What a way to go.....................

by Wilmer Donkor

Man, when we got here it all lookt much brighter. We got here a two days ago, we were all optimistic. New Creatures and adventures, we thought it would be a walk in the park. Boy were we wrong. We came in the forbidden area in a pickup, sneaking past patrols, riding the whole day. There were five of us Mark, Chris, Dennis,Tar and me, we all had a scoped hunting rifle. How strong can mutants be?
Well we found out the first night. They came in the darknes, we never expected them to come so soon. It was unexpected because we thought that we'd be the hunters, but now we knew we were the hunted. they came with about 7 of them while we were sitting around a camp fire. Mark was suddenly jumpt from behind, it was horreble to see how the beest ripped his arm of. The scream was....................... breath taking to say the least. the rest of us jumped up grabbing rifles and blasting away. the mutants were almost to fast to hit so we decided to retreat. while running i thought i could hear another scream but i wasn't sure. whe ran into a house and barricaded the door only to find out that we had unexpected company. Its pretty ironic that when we found out that besides Mark Dennis was also gone, the only two who knew anything about being a stalker, while we got a new compangion who knew even more. His name was Barkof he was wounded but alive, more then we can say about Mark and Dennis, he was a stalker as wel he was now the only one who knew wat to expect out there. We decided to stay in for the night and wait untill it was safe to go out again, Barkof said that the mutants would leave in the morning because of thier fear for sunlight.
The next morning began with a scare. first we ate breakfast, a cracker with jelly,
When we opened the door the mutants were gone but what they left behind was sickoning.
We were shoked to see how the corpses of our friends were sat there before the door ripped to shreddes. i puked as soon as i saw it, so did Chris, we were both shocked, but Tar and Barkof just stood there watching with cold eyes. I expected this from Barkof but i was surprised that Tar didn't morn for his friends. when we returned to the campsite, all we had to do was follow the trail of blood left by Mark, we found our car demolished and blood everywhere the fire was stil burning, this was when i realised that i was in hell. i wanted to leave but Chris and Tar refused to leave without something that was worth the life of our friends. Barkof didn't care as long as he had some company.
with this "vote" , i wasn't planning to go alone and leave my friends, we went on deeper into the wasteland. we walked the whole day until we met another not so friendly stalker, he saw us first.
He opened fire without hessitation blasting away Chris in his arm, the shot was so powerfull tha his arm was nearly shot off and was now dangling from his body attached only with a few strings of flesh and muscle. While Chris dropped the rest of us scatterd. After a heavy fire fight we won and Tar shot the bastard in the head blowing it apart. When we returned to Chris he had already lost al of his blood.
It was now painfully clear that we would probebly never get out of here alive, we were just to far in the wastland. Again we found a house and took refuge there, the only problem was a hatch that led to the roof, the only way to barricade it was for someone to stand gaurd outside on the roof. After a heated discussion we decided to take shifts, one gaurd on the roof, one watching the windows and the last one sleeping, shifts rotating every our.
I had the first shift with Barkof, we talkt for a bit and i found out he had been scavinging around the forbidden zone for three years now scavenging bits here and there but never venturing far. One day a few friend talked him over to coming with them deeper into the zone for a specimin hunt, he was the only one to servive the first night altough he was shot in the leg. Apparently his party was attacked by an other group of stalkers, this story was beginning to sound like my own. an our had past so i went to wake up tar and get some sleep myself.
I suddenly woke up because of a hard bang, when i asked what was going on Barkof said that we were being attacked by the same group of stalkers that attacked his party. i grabbed my gun and started shooting at the attackers,I counted seventeen or more of them it was like a small army and we were bound to lose to them. Barkof was the first to bite the dust, after popping two of them he was shot in his shoulder and he bled to death on the roof, i know this because blood came dripping down the hatch. In the meantime me and Tar had both shot two ourselves. Now it was Tar's turn to die, he was hit headon by an rpg, I was covered in his blood. i ran to the back of the room and sat there doing nothing when a stray bullit hit my shoulder and i passed out........................................
The next day i was serprised to wake up alive. apparently the other stalkers thought i was either dead or dying. i decided two wright my story down on this wall before you because I have now realised that Iam bleeding to death. this story will stand as a warning to al who dare enter the radiated wastland where I wil now find my demise.
What a way to.......................................................................................................................................