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Post by bawls34 on Sept 19, 2012 21:10:33 GMT -5
Dmitri watched from behind a concrete barrier as the group stood before the guard post leading out into the surface, they seemed to be having trouble getting the guards to let them through. The mutant woman cast a furtive glance behind her causing Dmitri to duck down a little, even though he was mostly concealed. "she must have seen me earlier..." Dmitri thought as the group continued to argue. "looks like a detour is necessary..." said Dmitri to himself, as he moved forward of the barrier and searched the walls.
"Aha" Dmitri thought as he saw a small Hammer and Sickle spraypainted on the wall, it stood imprinted above a large metal fuel drum that laid half buried in the ground. Dmitri put his ear to the drum and rapped on it a few times, hearing a hollow ring come from the metal, Dmitri smiled and moved to the top half of the drum. Dmitri's gear shuffled a little as he pulled his gas mask on, the stale smell eminating from the latex rubber of his old soviet gas mask was somewhat comforting as he pryed open the top of the drum and noxious gases rose from inside. Dmitri looked in to see the bottom of the buried drum lead to a large drainage pipe and climbed in.
As he pulled the top of the hollow drum closed, the tunnel was covered in darkness. Dmitri quickly turned his shoulder lamp on, filling the area with artificial light as he unslung his Mosin Nagant and cycled a round into the chamber. "To the surface.." he said to himself as he started down the tunnel.
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Post by The Karcolith on Sept 22, 2012 14:15:09 GMT -5
Oleg stood by, irritated that they couldn't leave by the main exit. When they turned back he sighed, he didn't really want to walk back to the station to get permission.
Once they were out of ear shot he said quietly, "There must be a way up to the surface from one of these side passages." Pointing at the blocked off passages. As they walked they passed one passage that had a sign indicating stairs on the wall.
"Let's try this one." Oleg suggested.
Pushing on the rusted door of the passages he felt it give slightly. Getting a better foot hold he pushed harder, the door scraped back allowing them access to the stairwell that lead both up and down, clicking on his light the area was full of cobwebs and dust particles floating slowly and effortlessly through the air. Once the other two had came through Oleg pushed the door most of the way closed in case they needed to exit from the same place, and if they'd been followed it would be impossible to follow with out alerting them due to the sound of the door opening and closing.
Taking out his old lighter made from a very large caliber gun he sparked it igniting a thick patch of spider webs by the stairwell. The fine webs went up quickly and died down again quickly leaving the area dark and musty.
"I guess we start climbing?" Oleg said more as a comment, but also as a question. Holding his gun ready as he slowly made his way up the aged stairs towards the surface hopefully.
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Post by CaptainNips on Sept 23, 2012 22:32:06 GMT -5
As Oleg started up the stairs, Mikhail tugged on his gas mask and turned on his helmet flashlight. He then unslung his Kalash and followed behind Oleg. As the group wallked up, Mikhail pondered to himself; making sure he knew the correct way to reach the warehouse.
"The journey won't be long, comrades. It's just north along the main road." The gas mask muffled his voice, making it seem raspy and gruff.
"The demons will be a hassle but will leave us alone if we don't piss them off."
Mikhail yawned and continued, "What am I nagging about... you guys are veterans. It'll be easy. We grab the loot and head towards Oleg's objective. Simple."
He mostly spoke of this just to reassure himself. Mikhail knew what horrors awaited them. The Hansa soldier also hoped that they wouldn't run into Dark Ones that far north. He had heard many stories of the telepathic Homo Novus and had no intention of encountering them.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Sept 28, 2012 11:26:28 GMT -5
The stairs were dusty, dirty, the corridor rising up through the earth thick with old cobwebs. Once a maintenance entrance, it was now completely abandoned. The stairs lead up into another, much darker room filled with junk and dust. Rats fled from the light of the humans' torches, and Nadya felt reassured by the rodents' presence. One of her companions accidentally flashed his light into her eyes, briefly making them appear as two shining orbs in the semi-darkness. Another flight of stairs lead upwards, and Nadya was the first to step up. She could feel the distant cold breeze of the surface on her face, so she pulled her old Soviet gas mask out of its pouch and put it on. The tight and worn rubber encased her head almost completely, and the roung lenses gave her a bug-like air.
Then they reached a heavy fireproof door. A cold breeze was whistling under it, and Nadya silently looked back at the two men following her. "Ready?", her eyes seemed to say before she shoved the door open.
The door caught on something outside, and Natalya grunted as she tried to open it more. She slipped out into the cold surface air and saw that snow-covered rubble had partially blocked the door. The door itself was old and eaten by age and wind, its stark grey frame barely standing out in the grey concrete structure it was built into. Nadya turned away and looked around her. The tall silhouette of the Lenin Hotel was visible over the jagged rooftops. Cars sat in the dirty snow, twisted and burnt, the wind whistling morosely through their empty windows.
"Here we are", said Nadya, her voice muffled by the gas mask, "the Dead City."
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Post by The Karcolith on Sept 29, 2012 5:56:26 GMT -5
"Here we are", said Nadya, her voice muffled by the gas mask, "the Dead City."
The surface always sent a shiver down Oleg's spine, the sight of so much destruction and death. Frail skeletons littered the area, he could only imagine the horror that had befallen the city when the bombs had fallen and the people had realised they were going to die.
Shaking his head to focus on the task at hand, he looked to Mikhail and spoke in a hushed tone.
"You lead the way, I haven't seen this part of the city for some time now and it isn't the most familiar to me." He said, barely as loud as the breeze.
Somewhere in the distance the familiar bellow of an unseen mutant could be heard before another mutant answered it, a high pitch squeal presumably from one of the mutants getting killed by the other made Oleg freeze for a second as they weaved through the lines of vehicles. Finally about half a minute later another bellowing roar and the sound of wings in the distance.
"Down!" He hissed ducking and pressing himself against the body of a burnt out van.
Moments later they saw a Demon flying past, carrying what appeared to be it's meal, the other mutant was still thrashing weakly in the grasp of the flying beast. It landed somewhere on the rooftop of the Lenin hotel.
Standing again but staying low Oleg the the other two continued on their way.
"Hopefully it'll be content with that creature it caught. If we stay behind cover we'll be fine." He said looking ahead to see what cover was around aside from the cars that littered the street.
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Post by CaptainNips on Oct 1, 2012 3:22:36 GMT -5
Mikhail crouched up from cover and motioned up the car-ridden highway.
"This way," he spoke quietly.
Mikhail prowled from cover to cover, occasionally looking behind at his comrades. The cold air bit into his skin despite Mikhail's thick vest. He held his Kalash at attention and scanned the area with up-most caution. There was no other hostility in sight despite the demon atop the hotel. Mikhail continued to walk until they came upon a radioactive ravine splitting across the street.
"Shit," he cursed and looked back at his companions, "We either find a way around or jump across in full sight of the demon. I'm up for either." Mikhail chuckled slightly, trying to keep the group's hopes up.
Beyond the group, upon the Lenin Hotel, the beast was finishing it's meal and letting out growls of content. Soon, it would be ready to hunt once more...
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Post by bawls34 on Oct 7, 2012 17:53:06 GMT -5
The cold began to bite at Dmitri as the tunnel came to an end, in front of him laid the surface, the dead city. As he exited the tunnel he took a quick look around, the tunnel had let out into a ruined apartment complex, the stairs were smashed to peices keeping Dmitri restricted to the first floor.
Suddenly a noise rang out from behind him, Dmitri leveled his rifle towards the source of the noise, an apartment room that had seen better days. Dmitri cautiously moved into the room, pushing the door aside and stepping in. The kitchen was in horrible shape, the main table was broken in half and as Dmitri stepped forward, a pair of large rats darted by his feet. lowering his weapon, Dmitri absentmindedly opened a few of the cupboards, not really thinking to find anything and was not surprised when his search was unfruitful.
The debris underneath Dmitri's boots cracked as he stepped into the main living area. a corpse lay frozen on an old torn up couch, it had been there for a while and as such had been stripped of anything too valuable. Dmitri took a few seconds to look at the corpse, contemplating it's existance and how it came to rest in this place, perhaps it had once been a metro-goer much like himself who had run out of canisters, or absorbed a lethal amount of radiation. Dmitri shook these thoughts from his head as he turned around and began to head for the door. suddenly Dmitri froze as he saw a watcher standing in the doorway on it's hind legs, sniffing the air before it's eyes met Dmitri's own...
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 12, 2012 15:31:35 GMT -5
A cold gust of wind blew round the side of the building, whipping Nadya's hood back and biting at her exposed skin. She blinked as the lenses of her gas mask started clouding up with condensation. She followed the others in silence, staying low and walking with a smooth step she'd practised during her years spent prowling the surface and abandoned tunnels. Even with the filthy snow and debris covering the street, she made very little noise.
When they came across the ravine, Nadya glanced into it. The bottom simmered with radioactive, pestilent water, and foul vapours rose from its surface. Whatever had created such a rift had probably done so with tremendous force. Nadya shivered, remembering the wail of the sirens, the screams...who knew what weapons the enemy had used on Moscow other than nuclear bombs.
Crouching behind a battered and rusty Lada, Nadya glanced up at the Lenin Hotel. The beast they'd seen earlier seemed restive, and would hopefully stay that way for a while. However, Demons and other surface predators also tended to go after their prey when they weren't hungry. Food was rare, after all.
Nadya observed the ravine attentively, looking for a way to get across safely. Eventually she found it: a truck, the front of which had fallen partially into the rift, its front tires dangling over the shallow radioactive sludge.
"We can cross over that lorry", said Nadya, pointing at the vehicle with a gloved hand.
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Post by The Karcolith on Oct 13, 2012 3:12:57 GMT -5
Oleg looked at the lorry, it seemed stable enough, with a running jump they could clear the ravine, but the noise might attract the attention of the beasties near by.
"I'll go first, keep an eye out." He said as he clipped his gun to his pack and as quickly and quietly as he could climbed onto the lorry and took two deep breathes, he wasn't the most coordinated person and his main concern was possibly spraining an ankle and something that would impede his maneuverability.
Taking a couple of running steps he jumped and landed heavily, rolling to absorb the landing. Pressing himself against a burnt out car, peering up to where the demon was atop of the hotel, it seemed it hadn't heard anything. Waving to his comrades to follow he peered around, keeping low and watching the sky and the outlaying buildings in case of movement.
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Post by CaptainNips on Oct 14, 2012 22:20:37 GMT -5
As he watched Oleg jump onto the other side, Mikhail turned to Nadya and insisted that he'll go next. Mikhail then slung his Kalash safely over his shoulders and stepped back a few paces. Once he felt ready, the Hansa darted across the snowy ground and jumped off of the lorry.
The old car let out a loud creak and it tilted forward drastically. Mikhail himself barely caught on. He was now hanging over the side of the ravine, struggling to pull himself up. Mikhail's eyes hovered over the Lenin Hotel nervously. The demon seemed unsettled and was now sniffing the air and scanning the area, searching for the source of the noise.
"Aw shit..." Mikhail grimaced and looked up to Oleg, "Mind giving me a hand comrade?"
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 15, 2012 9:41:16 GMT -5
Nadya let Mikhail go first, as he wished, but her heart sank as she watched him jump from the truck. The car groaned and lurched forward, its nose dipping deeper into the chasm, and Mikhail barely managed to catch onto the edge. Nadya ran towards the truck, afraid the Hansa citizen might slip and fall into the radioactive sludge below. Thankfully, Oleg was nearby, so Mikhail's situation seemed less dire.
Nadya looked at the truck, which was now close to slipping entirely into the ravine. She doubted she'd be able to get across that way. Cursing quietly, she leaned over the fissure and called stealthily to the two men on the other side:
"I can't get across", she hissed, "if I try, the truck will fall into the hole and we'll be up shit creek. You go ahead while I go around. If I remember correctly, there's an old armoured police vehicle a few blocks away. We'll meet there, okay?"
And without another word, she turned around and vanished amidst the wrecked cars.
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Post by rag43 on Oct 15, 2012 10:56:58 GMT -5
Being pleased with his loot down the street, Olec sat next to a wrecked car, checking his Skorpion. He heard something and looked over the car. He saw three people, two men jumping over the ravine in front of them and a woman. The truck they used didn't seem very stable so the woman had to stay behind.
"Having bad luck, eh?", Olec thought. "Shit, she's coming this way!!"
As the woman started moving towards his location, he ducked behind the car.
"I wonder if that one is friendly...", Olec thought, holding his Skorpion in his hand, ready to shoot if necessary...
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Post by The Karcolith on Oct 18, 2012 7:54:08 GMT -5
"Aw shit..." Mikhail grimaced and looked up to Oleg, "Mind giving me a hand comrade?"
Oleg hesitated only a second, rushing forward he pulled the smaller man to safety, and out of view of the mutant.
"That was close, are you alright?" Oleg asked, pressing himself against a car while occasionally peering out.
Looking at the creaky truck Oleg gave a thumbs up to Nadya. She knew her way around the city better than Oleg and Mikhail combined. Giving a little wave he nodded in Mikhail's direction and said in a low voice.
"Come on, let's move and see if we can't find that armored vehicle?"
Keeping low they weaved between burnt out husks of cars when a noise nearby startled Oleg.
"Quick down here." He said quickly ducking underneath a lorry and crawling to take shelter behind the wheels, as did Mikhail. A minute later a pack of Nosalis scampered past, paying no mind to their surroundings.
Once the mutants had passed Oleg peeked around.
"All clear." He said.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Oct 18, 2012 8:16:10 GMT -5
Nadya crept through the wreckage, glancing every now and the at the dark silhouette of the Lenin Hotel. As she slipped behind the bulk of an old and rusty van, grey sleet began to fall from the cloudy skies, the grey dollops of melted snow slapping wetly onto her coat.
"This is the weather report bringing you the latest forecast", she muttered to herself, wiping sleet off her lenses, "today's weather will be shit with possible shitstorms, please stay underground and do not go wandering about on the goddamn surface..."
A dark and grotesque silhouette leaped from the top of a car to another, interrupting Nadya's quiet muttering. Instinctively she dropped into a crouch and watched. The mutant stood on its hind legs in a strangely rodent-like pose, mist coming from its hideously deformed jaws. Its beady black eyes scanned the area. Thankfully it did not see Nadya, and soon bounded off. Nadya sighed in relief and continued on her path along the side of the ravine, keeping an eye and an ear out for any foes.
Eventually, the ravine seemed to grow narrower and Nadya started to look for a way across it. Finally she found a shallow section wide enough to be be jumped over safely. Nadya took several steps back and launched herself forward. She leaped over the chasm and landed safely on the other side, although she did lose her footing and fell onto her back.
"Fucking snow", she muttered getting up and rubbing her sore back. A brief flash of movement on the other side of the ravine caught her eye, and she snapped around, snake-like eyes observing the abandoned cars.
Preferring not to wait around for whatever might be following her, Nadya turned around and headed into a nearby building through a collapsed section of wall. She was soon engulfed in darkness, but her inhuman eyes helped her pierce the gloom. Silently she went through the ground floor, stepping over rubble and rotting furniture, advancing through darkness that any normal human would need a torch to traverse.
Finally she came to a small window. Looking through it she saw the armoured vehicle she'd told Mikhail and Oleg about, but she saw no sign of the two men.
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Post by Novak on Oct 19, 2012 4:20:09 GMT -5
The surface world. A desolate, barren place that few would tread into lightly as the chances of getting killed by a random mutant go up exponentially, but then again, the underground is not much safer and one had to earn his share of bullets in any way possible. Which is what brought Novak above ground, Moscow is a large place filled with mutants and it could not all be looted very quickly, contrary with all the other Stalkers going up and dying there should be even more. And with that in mind he set out to find treasure, anything would do.
The cold of a Russian Nuclear Winter swept through the streets and sent a chill down his spine with each step he advanced. His vision was impaired slightly but the shades of various entities could be made out, that and the dead don't move. He stood in a graveyard of cars when he noticed movement, taking aim through his scope trying to distinguish whom the shade was, man or beast.
In his scope was an armoured police car, further down a window with shattered glass and in the window stood something, slender in figure and small. Could it be a Howler? No its too small and slender and not as nearly grotesque so it must be human.
Hopefully this human would not shoot on sight like many others would. Novak rose up right and slowly moved forward, waving at the shade of the human he saw move into the shattered window. But he made sure that there was cover nearby just in case.
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