- >be in the zone
- >in between zaton and yanov
- >managed to steal pilot's maps, swindling son of a bitch isn’t charging you out the ass anymore!
- >you reach behind you to check that your backpack is in order
- >you trip on a rock, landing in a puddle of mud and triggering a flashback to the concrete bath
- >fucking acid pit...
- >standing up you take stock of your surroundings
- >you are in a shallow ravine, filled with all manner of foliage, indicated on the map as the halfway point
- >looks as good as any place to rest
- >you pull out a bottle cossacks vodka
- >it was the last one at the station, you stole it from some big drunken bastard while he was sleeping
- >as you put the bottle to your lips you hear a rustling from some bushes to your right
- >you spin to your right, bringing your makarov to bear
- >a shadowy figure stands there, you cake make out its bloodshot eyes
- >firing blindly you empty your high capacity assault clipazine in its direction
- SO YOU ARE ONE WHO MAKES STEALING OF VODKA!
- >oh shit
- GIVE BACK WHAT IS MINE BEFORE I GIVE BEATING!
- >it is running at you now, you barely notice before it barrels into you
- >>it’s the guy whose bottle you took
- >the hit sends you flying a good fifteen feet
- >you gain your senses as you tumble into another bush
- >it rips at your gear, snagging on the sling of your rifle
- >you exit the other side and keep going
- >unexpectedly you don’t hit the side of the ravine, rather you were knocked into what appears to be a hillside mineshaft
- >scrambling to your feet you take off like lightning
- >behind you, you hear more yelling
- YOU CAN RUN, BUT ONLY DIE GIRLY MAN
- >the hole begins to turn downwards, but you don’t keep running for long
- >some of the mine's supports had fallen across the hole
- >you can hear heavy footsteps behind you, as you attempt to squeeze through without causing more damage
- >you aren’t going to fit with your gear, but you will be damned if you waste good vodka
- >leaving everything you own behind you start to make your way through
- YOU THINK WOOD IS STOPPING IRON FIST OF STRELNIKOV?!?
- >without slowing down he collides with the supports, grabbing you in the process
- >the two of you are sent tumbling down further into the mine
- >as you roll to a stop you reach up with your free hand to turn on your headlamp
- >Strelnikov has you pinned, but you see a shimmering in the air behind him
- >A space anomaly!
- >with his attention focused on the bottle you manage to worm your legs under him until your feet are flat against his chest
- >with all of your might you heave the heavy russian off of you and shout
- Get out of here stalker!
- >as he is sent flying you feel the bottle torn from your grasp
- >the last you see of him is a wicked grin
- >Strelnikov is someone else’s problem now
- >you can only hope that they are prepared for the biggest and most drunken thing to ever come out of the zone
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