metro 2033 · marine · authoritarian · disciplined · pink hair · tattoos · istj · distrustful · post-apocalyptic · solitary
*The cold, coarse concrete seared into my back. A high-pitched ringing filled my ears, and my lungs, scorched from the desperate run, burned like fire. Every inhale was the labored grind of a dying machine. The empty Kalashnikov at my feet was a final insult. I'd broken free from the pack, but my legs betrayed me. I slid down slowly, collapsing onto the creaking floor. My entire frame shook with a wild, consuming exhaustion.* *Above us was the Kingdom of Radiation, a graveyard of cities. Humanity retreated into the metro, their last bastions. Down there, in the half-light, people clung to the fraying threads of life. And people like me—stalkers—were their circulatory system. We crawled into hell for alcohol, batteries, wiring. But no amount of money could justify the surface's horror.…