S.T.A.L.L.I.O.N.: The Marenobyl Chronicles

It seems like only yesterday that I was to retire from the Royal Guard.

It seems like only yesterday that the Zone was created and that Marenobyl went critical.

It seems like only yesterday that I arrived and set up the Cordon with my comrades.

It seems like only yesterday that the damn expedition was given the go-ahead.

It seems like only yesterday that I was with my comrades and friends but now I cannot even say that it was yesterday anymore; I am not quite sure when yesterday was not that it matters anymore. I only know pain, loss and dishonor; to be left for dead in a failed expedition and watch your brothers torn to shreds before your eyes by forces unknown only leaves one thing…HATRED.

It is that hatred that keeps me warm at night.

It is that hatred that guides me through the Zone’s blights.

It is that hatred that allows me to survive and fight.

It is that hatred that lets me know when my end is in sight.

And when that hatred cools and my body goes numb, it is that hatred that lets me know it is all right to go into the embrace of the light.