![]() ![]() The Stalker sighed and continued on, the Clicking growing more urgent Click. ![]() Looking ahead he saw his goal, the reactor building number number four at Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, a ghostly flame appeared to continuously burn atop like a haze the Zone seemingly making it so that the grisly disaster that occurred the night of its creation played out forever in time. Pausing for a moment, the Stalker scanned the horizon with his keenly attuned senses, after all, not many lasted as long as he did without being acutely aware of the sights, sounds and even smells peculiar to the Zone. The Stalker’s Geiger counter slowly began to count more frequently as he neared his goal. The Click had been steadily increasing its cadence, from once every few minutes to once a minute. The only sounds were the soft sucking as his boots moved one step forward at a time through the mud, the occasional hiss as the occasional raindrop hit a burner a distance away and the Click. He always wore the cloak because some times the rain was more just water, sometimes melting men, sometimes healing them, every thing in the Zone was familiar and it was not, often at the same time. … the aged Stalker slightly shivered and pulled his sodden brown cloak closer as the light wind brought a chill to him. ![]()
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