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Sorry for the Delay

Sorry. I've meant to talk about about everything here in New Zealand with Med. I'll get around to it. When I calm down some. It's been an...interesting visit. I've also been avoiding the blogs some after hearing about the situation with Sanna. Stay safe everyone, I'll be back around with the story of my exploits here soon.

Christchurch

Alright, attempt two...
I just arrived in Christchurch, New Zealand. I'm currently sitting in a small coffee shop in the airport. I also hate flying now: everyone gives me these weird looks when they see my ID. Am I on some kind of watch list or something?

Anyway, I can now say that I've been to New Zealand!

(For some odd reason the post disappeared the first time I put it up. Here it is again, with a small update: I rented a one-night room. It's not too bad, I guess.)

What Now?

Chernobyl. Just reading that word brings up all the history behind it. In my attempt to evade Dmitri's men, I apparently was heading in that general direction. He decided that if I was looking to spend time in isolation from other people, I might as well go there. He arranged for me to quietly enter and have an exit. I was also given all of the warnings you could expect of the dangers.

I found what I was looking for, except it was different than I expected. I found a person. He didn't tell me his name, just told me to call him the 'Hunter.' He said that he was hunting the creature that killed his wife. When I asked what it was, he said it was the 'Rake.' He believed that he would be able to kill it, and that it would be in the Zone. Apparently, he knew someone that was able to make a facsimile of one of the Archangel's rounds.

On a hunch, I stayed with him as he tried tracking his prey. I was completely amazed. You may call me crazy, but the Zone is absolut…

Well...Shit

So, I finally found out who I am. You were all right. I found out when those men caught up to me. We had a (very short) shootout. I made sure to go for non-lethal hits only (and succeeded). But, a revolver only has so many rounds...

The man in charge ordered them to stop firing (they had assault rifles, so they certainly had more ammo than me) then said, "I only know one идиот (I believe that's how it's spelled. I don't know Russian though, sorry.) crazy enough to use a revolver in a firefight. Come on out, Carteya." I knew I had no choice, so I surrendered. He said his name was 'Dmitri' and that we had met before. I explained my situation and he said that I looked like Carter. After that, he helped me enter a certain place that I'll talk about in the next post.

Long story short, I'm Carter. I don't know how to accept that. My business here in Russia is now done, I found what I was looking for. My next step is to decide if I want to go further…