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Listen to my tale...

It was my second week as a Stalker in the Zone, I was low on supplies, completely out of anti rad and the only artifacts I had found during my time spent in this hell were 2 jelly fish and a stone flower but things were not all that bad the vodka was still in great supply. It was getting late and I had come to know the dangers of night in the Zone all to well at this point so I decided to make camp in an abandoned village just east of Yantar. As I made fire for the night I knew something was wrong, the zone had become quiet, they attacked without warning, Snorks, five maybe six of them, their attacks were wild and fast but they still possessed a terrifying sense of coordination, I imagine this is to be expected of a monster that once called itself man, they began to corner me and I feared my life would soon come to an end, but fortune it seems was on my side though she had a funny way of showing it. The dominant Snork leaped forward as I was reloading my rifle and hit me with a bone shattering force that carried me to a wall several meters away, as I began to lose consciousness I saw a faint flicker of hope. There at the feet of my savage enemy's lay a canister, the kind usually filled with fuel, my side arm had a single bullet left and I could feel no broken bones in my right arm, so without hesitation I took my final leap of faith. Before my eyes the carnage that unfolded held more beauty then a chorus of angels, four of the Snorks had been slaughtered including the pack leader, wounded stragglers fled with their so called lives, my trial was over all that remained was to tend to my wounds.... or so I thought. Against all possibility and logic the dominant Snork still lived, it was begining to recover, begining its violent assault all over again, when I learned that it was not too much to ask for a second miracle. It was as though the creature was struck down by the very hand of God, jagged metal pierced its skull with great velocity ending it's pitiful existence once and for all. To this day my only conclusion is that shrapnel blown high into the air from the previous explosion was the cause of the creatures demise, though I often wondered perhaps my survival was not the hand of God at work. Not in this land where Man made Hell, perhaps the Zone itself had spared my life, perhaps it had some purpose for me. It was this lands mystery that had drawn me here in the begining and by it's power I was allowed to stay awhile longer.