Novak
Nosalis
That Crazy Serbian
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Post by Novak on Dec 7, 2012 1:32:10 GMT -5
Before Novak the entrance to the tunnel seemed to almost glow in its own stench, and dreadful mystery lay in wait and he hoped his curiosity would not get the better of him at some point. With a deep breath he took a step inside, forgetting for a brief moment that he's wearing a gasmask.
The inside was all rotten, disgusting, in comparison to the metro tunnels this place was hell. Novak concluded it must have been the mutants, or he wanted to believe that.
Down on the bottom of the tunnel were tracks, snow mixed with mud and rust. Easy enough to follow, which he did.
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Dec 17, 2012 7:10:44 GMT -5
"Watch your st-", said Nadya just before Mikhail tripped and fell into a hole filled with an unknown liquid. The loner heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the Hansa guard seemed unharmed. She looked around them and saw that they were standing in a large cavern.
"Doesn't look man-made", she said, "I don't think Moscow would have had such a large cavity at this depth..."
Nosalises, maybe? No...we're not deep enough...
The stale stench that had been assaulting the group's sense of smell since they'd entered the tunnel was even stronger here, so strong in fact that it made Nadya's sinuses and throat sting. What on earth was it? The only corpse was that of the unfortunate stalker lying at the bottom of the shallow slime pit.
Nadya tensed as she felt the unmistakeable sensation that something was watching her from the shadows. She whirled around and looked behind her, but saw nothing but shadows and dirty earthen walls. This time, however, she also noticed something that they had missed: small holes were dug into the walls of the cavern, dozens of them, and at the foot of these holes were rancid piles of animal droppings.
"Something lives here", she breathed, fighting back the panic that was trying to claw its way out. All her instincts were screaming at her to turn tail and run.
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Post by The Karcolith on Mar 26, 2013 12:56:48 GMT -5
"Something lives here" Nadya whispered in a terrified.
Oleg or anyone in the group failed to reply, the cavern was dead silent for a few seconds more when are shriek cut through the darkness making everyone jump and cry out in suprise. Wildly turning to where the noise had come from the faint outline and illuminated eyes of a horde of small agile mutants was visible.
The shriek was replied to by at least another 20 of the beasts as they began to surge forward.
"LURKERS!" Bellowed Oleg who raised his rifle and fired a burst at the horde while moving back in a hurry as was the rest of the group, firing another spray at the advancing wave of mutants the group turned and sprinted through the narrow tunnel again.
Parts of the roof were crumbling down on the group as they ran, ahead was the surface parts of the ceiling were dropping, the entire tunnel was going to collapse and behind them the shrieking mutants were getting ever closer.
"Hurry, the ceiling is caving in!" Oleg shouted from the back of the pack, it was already clear but it seemed to encourage the group to move a bit faster.
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Post by CaptainNips on Apr 8, 2013 19:26:31 GMT -5
Mikhail ran with the group, heaving in breath. He didn't even stop to fire back at the horde. The lurkers shrieked and ran towards the people, several being crushed by falling rocks. The group ran until they reached the exit, a bright light shining above them through a hole. An escape!
Mikhail looked to the oncoming horde and yelled to his companions, "Stay back!"
He then fired at the roof before the lurkers in a large burst. The roof trembled and shuddered, numerous rocks and cement falling down. The leading mutants screamed as they were crushed, the other shrieked as their prey was blocked from them.
The group breathed heavily and Mikhail gave a wane smile to the group. "That was close," he said and let out a hoarse chuckle, "We are close to our objective, up the ladder and we should be right outside the warehouse."
Before they continued on, Mikhail took one last sigh and walked towards the ladder, looking up into the hole.
The Hansa fighter muttered, "Shit... almost dark..."
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on Apr 9, 2013 10:13:41 GMT -5
"LURKERS!" bellowed Oleg, the screams of mutated beasts echoeing his warning. Nadya felt the terror claw at her soul, her heart beating faster.
"Shit!", she cursed, making a dash for the nearest exit. As she ran she heard Mikhail shout something, only to have his voice drowned out by a roar of gunfire and a bone-shaking rumble. Dust billowed out behind Nadya's back. She stopped, turned and saw what Mikhail had done: boulders and earth now filled the tunnel. She silently praised the man's quick-thinking; God knew how many lurkers there were down in that cavern.
Nadya followed Mikhail and the others towards a rusted ladder. Above it was a manhole without its cover, and Nadya could clearly see that the light outside was fading. She heard Mikhail curse the night and she smiled wryly.
"That's a good thing for me", she said humorously. Stepping past Mikhail, she added: "Let me go first. I'll climb the ladder and have a look around since I see better in the dark."
Without further ado, Nadya climbed up the ladder without a sound. The rungs were slippery with ice, but Nadya was sure-footed. When she reached the surface, she gave the area a cursory glance and saw that the sky was already a lot darker than it had been a few minutes ago. Cautiously she climbed out of the hole and took cover behind an abandoned car. All around her were abandoned buildings and empty streets, but there was absolutely no sign of any mutants.
Quietly she crawled back to the hole and whispered: "Coast's clear!"
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Post by The Karcolith on May 19, 2013 2:47:04 GMT -5
“Coast’s clear.” Nadya whispered.
Oleg motioned to the ladder, allowing Mikhail to scale it first before finally following, the ice on the rungs transferred the cold into his hands, a shiver passed through his body being reminded of the torture his hand was subjected to.
Shaking the thought away as he emerged on the surface, it was quiet apart from the wind which beginning to howl, debris was sailing past and visibility was lowering. Both a boon and an advantage in Oleg’s mind, they’d less visible and their scent wouldn’t linger so they couldn’t be tracked. But he’d heard and seen what the wind could do when it got like this.
“We have stay out of the wind!” He shouted his voice barely audible over the increasing volume of the storm. A distant boom of thunder echoed out and rain began to fall lightly, traveling almost sideways from the wind.
Before they could move the wind picked up more speed, sounding more like a wail of an angry beast. Several rusted out cars began grinding forward pushed along by what sounded like a hurricane, one was lifted tumbling end over end before finally crashing into a building smashing through the wall and settling. Several mutants, obscured by the rain were running to cover when one was caught by the wind with a shrill scream, sending it tumbling over and over until out of view.
The wind began to drop as the rain now increased in intensity soaking everything that wasn’t in cover, bolts over lightning struck the ground in the distant, and one bolt struck a tree splintering it showering the group with bits of timber.
“We have to move, NOW!” Oleg shouted. Running for the hole in the wall that the car had made.
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Post by CaptainNips on May 19, 2013 4:39:15 GMT -5
Mikhail ran along with Oleg, into the crushed building. The structure seemed to offer some protection from the merciless winds.
"Rain? Since when are there storms nowadays? I haven't seen rain in ages!" he shouted and began to wipe rain drops from his gas mask.
He tugged his coat tighter against the cold wind and spoke, "Shit, well... the warehouse isn't far now. Literally just down the road. We can either wait this storm out or bolt for the warehouse, and hope it's safe there. Believe me comrades... treasure is awaiting! And not just guns..."
He sighed and looked around. Some mutants were still scrambling for cover, lightning continued to strike down. Oleg and Nadya stood by, both shivering against the cold wind as well. But... where was Olec?
"Hey? Where the fuck is Olec?! Shit... he can't be left behind."
Mikhail paced and yelled out toward the outside of the hole uselessly, "Olec! Ollleeecccc!"
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Post by Lawnmower Joe on May 23, 2013 6:32:50 GMT -5
Nadya's eyes widened as she felt rain drops drum against her coat and gas mask. How long had it been since they'd had rain? In silent wonder she wiped her gas mask's lenses and looked at the residue on her gloved hand. The water was thick with black grime, but it was still water.
"I'd say that this is a rain sent to wash away our sins but that would be silly", she joked. Meanwhile, the wind they'd escape still howled. A street light, uprooted by erosion, was torn from its resting place and sent rolling over the ground.
"Hey? Where the fuck is Olec?! Shit... he can't be left behind", said Mikhail in sudden alarm. Nadya stood up and looked around for any sign of Olec, but the three-armed mutant was nowhere to be seen.
"Olec!", she shouted, but her voice and Mikhail's were drowned out by the howling wind. Nadya approached Mikhail and put a gentle hand on the man's shoulder. "It's no use calling him", she told him, "even if he made it out of the tunnel he wouldn't hear us through this wind."
She turned away from the distraught Hansa soldier and looked around. They seemed to have entered a closed off area, as evidenced by concrete walls topped with rusting razor wire. All around the three stalkers were old warehouses, most of them open and completely empty or destroyed. Suddenly, the wind died down and lightning struck the ground a few metres away with a blinding flash of light.
"We'd better get going if the warehouse is close by", she said.
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Post by CaptainNips on May 23, 2013 8:32:06 GMT -5
Mikhail sighed, leaning against the rough brick wall with his gloved hand... facing the ruined warehouses ahead. It was a shame Olec was left behind... the grizzled soldier was just beginning to like him. The poor stalker's fate was unknown... yet another soul may not have been consumed by this ashen and ever-lusting world.
The adder-eyed stalker placed a comforting hand on Mikhail's shoulder. The caravan guard was set off guard and honestly surprised by the gesture, no one had given him that sort of comfort... not since his own mother. His father and his numerous other superiors had always taught him no remorse... no sadness, no tears.
"It's no use calling him. Even if he made it out of the tunnel he wouldn't hear us through this wind."
Nadya stepped away, the group paused in silence for a moment. A clash of lightning right outside got them all back into their senses.
"We'd better get going if the warehouse is close by," Nadya pointed out.
Mikhail shifted into a ready position and fed in new dirty rounds into his Kalash's magazine. "Da, let's go then. According to the map, our objective is just down this road," he said and pointed out to the left, "Remember to stay on guard. You know how the story books are... to every treasure hoard there is the dragon that defends it... or some manner of beast."
The Hansa soldier hopped down from the rubble onto the cracked, concrete road. He motioned the other two to follow him. The road ahead was surprisingly clear... and nearly free of any obstacles. An old army cargo truck sat in the middle of the road, long ago abandoned during the missile strike. The street was crooked and moss and grass was beginning to grow in the cracks, muddy ponds lay in holes left by the first minor missiles sent by the US. The road was almost guarded on each aide by a dreary and ruined building. Barbed wire topped walls blocked off the alleys between them.
Mikhail kept walking... somewhat stressed at seeing that most of the warehouses were empty.
Had our target been looted all along? Does it even exist? Oh, what was I thinking... listening to the ramblings of a drunken old man...
Just as Mikhail began to doubt their efforts, he stopped dead in his tracks, causing the others to stop as well. To their right, one warehouse's doors was completely open, the other closed. A row of boxes went along in front of the open door, atop them... a brown coat was layed down, and a crude Valve bolt action rifle leaning on it's side.
"What in the hell... " Mikhail muttered and took a few steps closer, crouching behind the row of boxes.
As the group moved closer, muffled speech could be heard just inside the building. Mikhail's ears twitched and he stared at the brown coat just above his head. His eye's became transfixed on one part of the coat... a red hammer and cross insignia was pinned to the color. Mikhail closed his eyes for a moment, cursing his assumtpions. He then peered up, trying to see inside the warehouse.
A deep black pit sank into the man's stomach. He spotted at least 6 Red soldiers... all armed with either an assault rifle or metro-made shotgun. The Reds seemed to have made a camp there. They had assorted numerous large boxes, all surely containing fireaerms or explosives, and even made a small fire. A row of fancy, military guns were spread on the ground, with one gruff soldier standing guard over them. From what Mikhail could see, the guns included some fancy sort of Kalashnikov design, several AK-2012's, and some other unknown form of assault rifle. But, judging from his lack of knowledge about pre-war weapons, they looked pretty kickass to the peeking Hansa guard!
A Red Line officer entered the scene, brandishing his pistol and barking orders to the idle soldiers. "Stay alert, men! We have transports due within the hour. We also have some other officers here soon to inspect the tunnel entrance we found."
Tunnels? Below this military complex... not surprising... but what could be in them? They don't sound like simple bunkers... Curse these Reds... How ever are we gonna get these weapons.
Mikhail looked down and turned to his companions. "Well shit... looks like we have company. The god-damn Commies got here first."
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