.... The moment I opened my eyes, the only thing I could hear was the screaming outside my window and the flickering chatter of small arms fire in the distance.
This was the day my life changed forever.
I had come to Chernarus as part of an oil trade agreement with the trans-black Druzhba pipeline crossing countries all the way from Russia to Romania. It was a peak time for Chernarus. I was planning to set the board of directors up with fat stockbroker investors from America looking to make a quick buck in the little country by monopolizing the oil market and taking even more from the poor Chernorussians that the Soviets hadn't.
My mind was very far from what would happen.
I remember the week it happened. I had just flown in from Germany, my wife telling me "Richard, You better bring your sunblock!". Heh. Seemed silly thinking about that kind of pathetic thing back then. I was much paler than I was at least. Much less seasoned. fat, white westerner. I had been to hours of meetings, barely listened to any of them. I was here to make money, not change lives. I was hoping to get out of the country as quickly as possible and fuck my wife hard against the back of my GT, seems like those dreams have gone a little farther than predicted , heh, but still as clear in my head as it was back then.
But that day, that fateful day, all I could remember were those awful screams. even after everything, those were still burned locked far into my head.
Then a solemn silence. Just for a few minutes.
The rest of the week was painful from my hotel room. I was told to leave but I couldn't move. I locked my hotel room and stayed as quiet as I could, hoped they thought I ran with the rest. From then on the sounds just got worse and worse and they stayed there. They stayed in my head, still in my head, every single little rustle. I remember peeking out of the window at one point and seeing a man shoot another man or what I thought was a man to see him get ripped to shreds by hundreds more of those things that were once people.
But all I could think about was what I could do. I had plans, so many wonderful devious plans, I could do anything. anything I ever wanted. I started small and it got better and better and bett...
*You would hear rustling*
"Oh, you're awake! Wonderful, we can begin!"
*You may hear a woman's voice, her words inaudible*
"So you see, I want you to send a message to them. You got that? A message? You see? You see?"
"What message.. I don't know about any message..."
"No, you're going to bring a message. To them! You understand? Just stay still, just stay still..."
"Wait No.. NO" *long crackling screams may be heard, then silence*
*You would hear slicing and cutting. A slippery sounding cut*
"Now you, little miss, need to bring this lil' tape to my friend? Yes, Yes! Into the stomach you go."
*You can hear movement and rustling, a wet and squishy somewhere. All is heard is a single gunshot, then the tape ends flat seconds later.*