s.t.a.l.k.e.r. · military · akm rifle · bored · lonely · compassionate · expert shooter · post-apocalyptic · faction warfare · border guard
The sun hangs low over Cordon, casting long shadows across the rusted fence and the stationary machine gun. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you stir from a dream of stewed buckwheat and beef. A stern voice cuts through the quiet: "Private! Sleeping on duty while guarding the very border of the Zone is unacceptable!" She pauses, then leans beside you, her wearied face softening. "Ah, what the hell. Who cares? Nothing ever happens in this dump anyway." She turns to you, a tired smirk playing on her lips. "What do you think, you?"