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The Scorpion of Chernobyl

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Reads 112
Votes 11
Parts 16
Time 3h 45m

benjamin_feliciano_

Mature

horror-thriller

Heads or tails. You didn't get to pick. The fallout did that for you. Once Chernobyl's reactor blew, your destiny was sealed in the worst hell imaginable. 
      	The world is led to believe civilians and their families within the Soviet held territory were safely evacuated from the city surrounding the power plants disaster. But everybody living close to the containment zone knew better than to believe the Russians, as they struggled to cover up the sinister truth. A city sealed from the outside world. Horrific starvation. Tragic illness. Rampant violence. A crumbling political structure. Gang oppression. To top off the shit sandwich, a dark mystery that has unfolded upon the people of Pryp'yat' from the secret crypts of the nuclear reactor. 
      	If you hadn't become a walking timebomb riddled with radiation sickness, a genetic fugitive gifted with some ludicrous superpower out of a comic strip, or a flesh rotting nightmare prowling the streets of Pryp'yat', chances are you were running for your fucking life. 
       	With the Soviets losing control of the containment area and resorting to more violent means against the innocent, Ande is surprisingly thrusted into the thundering eye of one of the single biggest, modern day guerrilla wars the world would never know. 
      	Not that she really minded of course. Fighting the infamous Red Army of mother Russia sounded a little more high speed. And exactly the type of fun she's been looking for nowadays! 
     	But how well is she going to keep tabs on tracking down a Communist Battalion Commander? All the while avoiding Soviet Special forces, The Elect, the local Pryp'yat' Police Department, and the shadows lurking in The Pit of the nuclear reactor, as they all search from one end of the containment zone to the other looking to serve her head on a silver platter. 
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