The journey back to the city was a slow one. The jeep in which Tarkov came in was not big. Most of the space was taken over by his Alpine snake Mecha, leaving little space for other players to sit on.
So the ones without a seat latched on the roof and sides of the jeep.
"Wake me up when we get there." Girisia was tired and the journey will take a while.
"I saw the bodies…"
"So what?" Girisia asked, his closed eyes opened once again and his face reverting to his casual self.
"Nothing." Tarkov stopped and didn't continue the topic, he knew. Sometimes people just need time to come to terms with some realities.
He was someone who had experienced countless tragedies and hence had been used to it. But he had seen others in his group that took time to adapt. All of them came to a different answer at the end.
