gate and around the back of his house. They went through the trainyard and around to the outskirts of town. Sarah followed him closely, shakey from the close encounter. They reached the treeline on the east side of town, and followed it north, reaching the foothills of green mountain. They tucked themselves into some dense undergrowth and waited. Sarah was shaking next to him, terrified. Sergei wrapped his arm around his daughter to comfort her, as she leaned into him. The two waited quietly in the undergrowth, waiting for their unknown savior. After about ten minutes of waiting, a man walked along the treeline. Sergei spotted him and stepped out of the undergrowth, waving him down. He was well equipped, his rifle was a heavily marked Winchester model 70. Several small markings ran down the barrel and the stock of the weapon. On his head, he wore a black radar cap, a few bits of long dark hair poked from underneath it. He wore dark black aviators, along with a green bandana tied, hanging around his neck. His jacket was a dark olive M65 field jacket. The patches had been noticeably removed. His vest was an olive green, high capacity tactical vest, with the patches similarly removed. He had a green hunting bag slung on his back. Sergei noticed a few bits of equipment hanging off of side pockets, and some bits of supplies in the haphazardly shut pockets. He was wearing black jeans with shin and knee guards seemingly ripped off of an anti-riot uniform. He had a black leg holster, with a 1911 hanging in it, with only a few minor markings, far less than the winchester. In his black military boots, Sergei spotted the distinct grip of a combat knife hanging out of the top of the boot, partially covered by the mans jeans. When the man spotted Sergei, he waved back to him and jogged over to him, Sergei extended a hand for the man to shake. The man spoke as he did, speaking English. This wasn’t a shock to Sergei as surprisingly most of the survivors he met were American. It made it hard for Sarah to talk to them, as she spoke Chernarussian and very little English. Sergei however, spoke English fine. “Good, you made it out. Glad to see you survived.” “Yeah, we’re fine, thanks to you.” The man shook Sergei’s hand as the spoke. “Ah don’t mention it. I’m sure if it had been reversed, you would’ve done the same for me.” You can think that. But if it came down to it, it’s him or me. “Of course. We were going to get the hell out of here. We have a camp nearby, you’re more than welcome to stay with is for the night” Sergei spoke, suppressing the thoughts that sparked at the mans comment. “Fine by me. Name’s Erin.” “Sergei, and that’s my daughter, Sarah.” Erin kneeled down and spoke to Sarah. He’s tall, probably about 6’3. Young too, can’t be more than 24, or younger than 20. Sergei thought, assessing the man. Even if he saved him, he’s still a potential threat. Still, he seems alright. I’ll keep an eye on him, but I think he’d be fine. Erin spoke to Sarah. “Hey kiddo. You okay?” “Uh, English, not-” Sarah started and was interrupted by Sergei “She doesn’t speak english very well. I’m teaching her.” “Ah, I see.” Sergei was surprised to hear him reply in Chernarussian. “Hey Sarah. My names Erin.” Sergei spoke in Chernarussian to him. “You speak Chernarussian?” “Lived here the last five years. I just speak English because I’ve met a lot of people who don’t speak Chernarussian.” “Well that’s pretty damn good to know.” Sarah looked over at Erin and smiled, speaking in Chernarussian. She clearly had calmed down from the close escape at Zelenogorsk. “Nice to meet you Erin.” Erin stood up and looked to Sergei. “So where’s this camp of yours?” “Near Kumyrna. Not far at all.” “Sounds good, let’s go.” Sergei lead the way down the hill and to the east, traveling to the small town east of Zelenogorsk. The sun was hanging very low in the sky when they reached the camp. Sergei estimated it was either 5:30 or 6:00. When they reached the camp, Sergei grabbed some wood from a pile they kept at the camp and tossed it into a ring of stones they kept as a makeshift fireplace in the center of the camp, lighting some kindling and starting a fire in the center. As he set the fire up, Erin sat down next to the fire and Sarah went into the tent, bringing out some canned food for each of them. Once the fire was lit, Sergei sat down with Sarah next to him. They opened their food and ate while Sergei and Erin talked. “So Sergei, why do you still have the patches on your jacket? Most people seem to tear them off. You military?” “Pretty forward but yeah. CDF.” “Yeah well, just making conversation. “Fair enough.” Erin paused for a moment, poking at the can of beans with a metal spoon. “I was never in anything like that. Lived on the streets the last 5 years.” “Let’s not go off spouting life stories, yeah?” Sergei said, rather bluntly. “Alright, alright, just tell me about yourself at least.” Sergei paused for a second, before replying. “Not much to tell really. We’re all in the same boat now. What we did before doesn’t matter much. What I’m interested in, is the winchester. What’s with the markings?” Sergei nodded towards Erins rifle. Erin tapped the stock with is boot lightly, “This? Have a look.” He picked up the rifle and handed it to Sergei. He turned it over in his hands looking it over. Tally’s on the stock. Must be a kill count. Skull on the right side of the grip, heart on the left. I kill with my heart along the barrel. Quote for something? Doesn’t matter. “I kill with my heart?” Sergei ran his finger along the inscription as he asked the question. “Quote I liked. From the Dark Tower.” “Never read it.” “It was alright. So military huh? What branch” “It’s not something I typically enjoy talking about. We’ll say special forces and leave it at that.” “Damn, alright. Was hoping for some stories.” Sergei paused for a moment then sighed, “Alright, here we go, February 9th, 1994.” Chapter 6: It was all Sergei could do to lay still on the snow covered ground. The cold earth around him chilled him to the core. His gear did a small sum of protection from the icy world, but lying in the snow made him want to jump to his feet and move. When he had been selected to be a Stalker, he wrongly anticipated being done with training. Sergei and Andrei, the one other from his platoon to be selected, were now undergoing extreme physical and mental training, as well as advanced combat skills. They were now out in the cold snow of the Chernarussian winter, wearing winterized ghillie suits, lightweight body armor, and commando rigs, and lugging their SVD’s around. The gear was light at first, but after fifteen miles of running, it now wore heavy on Sergei’s shoulders. Every two miles or so, they were ordered to dive into the snow as cover drills. They were with a small squad of Stalkers led by Major Kerenov, and were now on their way back to base. Two miles from the base, as has been the pattern, they were ordered to dive for cover. As they did however, the challenge increased. Another squad of Stalkers were waiting for them, and, as part of Sergei’s squads training, were ordered to fire over the squads heads as they went for cover. The sound of 5.45 rounds snapping overhead ensured Sergei kept his head down and body pressed into the snow. If anyone cracked, rumor had it, they would be sent back to the infantry division of the CDF. That threat, unconfirmed as it was, was enough to keep the men down, let alone the gunfire. “Clear!” He heard the Major yell. Sergei pushed himself up to his feet and began the jog back to the airbase. Though exhausted, Sergei still kept his wits about him as they entered the airbase. Coming down the path towards them was a squad of Russian soldiers. Sergei took notice of their patch, as it was the logo of the Spetznaz Alpha Division. The Russians had been at Chernarus’ throat since the collapse of the Soviet Union and the newfound independence of Chernarus. It was no secret that they wanted Chernarus back under their control, and political parties such as the Chernarussian Movement of the Red Star supported this. Several other members of his squadron spotted them as well, most of them knew immediately why. Often times the higher ups of Alpha Division plucked Stalkers from the CDF to recruit into their forces. Sergei knew this, and as they approached, the head of their squad, who Sergei identified as a Lieutenant, confirmed his suspicions. The man spoke in Chernarussian, but his heavy Russian accent was unmistakable. “Would the following men move to the right of this squad. Andrei Zeroshnik, Alexi Venkev, Dimitri Pautrovich, and Sergei Zerenov.” Sergei hated the Russians, and he knew why he was being pulled aside. Alexi and Dimitri immediately stepped aside, but before Andrei could, Sergei caught his arm and shook his head. He knew Andrei hated the Russians as much as he did, and that he didn’t know about Alpha Divisions selection. When the Lieutenant looked over at the two men, he called out again. “Where are the other two men I called for?” The Lieutenants voice was clearly impatient, and disdainful. It was evident that he disliked Chernarussians as much as they did Russians. Sergei spoke up for both Andrei and himself, “Take your recruitment and shove it up your ass, Russian pig.” Immediately the lieutenant stomped forward, walking up the line. Following behind him were his guards. Sergei looked them over, identifying potential threats. Four, lightly armed. They aren’t expecting a fight. Avoid giving it to them. “Which one of you said that. Who was it?” Sergei stayed staring forward in line, the Alpha Group soldiers walked passed him, their faces covered by their Altyn visors. The Lieutenant stopped next to Sergei and spotted his last name on his uniform, “I told you to line up, stalker.” Sergei turned right face to look him in the eye, “Take your promotion and shove it up your ass.” The Spetznaz Lieutenant raised his right hand to hit the soldier, but his arm was caught by the Major. The stalker was about a head taller than the Russian Lieutenant, and the size was evident when their eyes locked in a glare. “Keep your hands off my men, and get the hell out of here.” The Major roughly released the Lieutenants arm. The tension in the air was so thick, Sergei could cut it with his knife. ((Continue Later)) Chapter 7 The silence of the darkened woods was often eerie to Sergei. His paranoia often got the better of him, and he believed there was always someone watching him. As it turned out, on this day in particular, he wasn’t the one being watched. Erin, Sergei, and Sarah crept silently through the woods. Sergei at the head of the group, leading the way through the dark underbrush of the forests of his home country. Sergei and Erin quietly crept through the bushes, although the silence was often broken by Sarah’s bulging pack of carefully wrapped pieces of meat snagging on the brush. Every swipe irritated Sergei to a degree. The goal was stealth, not to alert every deer within a 10 mile radius that they were there. Sergei tuned out his irritation and focused his mind on the area around him. Their hunt had been successful so far, taking down the better part of a herd of deer with the help of his now close friend Erin. Sergei offered Erin a place within their group, which he took graciously. Since then, he’d helped Sergei protect Sarah, and helped them gather supplies, and overall became a good friend to Sergei. The group continued to stalk through the underbrush, when Sergei glanced over his shoulder and spotted, what looked like a backpack, disappear through some bushes. He put his hand up to signal for them to stop and looked through his scope. After a brief moment of searching, he spotted them. It was a young girl, probably no more than eighteen, walking through the woods. In her hand was some kind of hunting rifle, Sergei couldn’t identify it from where he was, as the majority was covered by the young girls body. Slung over her shoulders was a blue school backpack. She wore a blue bomber jacket, and grey jeans. He never saw her face, and couldn’t make out any details. He turned and talked quietly to his followers, “There’s a girl, about ninety-five meters East, fifty meters north. She’s alone by the looks of it. Let her be, she doesn’t need to know we’re here.” They continued to move through the woods for a short while, until they heard yelling in the distance. The sound was unmistakably the sound of a girl crying out. Erin tapped Sergei on the shoulder and spoke, “We should go help her, she’s in trouble clearly.” “It’s not our problem. I don’t want to put Sarah in danger over there.” Sarah spoke up, “Remember what Erin did for us? We should help.” Sergei turned to Sarah and spoke sharply, “You’re not old enough to make this decision. Erin, we can’t help her it’s not our problem.” Erin responded irritably, “If it were Sarah out there, you would go help in a heartbeat.” Sergei gritted his teeth, “But it’s not Sarah. If you want to go, then go. Get me on the radio when you’re done.” Erin sighed and nodded, before starting to jog off in the direction of the yelling. Sergei sighed to himself as he watched Erin jog away. “God dammit.” He mumbled before quickly following Erin. As they approached the area from which the cries had come from, the woods, and the cries, went silent once again. They all paused for a moment, listening for the cries to guide them further, when there was the splitting sound of a gunshot ringing out. Erin sprinted in the direction of the shot as Sergei called after him, “Erin no! God dammit!” He sprinted after him, Sarah close behind. When they finally caught up to Erin, he was at the edge of a clearing with his rifle pointed at a man crouched over a body. The man was old, likely in his early fifties. He was Chernarussian by the looks of it. He looked tired and rugged, with a smoking AK-74 lying in the dirt next to him. He hadn’t seen Erin, but Erin had seen him for sure. Erin was visibly enraged at the site. The young girl was lying dead in front of the man, with a hole through her throat. Sarah was shocked, staring over at the man. She was about to cry out when Sergei jumped back and pulled her into the bushes and covered her mouth, “Stay quiet, and stay here.” He hissed at her, before sneaking forward towards Erin. When he got next to his friend he pushed the barrel of his rifle down and spoke, “Leave him. Killing him now won’t solve anything, and you don’t know who, or what else might be nearby.” “He fucking killed her. Fucking animal.” Erin angrily responded. “Erin, it’s too late to do anything now. Come on.” He grabbed Erin’s pack and gently started to pull him back into the woods. With some resistance, Erin reluctantly followed. Sergei took Sarah’s hand and lead them out of the woods. Sarah stared back at the clearing, tears welling in her eyes as they slowly walked. As they walked away, he thought he heard the man mumble something, Another day, another body. Chapter 8 Sarah stared back into the clearing as her father gently took her hand and walked her away. The lifeless body of the girl lying in the clearing terrified her. She had never seen another dead human before, and now it was a girl not much older than her. The thought terrified her. ((Continue later)) Epilogue Erin rose from his chair as Sergei folded his hands in his lap. “And now we’re here. Forty years later...what hell these forty years have been.” Erin chuckled, “Yeah, you always said the first forty were worse than the second. Guess you’ve proved yourself wrong?” Sergei coughed out a laugh, “Yeah, well, they’ve had their ups and downs. You aren’t leaving are you?” Erin sighed, “Unfortunately yeah. I’ve got someone else to visit up in Vybor.” Sergei smiled thinly, “Well, I’m glad you came by. Come visit me whenever you can.” “Will do, old man.” They laughed quietly for a moment. Erin leaned down and gave his old friend a hug before turning on his heel and walking out the door. Sergei watched from his kitchen window as his friend drove away. A bright light began to descend around the outside of Sergei’s home as he quietly sat, staring at the window. Memories of his hellish past flooded his mind as the light grew on the outside of his house. Sergei’s heart began to beat faster. Memories of his daughter, Lovec, Kaz, Oleg, Erin, Selina, Liam, everyone he had worked with, fought, and killed. His wife, Andrei, the Stalkers. Places, events, wars he fought. Sosnovka, Central Kopek, Black Winter, Zelenogorsk, his long lost, hellish, destroyed past, laiden with black ink and repressed memories flooded back. New thoughts flooded his mind, Will he ever be back? What would I have to do to make life better now? How long will this last? His heart beat faster and the light grew brighter, engulfing his house as one final thought entered the dying man’s head. Peace… The light swallowed Sergei’s mind, ahead of him stood the many friends he had lost in his life. He ran forward, his age not a factor anymore. Reaching out into the light, towards his family and friends, the final thought echoed around him. Peace at last...
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    It has been a pleasure ladies and gentlemen, but I am afraid my time on QRP has come to an end. This server will always find a place in my heart through all the memories and friends it has given me. Keep being awesome, fellas. Farewell, Quarantined.
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    Well everyone it's come to my mind after these recent week or so of no RP that i need to take a break and focus on whats going on in my life and focus on myself before returning to RP completely, im not sure when i'll be back but it won't be for a long while, to everyone that iv met and RP'd with i will miss you and i loved RolePlaying with everyone of you through the good and the bad times to the QuarantinedRP community i wish you all the very best and all the going forward o7
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    What should I include for the next Mod update? - Gimme some cool little craftable item suggestions.
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    EDIT: sorry about the background noise! Thinkin about adding it to Ludovis's mental state. Kinda a long clip of some of his time with Imperium.
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    Happy B-day to one of my best friends and favorite partners in crime, @SofiaL!
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    102.5 "The Ramble" Radio Chernarus will be making a return. Stay Tuned.
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    I'm not going there to die, I'm going there to find out if I'm really alive.
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    The honorable man returns.
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    Imperialuu warudoggozu
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    nice status updates
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    I think its the right time for me to play again, will be on tomorrow.
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    "May” “Raven” Born 6/21/1993 Hair: Red Eyes: Hazel Height: 5'7 Education - John Hopkins University Baltimore, MD Bachelor of Science in Neuroscience Associated with Clinical and Investigative Psychology Basic medical care Limited/general familiarity with Forensics Myra was raised in Baltimore, Maryland, one of the more violent cities in the country. Her parents are Martha and Leland Hawke, who both had served in the Baltimore Police Department, and she had one sibling, an older sister named Elaine. Growing up it was common to hear about assaults and the occasional shootout on the news, and sometimes it was close enough to hear or see for herself. It soon became old news, but was still frightening, even if Myra didn't see the use in being afraid. Fear was natural, nothing she did could stop it. Elaine, her big sister, was cruel to her younger sister. As the older sibling she felt slighted by her parents, feeling as though Myra was favored and treated like a baby. This was only a half truth. Elaine was ten years older than Myra, and their parents always treated them as their respective ages. From Myra's perspective, it was Elaine that was the favorite. Elaine was allowed to do many more things than Myra, and their parents were always encouraging her to act and behave like her big sister, the genius, the beauty queen, and the perfect daughter. This caused tension between the sisters and they fought often. One weekend when Myra was six years old, Elaine was left in charge as their parents would be absent the entire time for a funeral a few states away. After an argument over whose turn it was to take out the trash the first night they were gone, Elaine managed to lock her younger sister outside at night in the dark. Myra pounded on the door and yelled to be let in for about an hour before letting up and deciding to sleep outside. Elaine eventually went to bed, and as she slept and Myra tried to sleep, a heavy storm rolled in. Myra was already uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping in the yard when their house bordered the woods. She had imagined she had seen the moving shadows of the coyotes moving around in the trees. Myra became even more afraid when the thunder and lightning started. It was loud enough that she could feel the house shake as she huddled up beside it, and the sound so deafening she had to cover her ears. The lightning illuminated spots in the trees just enough that she thought her imagining the predators in the woods was confirmed and she screamed and cried, begging for Elaine to be let in, but Myra's sister was an incredibly heavy sleeper. A tree at the very edge of their yard was struck, and a large branch fell from it. The storm had traumatized her. The rain was cold and she nearly froze in the early hours of the morning before her sister finally woke up and let her back in the house. From then on, Myra always felt anxious when it rained, but was terrified of thunderstorms. Most children with this fear outgrow it, but Myra's stuck. She hadn't told anyone what her sister had done, and was always afraid that she'd do it again for revenge if she tattled.. The reaction fascinated her, however. Despite how she felt about it, empathy and fear were still things she experienced and was familiar with like any normal child, but understanding these emotions was a different story. She took an interest in psychology when she got older, particularly that of criminals, and enrolled in the AP Psychology classes her high school offered for college credit. She also took the available Forensic science class, and bought books on Psychology and Criminal Psychology to read in her free time. Anything which interested her, she tried to get into. Myra was a good student. She behaved well and played by all of the rules, as well as did her very best in all of her classes. Most students did not mind this at all. It was Myra's inability or unwillingness to relate to other students her age which set them off from her. She preferred to spend her time talking with adults about her academics, which made her seem like a know-it-all. Myra lacked the social intuition to realize the adults were humoring her, and that most of her peers found her awkward and uncomfortable to talk to. Of course, she wasn't lonely. Myra had her small group of friends and lead as happy a life as someone like her could manage until graduation. After high school Myra attended John Hopkins University in her hometown, where she studied and earned her Bachelor's degree in the Neuroscience field. In University it was much easier to make friends, and she made many. One of her friends happened to be an older man recruiting for the Central Intelligence Agency. They were apparently always looking for new hires to serve their country, particularly those with a good college education. Myra applied and for the next few years, Myra was able to work as the assistant to a man called Doctor James Liang. She wasn't allowed to speak of what they did outside of work, but Myra was allowed to learn a lot from him, as well as keep going to school to earn her Doctorate. Unfortunately, their work came to a pause when the infection hit, and Doctor James was counted among the numbers of the dead. The safe zones have kept people as safe as possible during a crisis such as the infection, but what remained of the US government still struggled to keep things running smoothly. The zones were also crowded, and supplies were meager. It was tough, but people could manage. Despite that society as everyone knew it was struggling, Myra's main objective remained to serve her country, whatever that means and wherever it took her. Though she hadn't yet earned her Doctorate in their field, she took on the title and the responsibilities that would have fallen to Doctor Liang. Inferiority complex Even though Myra has done well in her academics and has been relatively successful, she always has suffered with low self esteem. Her parents had high expectations of her, and every time she failed to meet these expectations she beat herself up. From Myra's point of view, her sister Elaine seemed to be able to do everything effortlessly. She didn't need to work half as hard as Myra to seem twice as smart. Elaine was charismatic and beautiful, and had many friends and better luck with men. Myra is always self-doubting, and most of the confidence she has in herself is only to do with her work. Astraphobia Myra is deathly afraid of thunder and lightning, despite the fact that she is able to steel herself against most everything else. She becomes slightly anxious when it rains, but isn't necessarily ombrophobic. Likes Dislikes Journal Loved, Close, Friendly, Neutral, Disliked, Hated, Missing, Dead "The enemy of my enemy..." "Nobody is completely innocent." "Slippery slopes can be kind of fun." "Loose ends."
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    *watches a lone tumbleweed drift across the server*
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    Want to wish a very happy birthday to @SofiaL may it be a great filled day
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    Throwback to this goddamn masterpiece
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    I think stamina should definitely be increased. It makes no sense us to be 9 months into the infection and unable to sprint for more than 15 seconds while carrying a full kit. Do I think stamina should be unlimited? Hell no. That is unrealistic and replaces time that could be spent conversating with time spent sprinting. I don't have a clue how modifying stamina works, but I think 1.5x or 2x would be suitable.
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    Minor relations update
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    Name: Thomas 'Slab' Murphy II Alias: Connor Conway Age:38 Nationality: Irish Convictions: Buying Illegal arms (5 years) Illegally entering the Country (3 years) Possession of conterfeit documents (3 years) Previous Convictions: Membership of terrorist organisation(5 years) Possession of illegal firearms (3 years) 5 counts of Murder (20 years – Early release, 2000) Tattoos: Background: Thomas joined the IRA at the age of just sixteen and rose steadily in the ranks throughout his service, eventually becoming a quarter master of the South Armagh brigade. As nephew of the Famous IRA commander of the same name, Thomas II made his name by following and even surpassing his uncle's reputation for sheer brutality throughout his long and bloody career. In 1997, shortly after he joined his uncle in the IRA, Thomas was convicted of the murder of 4 British soldiers and an off duty RUC policeman in South Armagh, and sentenced to twenty-eight years in the Maze prison. Merely three years into his sentence Thomas was released as part of the Good Friday agreement. There was plenty of backlash after his release as the public were still angry and wanted him to serve his full sentence -- three years was not nearly enough for them. By the time he was released he would have been a middle-aged man, but now he had the rest of his life ahead of him, which was more than what his victims' families could say for them. Still, at the end of the day Thomas was allowed to go home a free man and most everyone would eventually forget the man who got away with murder. Two years ago Thomas was caught on CCTV camera leaving Belfast International Airport. He was heading for Chenarus and, as Thomas had built a reputation for himself as a dangerous and crafty individual, it was suspected he was aiming to secure arms and munitions from the Chedaki forces. An immediate international warrant was issued for his arrest and days later at a remote airfield in Chernarus, Thomas was detained while boarding a private plane which was bound for Belfast and loaded with illegal weapons. He was jailed and brought to trial by the Chernarussian government. The courts found him guilty, but despite repeated demands from the British government he was not extradited but imprisoned on a remote island of the coast of Chernarus. For months the British Government fought with Chernarussian officials, demanding that Thomas be released to them, but Chernarus would not relent. The former soon realized that hostilities over one prisoner, who was finally facing a punishment the people in his home country wanted, weren't worth it. Chernarus got to keep Thomas locked in prison, and the people at home were allowed to finally feel as though justice had been served. When the Pale Horse Plague struck the prison, it struck hard. So many people in a confined space spelled trouble, and prisoner quarantine procedures were followed, for all the good that did. It was when the infected inmates and even the guards started attacking each other and those not infected that a panic set in. Thomas took advantage of the chaos and was finally free after a full-scale evacuation, but he would find that the world outside was just as terrible, if not worse than life behind bars. Survivors Radio colleen- Heard a young colleen on the radio this morning... its so good to finally hear another voice... sounds like shes from Dub which is so surreal that the first person i hear is from the Eire, i really wanted to talk to her but i need more infor before i do. I cant imagine someone who sounds so young is on her own... not in this place. whats she doing so far from home?. I whistled a few songs for her which she seemed to enjoy. *update*Well at least i know colleen is traveling with what sounded like two yanks, i imagine thats how she has been able to survive so long. *update* so i heard one of the yarks 'colleen' was traveling with on the radio.... his names Crow. No sign of the little colleen for several days now but this guy Crow seems to be on all the time..... maybe they take it in turns. I tracked him yesterday to Stary but he was alone... i watched for a bit and watched two people approach him, I thought it was the little colleen and the other yank i had heard on the radio but it wasnt..... I hope 'colleen' is ok ... Crow- One of the two people i heard talking with the little colleen on the radio the other day. Tracked him down to Stary but now he seems to be traveling alone. He has substantial burning across the top of his torso which he occasionally dresses, but still seems to be causing him some discomfort. SO having spoken to Crow he reckons 'colleen' left of her own accord, course i dont believe him, i think he ditched her to get with the other woman i saw him talking to in Stary.... time or pain will tell.....
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    Marshall McCreary's journey was certainly a special one. He has to be one of my favorite characters, but every journey has its end. I'm undecided if you all seen the last of Marshall, but I would like to think some people who contributed to his storyline. @MuffMart playing Jack Kennedy @SofiaL playing Diana Bracato @KleptoTerren playing both Kieth "Bushy" Kizer and Ace Adler @Hazard playing Levi West @WinterAndrews playing Winter Andrews @devilblade12 playing Curtis Embers @JkpFrog playing Caoimhe Foley @Captain Von playing both Captain Von and Adam Hurst @Preacher playing Vance Covington @Dew playing Joseph McCree @Luna playing Nurse Angela @Jman14102 playing Marcus @Janeway playing Nicole @Ninja playing Nicholas Chase @Vrtra playing Trey Morris @NebulousCass playing Emiley Franklin. I'm sure I am forgetting some of you, but I would like to thank all of you for such a great journey. Heres to what comes next.
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