The flesh shed from my arm like fluid the sight was oddly vague as the gas from the zone had gusted in on the south swirls ,no pain in the body could be a handicap and in the early days it was.but being born inzone can make for a unwholesome spawn i have more plastic than flesh these days,i dived north and rolled into the rusty remains of a passenger train ,frying pan to fire
stalkers!! removal agents, they steal our goods, our power they know not of the healing properties of the artifacts they take.
they kill inzoners who pose no threat we must defend ourselves
no pain and acid spit what a combo
i dived left spitting a hugh stream of blistering acid straight into the scarred ugly mug of the punk on the right my dive ending aburtly on the chest of punk2 one lick and he's lost his will to fight punk no3 lets losse with ablast of homemade buckshot
nails,screws,molten glass beads
oh the joy of no pain as two toes and a lump of leg become vapour
the swing was wide of the mark but just as effective,the sharp fingers of charred bone
entered his belly smashed through a lung exiting at the neck two more fingers snapped at the knucle only the middle finger stood erect
extracting took time
i have to heal i go now to heal
to heal the secrects you seek have a price
the zone is a killer but also a healer
for to heal i must, more will come
we must be ready
to heal to heal