Literature
No Quarter
Author: J. Matthew Lemieux
...My name is Luscious Jones the Lesser, son of Luscious Jones the Elder and
Amelia Bernhardt-Jones. My father was a virulent racist who hated this and
that about anybody he could find or imagine. Which, living in the
slow-moving and gracious spa town of Cheltenham, Gloucestershire was
thankfully a large portion of white Anglicans, which kept his bitching and
moaning to a bare minimum. He did, however, enjoy accusing everybody from
the local town manager to the gentle retired member of the Admiralty of
being ?pinko comm-niss.? My father, Luscious Jones the Senior, Luscious
Jones the Respectable, Luscious Jones the Manor-Born, you see...
Lucky
Author: Lotis
...The gentle, yet seemingly somehow violent splash of raindrops hit the roof around his boots, on his shoulders, and on his hood. The sky was deep
gray and angry for what seemed like forever, but the air it threw down at him was cool and refreshing.For two days rain had been pouring on the zone.
The Stalker walked slowly to the edge of his perch, the roof of some long forgotten soul's home. An inch or so of water had gather up in the street
below him. The ancient drains still existed were clogged with leaves and debris. The Stalker realized he was trapped on the roof hours ago. He
retraced his thoughts of yesterday, when he was on solid ground looking for mercury balls and galantine...
Pray of one.Predator of another.Part4
Author: Amos Chua
...Shifting his body weight to the back, Daniel created an avalanche of pressure to the tattered couch he sat on. The sofa reared as its springs
groaned. In lest then a second...
Moments In Time
Author: Adrian Kay
...In fact I initially discovered it submerged in a puddle and it saved my life a few seconds afterward when I introduced its fully automatic mode to
the blind dogs that were chasing me. I never did find the upper half of its former owner but I
No Title
Author: Andy Killian
...Why does it hurt so much to dream the happy dream? The lonely dream of my Angela in my arms again. It's amazing how much more strength it takes to
keep solitude from engulfing you than it takes to pry a beast from your flesh...
No Title
Author: Silent Striker
..."Something wrong Professor?" Dimitry said as he looked threw his plastic helmet which protected him and his men from any radiation still floating
in the air. These suits were military issue for those soldiers who were sent on assignments into the Zone. Those suits that returned either had
severe injuries, or where covered in blood...
Disappointment
Author: Joey Caron
.... You might expect a compass but that would be useless. The magnetic fields render most useful items like that purposeless. I slept pretty well
last night so going is easy all the way to the plant. That tower stands higher in the sky than anything in the Zone, so its always easy to find...
The Initiation
Author: Barbara Miller
...There was no time for caution. Ian, grasping his weapon tightly, took off, jogging down ...
The Nigh End
Author: Marko Vracar
...I slowly walked away from the window of the decrepit household that had once housed a family, which I could tell from the ruined pictures. I had
no idea where to start looking because Vaga got to it first...
Elena Rudneva
Author: Jason R. Lord
...At first there was only blackness. The kind that greets you when your mind is
trying to wake up, trying to sort out reality from the dream world. As her eyes
began to function behind fluttering eyelids, a brilliant white light assaulted
her, slowly fading into blurred images. Quickly her other senses became painfully
aware of her condition, the throbbing pain in her head, the burn in her right
thigh...
The Black Squad
Author: Suicide Angel
...He slowly got to his feet, having been drained of his strength. Savage was dazed, but still in one piece. The once building around him was not. He
could do nothing but continue to the center of the town...
Live Cargo
Author: Graham Goring
..."I still don't know why they want us to bring back one of these damn things unharmed," complained Ridley, adjusting the stretcher handles to
relieve the ache in his hands....
Amos
Author: Amos Chua
...I remembered the scenes. An intolerably bright light, followed by strange phenomena lighted Chernobyl zone for days. People were killed by
radiation, blood coming out from their mouth and nose, their skin burnt. Thousands were killed, the official statistics told the world, although the
real number was not disclosed...
Me and my AK
Author: Waqar Tariq
...After the loss of my father, I had to struggle through everything and compete with everyone.
Happy Living in a World Of Blood
Author: Sveinung
...They mostly stick to AK
Narrow house, Ukraine: The begining
Author: Greg Martin
...He was still feeling this happen in his memory, his thoughts and the ether around him, like living in a book. It was like knowing the next page,
right before it turned. In the which a sudden alarm catapulted the bite of cold air back to...
The Inhuman Condition
Author: Midnight Rambler
...What kind of god would allow this perversion of nature to persist, much less grow? In the Zone, invariably, all thoughts of god ceased as did any
thought other than survival. Only the will to survive, combined with the knowledge of the dangers ahead could save a would be explorer deluded enough
to actually enter this wasteland of rot and decay. That and more than a little luck...
Hell's Gate
Author: Jerry Hall
...Creatures no one could have imagined, blood thirsty, relentless disfigured by radiation looking for vengeance...
A Good Trip
Author: Bradley Boykin
...The street was quiet... Empty. A small breeze had picked up, and old, faded peices of paper, and assorted lightweight trash brushed across the
street. Denso had one pouch with him, and his handguns. The pouch's contents held a bungie cord, which he tested with a sack of bricks, untrusting
of the Stalker he bought it from. And a grappling hook, complete with rope. Our hero made his way across the street, up the grassy bank, and down
the side of the old factory...
HE WHO DARES, WINS (PART2): PROTOCOL 2091
Author: Dale Oliverio
...A burst of fire erupted from his rifle as Decklan instinctively rolled over and let loose a barrage of orange flame into the darkness. The report
was deafening, as was the orange fireball from the muzzle of his gun. All he saw was glowing after-effects imprinted on his eyes in the darkness...
