How could this have happened to me!" Sergey thought to himself and wiped the moisture off the glass of his gas mask with his hand, hiding behind the wall by the doorway, frantically reloading another magazine of his machine gun, pulled the bolt with a click, sending a cartridge into the chamber.
He was in an abandoned apartment, abandoned by its residents decades ago, covered from the walls to the furniture with mold and dust. The Geiger detector hanging on his backpack was beeping weakly, indicating the presence of radiation here.
Behind the broken glass of the windows one could hear the rhythmic fall of raindrops, the howling of the wind, and a deep dark night was observed, only occasionally lightning appeared with a characteristic sound with a flash of light leaving images of gloomy abandoned multi-story buildings.
Peering out of the doorway into the dark corridor with crumbling plaster and peeling paint on the walls, turning off the flashlight, he dropped to one knee and aimed the barrel of the AEK-971 assault rifle at the stairwell.
Voices and clanking could be heard from the floor below
They had followed in his wet footsteps...
Crouching down, clutching the handle tighter and pressing the butt to his shoulder, he silently waited for them to appear
His finger was already at the ready on the trigger.
The sound of boots and the flickering of lanterns could be heard from the stairwell, three figures quickly burst onto the floor and began to look around
Not daring to wait any longer, he pulled the trigger. The sound of a machine gun burst resounded throughout the building, with the ringing of cartridges falling to the floor, bullets rushed towards the enemies in a deadly stream, hitting opponents one after another, they, unable to react in time, fell dead to the ground, twitching.
Hastily loading the next magazine, he looked out from the shelter
Bullets immediately flew in his direction, again hiding in the apartment, sticking only the machine gun out of the doorway, he began to intuitively shoot towards the enemy, hoping to hit.
"Fuck... I had to run into fucking fanatics..." The boy muttered, and began to feverishly think how to get out, it won't work through the window... Too high. If he falls down, there is a high probability of breaking his bones.
There was only one exit here, and this is the stairwell. Where the fanatics from the "Monolith" group came from.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a flashbang grenade, and threw it in their direction. After the bell rang, not noticing the enemy, pressing himself against the wall, he carefully walked along the corridor, pointing his machine gun at where the Monolith man was supposed to be.
Getting closer and closer to the corpses lying on the floor with blood stains on their white camouflage.
Suddenly, an enemy appeared from behind the stairwell and was preparing to start shooting, when several bullets pierced his head with a roar, piercing his gas mask, the dead monolith rolled down the wall leaving a bloody trail and rolled a little down the stairs without moving.
Sergey sighed with relief, lowering his weapon.
Sergey Chuguev, at the moment he is a little over twenty years old, a year ago after his death he was transferred to this dangerous world, the memory of death and of himself were like in a fog, but he knew that he moved to a world based on the game S.T.A.L.K.E.R. which he once played.
The Chernobyl exclusion zone, where danger lurked around every corner, one wrong step could lead to death, lethal doses of radiation scattered here and there, various artifacts dropped from anomalies, objects with their own unique properties, some could remove radiation, others could cause regeneration, while others could lead to death. Anomalies... the product of the emission scattered throughout the zone, changing their location after each emission, just like the artifacts had their quirks, for example: jelly, a liquid formation, looks like a glowing bright green liquid, when in contact with the body it causes injuries similar to the effect of a strong acid. Or for example: a funnel, at the moment of activation with terrible force sucks in everything that is within a radius of 10-15 meters. If you get into the center of the "funnel" there is no chance of survival: the body of both an animal and a person will be compressed into a tight lump, and then torn apart at the moment of the so-called discharge.
Mutants, animals mutated under the influence of radiation also represented a danger. Well, and wars of groups for dominance over the zone and so on. All this was the zone.
(Should I delete the description of the zone? I think I wrote a little too much. )
"It seems to be the last one ..." Sergey muttered quietly, relaxing his shoulders. Putting away his machine gun and taking off his gas mask, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lit one from a small flame, he took a deep drag and began to examine the corpses in search of valuables, squatting down.
Sergei took several magazines with 5x45 and 9mm calibers found from under the bags of a dead man with an AKA, throwing them into an open backpack lying on the floor, food, a couple of canned goods, smoked sausage also flew there, the loaf did not go because of the mold that had formed on it, not finding anything else of value, he moved on to another corpse.
He approached, pushed him with his boot, turned him over on his side, pulled off his tactical backpack with anticipation and began to open it. And froze for a moment, all his attention was focused on two small white containers in the backpack.
"So... now we'll check if today is my day." With shining eyes, rubbing his hands in anticipation, he began to uncork the first container. As soon as the lid clicked open, the Geiger detector beeped weakly, a weak white glow burst out of the container. Jackpot! Sergey thought and began to examine the artifact, he immediately recognized it, it was "Moonlight" a rather rare artifact in the zone that significantly increases a person's endurance, from small minuses it slightly worsens electrical protection. For this artifact, traders are ready to bite off right away, he recognized this artifact only because he himself wanted one, but he never managed to find it himself, and to buy it he needed a decent amount, so he gave it up for a while. Now, having found it, it will be an excellent addition to his assembly, and in no case will he sell it. Having closed the container, put it on the floor next to him, delighted, he enthusiastically turned his gaze to another container
"Come on. Make daddy happy..." Sergey whispered, excitedly opening the container, the detector, which was silent, beeped again a little louder than from the previous artifact, this one did not disappoint either, it was "Gravel", although it is not as rare as Moonlight, but is not often encountered. Of the effects, it significantly helps to reduce the carried weight, although it is quite radioactive. Fortunately, he has a counter art that will remove the negative effect of the artifact, Gravel also goes into his cherished assembly, completing it. Now all five slots on the belt for artifacts will be filled.
The Goddess of Fortune must have kissed him, taking pity on him, realizing what kind of ass he was sent to when he moved to the so-called zone.
Standing up, he excitedly opened two small empty artifact slots on his belt and carefully transferred two artifacts from the containers into them, as soon as this happened, a wave of electricity seemed to pass through his body, his body became light as a feather, filled with energy that he had never felt before. The blood was boiling in him to do something. It was so exciting.
Although you shouldn't be too self-confident, a few bullets could still kill him in the blink of an eye. Having calmed down his ardor, Sergey turned his gaze to the other corpses.
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