Echoes of the Zone

It was a merciless, grim world, imbued with macabre elements. It was a cathartic, primal world, vibrant with life. The souls wandering in the Zone knew the depravity of these places. Yet, their silhouettes tirelessly roamed them.
Lost or in search, found or sought, each seemed to relish the wanderings it offered: mercenaries, settlers, brigands; solitary, united, believers. All found their fulfillment, for good reason.
Thus, as you can well imagine, amidst the multitude of Zonians, many stories deserved to be told. But the one I am about to unveil to you, my friends, I assure you, is usually kept silent.

Translation from French, please excuse any spelling errors.