I am writing a book s.T.A.L.K.E.R.

Was a clear summer day. The sun shone brightly above the zone. Such days for this place are rare. Nothing foreshadowed trouble, and therefore, calmly taking a backpack with things, I left the old, long abandoned house. But even on such a sunny and carefree day, one must not forget about safety. I checked the holster in which my old, but non -resistant pistol Beretta lay, then taking out the gun I checked the presence of a cartridge in the clip. Next, removing the gun back to the holster, I calmly went along the way to the south. I needed to go to the camp of newcomers, which is located in the southern part of Cordon. The camp is located in an abandoned small village, on the edge of which there is a bunker of a local merchant-Sidorovich. This merchant is very cunning and smart. From any of your requests, he can find a benefit and knows when you can sharply raise the price of the product you need, but he can give you a task for which you can get a good reward. But I did not follow him there. I needed a stalker named lame. We have long been in good relations and he recently informed me that he wanted to crank up one business. I certainly did not know anything about this work, but he said that a lot of money was involved there, and everyone needed it and, moreover, I knew that lame would never deceive me.
Now I was already approaching the railway embankment. Trains used to go here, but they abandoned this place after the first accident in 1986. Everything that remains of it is a destroyed bridge, mountains of garbage and an old railway. This place was shared by the “dressing room of the zone” and the real zone. This place was guarded by the military, but they could be bribed. Now I was not going to do this, since I really needed money, and I ate vodka and stew last night, remembering that I was not at my stomach. Going to the other side was not an easy task. Almost the entire embankment was located barbed wire. In search of a hole about a day, but there is a bypass- through the tunnel. It was once filled with anomalies, but after the last ejection, maybe everything has changed.
Without thinking twice, I went to this tunnel. I was right, there were no anomalies, but there was a problem. The boar slept in the tunnel, apparently he hid from the scorching sun in the shade. Killing a boar is not so easy, especially from a pistol. I looked around in the tunnel: concrete slabs lay on each other right at the exit, behind them there was a broken car, apparently someone driving along the tunnel at high speed did not have time to turn the steering wheel and was imprinted right into the concrete, and a huge rusty container was lying on the right. The wild boar lay right between the broken car and the container. About half an hour I needed to come up with a plan. I decided to take a thick stick and beat it by car, the wild boar will wake up from the roar and hearing the sounds should be scared, and when it comes to him that there is nothing dangerous, I will probably go through the tunnel. So I decided to do. Taking a strong stick, I went to the car and hit it. An echo from the blow was heard all over the tunnel, but the wild boar was still asleep. I beat the car, but the wild boar ignored me.
“I need to arrange a nuclear bomb here, to wake it, I thought to myself and threw a stick right into a wild boar.
“Your mother,” I yelled and realized that he did it in vain.
The wild boar got to his feet and fury ran at me. I jumped aside. The creature, not having time to turn, flashed another five meters and stopped. Without hesitation, I rushed into the tunnel. The boar immediately realized what I was doing and ran after me. Halfway at the exit, I realized that I could not run away from him and wrapped he immediately behind the container. Since the boar was slow -heartedly he ran on and, turning around, rushed after me. I took out a gun from a holster and began to shoot at the creature. The first three shots fell right in the face and five more past. The wild boar got too fast and without having to dodge, I received a strong blow to the abdomen. Since the container was behind me, I hit him.
– Oh, you bitch!- I yelled.
The boar had already come close and then I sharply took out a knife and dug up with it right into the eye of this scum. The boar roared and tried to pull the knife out of his eye, but only waved his paws. I got a hoof right on the jaw and howled in pain. Standing to my feet, I picked up a gun and finished off the running creature. After several shots, the gun clasped and the wild boar fell. I pulled the knife out of his eye and wiped the blood on the jacket. Having charged the clip with cartridges out of the box and cleaning it back to the holster, I went on. Having overcome the railway embankment, I approached the old factory. All that could be taken there for a long time, but this building was strong and you can even survive in it. Then I decided to make a halt and rest.
When I start approaching the factory, my PDA quietly picked and three yellow dots appeared on the screen.
“Neutral,” I thought.
However, in all groups there are freaks and where is the probability that these stalkers will not rob me and will not kill me?! I sent them a message that I came with a peaceful goal- to rest. In response, a letter came: “Hai, dude. Come in we do not mind.”And I went into the building. Three people were sitting near the fire. The first is a young dark-skinned man with gray eyes, dressed in a brand new jacket. Immediately visible is new. The second is very battered during the time spent in the zone. The face is covered with abrasions. The costume is a stalker dawn. The third was lying calmly and slept I did not see my face, as he lay with his back to the exit.
– Oh, dude, go through.- The newcomer greeted.- Don’t be shy about go to the fire. By the way, my bones are called. I’m here recently.
I greeted and crouched to the fire.

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