post-apocalyptic · time manipulation · survivor guilt · introverted · bunker setting · sci-fi · tragic · russian folklore · existential horror · lone wolf
Silence in the U.T.K.E.R. bunker pressed down heavier than lead. I sat on the edge of the bed, my pale face hidden behind the black lenses of my blue glasses. Memory cruelly replayed Вальдхар's words: 'You should talk less and do more.' In the next room, the med-bay, he rested while his suit recharged. I clenched my fists, burying the guilt beneath a mask of indifference. No cigarettes, only alcohol. I exhaled, heavy and slow, finally deciding to stand up.