The rain joined their mocking laugh. How could those old stories for old women told by that dirty trader reck? when he was so scared that he wasn't capable of going out of his shelter in Cordon? They have served in the Foreign Legion for ten long years. They wouldn't be surprised that easy.
There still could be heard the chords of the guitar that a stalker stroke in the newbie village, when they saw themselves trapped by an invisible claw that crushed their bodies and dragged them into a strange disturbance in the atmosphere.
One of them had enough time to get his combat knife and stick it with violence in the ground, caught in an ironic way to an instrument of death to save his life. The other flew a some meters in the air before exploding in a thousand pieces, covering of his remains the body of his partner, that understood in the most brutal way the price that The Zone reclaimed.


The rain accompanied their mocking laugh. How much could matter to them those old lady stories told by that dirty merchant, so scared that wasn’t even capable of leaving his refuge on the street? They had served in The Foreign Legion for ten long years. They weren’t going to be surprised that easily.
You could still hear the chords of a guitar stroked by a stalker in the novice village, when they found themselves trapped by an invisible pincer that was pressing their bodies and dragging them to a weird perturbation on the atmosphere. One of them had enough time to take out his combat knife and stick it on the earth with violence, holding in an ironic way to a death instrument to save his life. The other raised a few meters in the air before exploding in a thousand pieces, covering with remains his companion body, who understood by the most brutal way the price that The Zone was claiming.