A/N: Hey guys sorry for the long update, don't worry I'm still alive, I have a lot of stuff to do IRL and don't have time to write this chapter fast enough, so I apologize for the inconvenience and hope you guys still enjoy the fanfic, I hope you guys gave me some feedback and suggestions to help me to learn how to write more.
Back to the story.
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Alex POV:
After a long night had passed by, I didn't get any wink of sleep that day. The dying eye of the scav still keeping me awake and taking a heavy toll on my mind, and the scratch on my cheek is a reminder to me that I almost died that day.
Not wanting to keep my depressing thoughts and doing nothing all day, I try to distract myself with the current task I have to finish first. Going up to my duffle bag near the doorway and check the contents of the bag. I Saw that I had enough light bulbs and wires to light up the hideout, I put the rest of my loot in the stash area and began to set up the lightbulbs across the hideout walls and connect the wires to the generator.
After finishing setting up the light bulbs and cables throughout the bunker, the only thing I needed now was fuel for the generator, remembering that I saw a lot of abandoned cars in the street, I began to prepare my gear to go to the surface to investigate the vehicles for some fuel for the generator. Grabbing the Jerrycan and water hose near the bunker's door, I take a deep breath and exit the hideout towards the surface again.
For this raid, I didn't bring my AK-103 with me because I drained the rest of the ammo I had on the last raid, so I only equipped the MP-443 pistol with me and tried to avoid any confrontation with the locals the best I could, knowing that only with just a handgun, I couldn't get into a crazy gunfight... and honestly? I suck at aiming either way so I use this pistol to scare the sh*t out of the enemy if they try to chase me down and hope to slow them down while I run away.
seeing the darkness of the tunnels I embrace the dark and walk through the tunnels towards the street, silently praying this loot run will go as planned and finding the fuel I need for the generator.
[Timeskip]
Location: Street of Tarkov
Time: 07:12 AM
Arriving on the surface I rush to the building on my right and hide there, learning my mistake from the previous raid, I don't want to walk in the open and choose to walk from building to building to get as much cover as I can and avoid any scav patrolling the area.
Stopping inside one of the rooms, I pull out the map and GPS to look at my current location, knowing I'm inside the building near the broken-down crane I plan my route to the city center where many abandoned cars are currently located.
After I was done with everything and putting my stuff in my chest rig I saw a Momex balaclava on the door hooks when I just wanted to go out of the room, with no face cover on me right now, I grabbed the balaclava and gladly put it on my face to cover my white a*s face from getting seen from far away.
Feeling my face is covered, I continue to traverse the building complex while I look for stuff on the way, slowly but surely I walk through the hallway and see a dead scav on the floor of the hallway, I notice he wearing a big blue backpack on his back and a shotgun beside him.
Going closer to the body, I strip him down and loot all the stuff he got, checking the bag, I saw a lot of food, water, and a couple of electronic inside of it, seeing that the bag was bigger than my duffle bag, I put all my stuff I found inside the big blue backpack that now I call the pilgrim backpack because how similar the bag was within the game.
Moving the dead scav over his back, I see him wearing a scav vest that has an 8x 12/70 6.5mm slug and an IFAK aid kit inside one of the pouches, moving the shells and aid kit into my rigs, I look over the shotgun beside him and inspect the gun, 'wait... I know this shotgun, it's the MP-133 pump action shotgun', I rack the pump down and see the chamber is empty.
Remembering how to load the gun from playing the game a lot, I pull 5 shells from my rigs and load the gun with some difficulty.
*cha-chack*
The feeling of pumping the loaded shotgun in my hand is exhilarating, especially now I can reduce someone's kneecap to smithereens if they try to f*ck around with me, putting my handgun back in my pocket, I carry the shotgun in my hand and wear the pilgrim on my back, ready to continue walking towards my destination.
But suddenly the sound of stepping on a broken glass alerted me, I instantly took cover behind the pillar of the corridor, rested my shotgun on my chest, and peeked around the pillars, there I saw 3 scav walking toward my position looking around for some loot.
Gripping my shotgun tightly, my hand began to shake from the trauma I got from yesterday, with no other way to avoid them, I had to force myself to face them head-on or die trying.
I slowly put my bag down and get ready for them to get closer to my position, hearing their step getting closer and closer, I lean out from my cover and aim my shotgun straight at the scav leading the group, one of them sees me instantly but when he tries to react is already too late.
*BANG*
The deafening sound of the shotgun rings around the building, the recoil of the shotgun hurt my shoulder but the bullet hit the scav right in the center of his chest, the time slows down in my eyes and I see his friend scav begin to panic seeing one of them died instantly in front of him.
"(in Russian) F*CK!!, the enemy in front!!", both of them start to fire their gun back at me, "(in Russian)Die!, you motherf*cker", I instantly go back to my cover and crank the pump to load another shell into the chamber, and the whizzing bullets go past me, and hitting the pillar where I'm hiding at.
Taking another deep breath I lean back again to take another shot but one of them grazes my shoulder making me miss my shot and hit the lamp on the ceiling, the pain of hot lead makes me stagger a bit but the adrenaline keeps my mind focused on the fight.
"(in Russian) cover me, I'll flank that f*cker", hearing one of them trying to push towards my position, I take the risk of getting hit by the suppressive fire and pop out from my cover and take another shot at the running scav.
*BANG* *Cha-Chack*
"(In Russian) AHGHHHH, MY LEGSS!!", my shot hit the scav legs and made him fall into the ground while writhing in pain, the scav with the pistol began to shoot at me furiously when he saw me capped his friend's legs.
Taking cover again, I waited until the scav ran out of bullets before I made any risky push, the sound of a click of an empty gun, made me get out from my cover and rush towards the scav, seeing me running towards him, he began to panic to load another magazine into his pistol but I already in front of him and bash my shotgun straight into his skulls.
Dropping down onto the ground, the scav tried to speak out for mercy but the barrels of my shotgun were already aimed at his face.
*BANG*
The gruesome sight of his head exploding and blood splattering on the ground makes me feel sick, cranking my shotgun the empty shells drop into the puddle of blood, I turn around to see the scav that I shot in the legs trying to crawl away from me.
Walking towards the injured scav, he heard my steps going near him and began to crawl even faster, in desperation, he tried to grab his gun back but I stepped his AK and kicked his belly to make him roll over onto his back, the sound of grunts come out from his mouth makes him see straight into my eyes, the rages, desperation, and now fear fills into his eyes.
*Cha-chack*
Racking my shotgun to load the last shell in the chamber, I aim my gun at his forehead, but before I pull the trigger he shivers and says his last word to me.
"Чудовище" *Bang*
With a single shot in the head, the scav died instantly, looking down at the dead scav made me feel like sh*t, forcing myself to take more life is not good for my mental health but I have to, either them or me.
Feeling a sting on my shoulder, I began to check my condition, removing my tracksuit I saw my right shoulder was bleeding from the gunfight and the pain slowly came into my brain when the adrenaline slowly diminished from my body.
Touching the wound I hissed in pain, "Ouch, that's f*king hurt", seeing that the wound was from a bullet grazing my skin I went to my backpack to pull out a bottle of clean water and wash the remaining blood from my shoulder and wiped it off with a towel I found in the previous room.
Pulling out a bandage pack from my rigs, I ripped it open and began to apply it to my wound, after I was done rolling the bandage on my shoulder I wore everything back and began to loot up the guns, ammo, and other stuff from the dead scav I kill into my backpack.
The stuff I got:
1. Badly damaged AKM with no dust cover on it
2. A mosin nagant with a PU-scope on it
3. A TT-33 (Tokarev) pistol
4. 3x AK 7.62x39 30-rounder mags (fully loaded)
5. 27x 7.62x54mm R LPS gzh
6. 4x pack of 7.62x39mm FMJ (1 pack had 30x bullets on it)
7. 2x fully loaded mags for the TT-33 and 2x empty mags
8. A couple of medical items (tourniquet, bandage, Ibuprofen painkillers, Morphines)
9. 2x F-1 hand grenade
10. Foods and water
Putting the ammo pack, medical items, food, pistol, water, and mags into the pilgrim backpack, I put the AKM and Mosin on the side of the backpack.
Done with organizing the loot in my backpack I'm ready to continue my walk to my destination, with a heavy backpack on my back, I walk painstakingly slow but I keep moving until I exit the building to see a lot of abandoned cars litter the roads.
Dropping my backpack to lighten my weight, I walk towards the cars and start to siphon the fuel from the vehicle into the Jerry can.
After 30 minutes of drawing off the fuel into the Jerry can and getting some fuel into my mouth from the failed attempts of sucking the fuel tanks with a water hose, I finally have enough fuel to run my generator for three days.
Picking up my backpack, I leave the area as soon as possible to avoid getting spotted by the patrolling scav.
Heading back to my hideout, I take a shortcut on the alleyways because I saw a group of scav nearby the road and choose to avoid them using this alleyway.
But when I walk through the trash and ruins of the alleyways I hear a rustling sound near the dumpster in front of me, I put my jerrycan down and put up my shotgun in a ready position.
Walking closer nervously to the dumpster, I instantly put away my finger on the trigger as soon I saw a small figure appear in my vision.
A young girl rummaged through the dumpster looking for food and stopped as soon she saw me closing in with a gun in my hand.
She froze there like a deer caught in the headlights and began to shake in fear because of me, she looked at me like a British mugger who wanted to mug someone in the alleyways... Scratch that, I do look like your typical British mugger with this ski mask on.
Looking at the defenseless girl in front of me, I put my gun away and tried not to scare the girl more because she looked like would piss herself if I made any sudden move.
"(in Russian)Hey, it's okay, don't be scared, here look", dropping my shotgun to the ground and pulling my face mask to reveal my face to her, seeing the girl still scared, I pull out a candy bar from my chest rig and offer her to take it.
"(in Russian)Here take it, don't be scared alright ?", extending my hand towards her, she slowly approaches me and takes the candy bar from my hand.
She unwraps the candy bar and starts to eat it, looking at how hungry she is, makes me feel bad about her current situation, 'leaving a child alone like this, especially in the middle of a warzone makes me want to punch her parents so bad, I get that with the chaos from a week ago, they could be separated during the evacuation and accidentally got left behind like me.'
noticing that she finished the whole candy bar and looking at me for more, I pulled out another one and gave it to her, seeing her cheerful face eating the candy bar made me chuckle a bit, she heard my chuckle and shyly looked away from me and keep continue eating the candy bar while I sort out my mind what to do with her.
'hmm, I can't take care of this girl on my own, hell I even can take care of myself right', thinking about how I can help out this young girl, an idea comes to my mind.
'wait, I know who will take care of this girl', I released my bag to the ground, pulled out a map of the city, and began searching for the location of the person who could help this girl.
reading the Russian-based map takes me a while but I found it, 'Here found it, damn that's a long way to walk, it will take probably 3 hours to get there safely', contemplating taking this long journey, I notice the girl finish her food and squatting down while looking at me with a curious face that tries to figure out what I'm doing, seeing her innocent eyes makes me realize even on the middle of violence, war, and anarchy there are still such innocent left on this wretched city.
Removing my doubt away, I agreed to to take this girl to a safe place, putting the map back, I got up from the ground and gave her my hand to offer her to come with me.
"(in Russian)Hey kid listen, come with me and I promise you to find a safe place for you to stay", she was hesitant for a bit, but she took my hand and nodded at my offer happily, I stashed the jerrycan and extra weapon inside the dumpster to light up my weight and only bring the shotgun and pistol on me.
Looking at the current time, we have 5 hours to get there before nighttime hits, feeling the small hand holding my hand tightly, we both begin to take the walk toward the street, and our next destination is Tarkov Central City Hospital, where the famous doctor in Tarkov is currently located.
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[Current gear]
Headgear: None
Helmet: None
Armor vest: PACA soft armor vest
Chest rig: WARTECH TV-109 + TV-106
Face mask: Momex balaclava
Primary weapon: MP-133
Secondary weapon: MP-443
Backpack: Pilgrim backpack
Outfit: grey Adidas tracksuit, dark green cargo pants, white sneakers
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