The Saga of Boris Unforgiven

  A lone flesh wandered the quarry's side in Jupiter, occasionally halting to pluck wilted flowers and weeds off the ground. Its herd had been torn to shreds by a group of snorks, the twisted creatures ripping bones and muscles off their victims. This lone pig was the only survivor. It sniffed the grass before raising its gaze to the sky, and suddenly the creature let out a frightened squeal. It broke out into a chaotic sprint, which was stopped by a bullet ripping into its abnormally large eye, killing the mutant on spot. Scratch one pig, professor!, Dima shouted with a smirk. Oh... I was sure it was a Zombified stalker. Kurwa, the professor cursed. You're Polish, professor?, Sanyok asked, recognizing the ubiquitous Polish swear word. Tak, the Marigold Research Expedition has experts from multiple Eastern and Central European nations. We..., the professor begun, but the blast from Dima's rifle cut him off. The sharp-eyed former merc had spotted one Zombifie, and his suppre

  In the old and rustic room of Yanov station a lamp swung drowzily from the ceiling. The small cramped space was lit well by it, its yellowish glow illuminating the long-time tenant of Yanov, its most trusted doctor Bonesetter. The medic scratched his head in puzzlement, as he inspected the mortally wounded man in front of him. Or well, he should have been mortally wounded, but instead the man was in the prime of his life, all wounds healed in a matter of day. Bonesetter finished his examination and his bemusement grew. I do not understand. When they brought you in here, you had lost far too much blood, had been riddled with bullets and I could not even count the amount of fractures in your bones. Yet two days have passed, and you're up on your feet again, no signs of damage. Spade, the guy you came here with, in turn is still healing downstairs, Bonesetter thought out loud. I do not remember how, but in some way, my body differs from that of my old self. I regained my former thou

  The town of Chornobyl. Long abandoned, the first Chornobyl disaster having driven out a majority of its inhabitants and those who remained were wiped out by the second one. Or so the authorities thought, but most of them had been eliminated or employed by the Group as they constructed a laboratory near it. Lab X-7, a name long lost in the haze of history, had originally been used to experiment with tectonic weaponization. After the success of the Kaymanov emitters, a small pet project of Professor Boghdanov had been started there, eventually being mostly forgotten after the Second Disaster even by C-Conciousness members. After the area was cordoned off by anomalies, hardly anyone visited it save for a singular faction. Until the giant emission of 2019. Overlooking the factory complex in the middle of the town, Dimuha took a deep breath. Vityukha had described the horrors that lay here, but to what extent they remained here still was unknown. Right now the place looked positively idyl

  When Boris led his squad into the Yanov station for the third time in a short while, it had finally returned to its crowded state. Freedom squads chatted away around the tables, and from the athmosphere it was clear that the raid had been a success. Hawaiian served drinks and weed to the flecktarn-wearing warriors, and the Freedom fighters sang Ukrainian anarchists songs in only slightly slurred manner. Loki looked like he was the only one who had not enjoyed adult beverages or other substances, and he greeted Boris, Dima and Sanyok from his table. Ah, Redemption! Thanks for stopping those damn Zombified, I don't want to think about what could have happened if they got through, the Freedom leader said. We didn't stop them, the rain did, Boris commented, but Loki grinned all the same and handed him a bottle of Nemiroff for his troubles. Lighten up, brother, you guys seriously need to learn to take the glory or else you'll be in that Redemption business still when Sidorovic