Vladimir Korchescov's Blog (5)

THE RUSSIAN STORY

CHAPTER ONE: A NEW DIVIDE





*FACILITY 1, MOSCOW, RUSSIAN FEDERATION*



I try and pass the time these days, the music the commander plays on the speakers, I don't mind it, hell, i'm fasinated with the Pyatnitsky Russian Folk Chorus, it beats the moans of the undead. anything does. We have alot of past time here, drinking vodka, playing soccor, in hindsight, the facility is larger than i originally thought. regardless, I needed to something to read,… Continue

When the horde poured at us, we thought we were prepared at every defence...how wrong were we.



Defence Point Pioneer: Largest Defence Point

Location: Seattle, USA

Time: 1830 Hours American Time

Date: 23rd July 2009



The air was chillingly unrefreshing, spine tingling feeling in everyone, CPS (Civilian Protection Service) personell, Soldiers, everyone. but we had a tight defence, no-one, quite literally no-one would pass through that point without a… Continue

Well, this is my story, an endless story of what became of my Russia, of my friends, of me....



This disaster happened when Super-flu case was confirmed in Digora, my company was sent to Digora to contain them, before we could even know, the case had spread to Beslan, then the pandemic began. Hospitals began to flood with patients, our health care system, even though improving, could not take this. when it mutated into the Campion Virus, the Kremlin initiated a new protocol, Protocol… Continue

Hollowness, thats what i felt as i checked the remains of buildings, intact, perfect, yet no one.



Not one person.



I checked room after room, apartment after apartment, building after building. No-one. the Ghosts were the only god-forsaken things to occupy the shallow hallways. i went to an apartment complex in the shape of a H. I searched around it, nature, so quickly, had taken its control, vines were growing around the walls, spider webs along the plants. I crinkled and… Continue

Volgagrad....



The site of a brutal battle, Stalingrad it was name during the vile days of Stalinist Russia.



Now, the industral heart of a growing empire, or so it had been. if you classify it still during these dark times. I walked the empty streets, areas where the military hadn't correned off. I felt soul-less, heavy-hearted, I tired to imagine what my grandfather went through here, the suicide charges, the absolute horror and no concern of life. But that was just like… Continue