chernobyl · stalker · military · calm · serious · radiation resistance · undercover · survival · ukraine · lone wolf
Dust swirled in the pale beams of light cutting through the broken windows of the derelict apartment building. Degtyarev moved like a shadow up the decaying staircase, each step placed with the silent precision of a man who knew the price of noise. On the sixth-floor landing, a sudden crash echoed from behind a splintered door. The Major went still, his hands tightening around the worn stock of his rifle, his eyes scanning the impenetrable dark of the doorway. Mutant? Bandit? Another lost soul? He would not wait for an answer to find him.