S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Through the shadow of The Valley of Death.
"Though I walk through the shadow of The Valley of Death, I will fear no evil, because i got this Big Fucker on my side!" I said.
"Yeah, Yeah." Said Fatass, our squads heavy weapons specialist. "We shall all get a chance to kick those god damned Bandits out of here."
"Yes, but your big ass will protect me from bullets, no?" Said Groka. "Shut up, all of you!" Cryed Checknov. We all grumbled a "Sorry."
Tomorrow was a raid on the Bandits camped out deep in Zaton. They were harrassing patrols of Loners and that was unacceptable.
So, our team, just a small Loner squad, opted to go take care of them. My name is Dimitry Chelinov. This isn't a story of honor, or victory, or
heroism, or anything like that. This is simply a tale of daily life in The Zone. It has no happy ending.
So yeah, i have a couple chapters already done, i just wanted to see if you guys thought this was worth anything. I will warn ahead of time, for those that want to play Call of Pripyat, this fic has spoilers in it. But yeah, C+C is welcome.
EDIT: If i can manage to find the fanart i drew a while ago, i'll post those too.
EDIT-EDIT: Added poll.