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As I am writing this down many things has changed, My hair has turned white long ago. I'm now 32 years old but I look like a 50-year-old in my room there is a mirror and every time I look at it, I miss my youth. I'm now a middle-aged man, Heavily scarred mentally and physically. I'm tired and just want to stop..But somebody's gotta pay a price for fucking with me.
I have so much blood in my hands it will never wash off.
I really lack the words to say anything really, Ok..Here goes!
I'm Danielle Ivanov. I'm telling you my story because I heard that getting things out of your chest helps calm the mind.
If you are reading this in some different timeline of events or probably the world is a better place now, I-I was born in the yellow zone, My family wasn't that rich well...I had my Mom just her, I lost Dad before I was even born. But Daddy was a legend he is Adrian a rescued child before the bombs dropped.
Oh right. Sorry! You probably don't know a Yellow zone is a swampy watery radioactive place for the middle class.
I made allot of friends back there, I wonder if things have changed.
While I roam the richly decorated halls I was taken back when I saw the rich kids of the aristocrats playing soldier in the courtyard, I smiled atleast they didn't have to go through my experiences.
I run my fingers through the scar on my right eye and I was taken back to a simpler time.
Anyways it was, No It happened on April 27 after my birthday I was invited by Maximus and CJ to go hunting.
There is a forest nearby. That's where I went hunting.
I walked downstairs to talk to my mother, who was in the kitchen "Mom, I will go hunting with them, mind if I come?"
Mom was 30 something years old at that time, Back then she made a name for herself. She is Natsha Ivanov a famed Stalker who worked alongside my dad and were known treasure hunters, Who unwittingly discovered the Red and Black Zone. She used to be the team's Marksman basically she carried around a scoped rifle and sniped mutants and bandits.
"To where?" My mom asked as she was prepping on my food. It was lunch time, Pretty typical Thursday.
"You know the trash pit the place with all of the broken down tanks?" I asked "The mountain and lake next to it."
She was royally "No way you are staying here!" She then slammed her hand at the table.
"Mom!" I roared "I'm a grown up now! Didn't dad do things like this! I want to follow his foot steps!"
My mother then came close and grabbed my shoulder "To your room now! You are 13 years old I understand you want to do things like this but you can get hurt!"
I then look down i was very frustrated and dissapointed that woman wont let me grow up. She wants me to stay with her all the time I can do things myself.
