“Another zone. History of Roman Sakharov ". The story (completed).

For the first time, I began to write this story in a notebook, not counting that he would somehow captivate me ... But every day it became more interesting to write it, and I continued, continued and continued. I can’t even determine the genre, but I think you yourself can do this for me. I think someday, at the next flight of thought, I will write a continuation of this story, but for now only this part ... I hope you will be interested.

We slowly climbed the stairs, she creaked under our feet. It was insanely scary, the deaf roar at the top did not end. It’s very dark outside, only a flashlight saved, allowing you to see the steps and the upper platform of the stairs. An old light bulb swayed there. I climbed another 5 steps up, and the light suddenly burst, the site stopped illuminated - the flashlight fell out of Alex's hand and rolled down. We decided to rise on. When we almost went upstairs, we heard steps near the site. I lay down on the steps, and Alex continued to rise. When he went upstairs, the rustle of steps stopped, a terrible howl came, and after a second Alex flew out of the site. When he fell, there was an unpleasant crunch. I stayed on the steps, unable to move with fear.
A minute later I decided to look again at Alex. He did not show signs of life. No. His neck was unnaturally twisted ... The creature that killed Alex left the site where the lamp was burning before, walk on the floor. Of course, I understand a lot, and more than once I have seen in films and games like monsters are afraid of light, but what should I do now? Suddenly I remembered about the flashlight that Alex dropped. I crawled down the stairs. This was my not the best solution over the past minutes, because it was terribly inconvenient. When I crawled to the end of the stairs and took the flashlight in my hands, a dark silhouette appeared at the top of the stairs. My lantern was turned off (when the OFF button falls on the top). It did not seem to notice me, its silhouette was terrible. You could notice a lumen in the middle, where people usually have a stomach. There was only one half of the heads - the second was turned around with a shot. So what kind of shots we heard with Alex until we went into this damned house! I held my breath, and tried not to panic, because it began to go down. I could not move in fear! The body just didn't listen to me! While it went down, I just lay and looked at him unable to even run. When it already went down the stairs and leaned over me, I finally could move my hand, and, quickly turning on the lantern, lit up this creature. It would be better if I closed my eyes at that moment. There were almost no faces, in fact, like half of the head and brain, his eyes turned frantically due to sudden blinding. It howled and ran upstairs. I finally moved away from the numbness and decided to avenge Alex’s death, but I needed a weapon.

I did not have to look for a long time - an iron stick was lying nearby. I don't know what she forgot here, but it was better than nothing. I took, spun it in my hand. It seems convenient. The flashlight blinked, and I absolutely did not like it, since I have no spare batteries. So you need to finish it as soon as possible with this creature. Well, let's go. It is a pity, of course, that my player sat down - it would not be so scary to the music, and now you have to listen to the roar and steps of this creature. Rising to the second floor, I saw a broken baseball bat. Most likely, this creature hit Alex in the head. This is what force this creature possessed to launch Alex like that?! Her strength is immense, and I, an idiot like, will trample on this creature in a frontal attack with some kind of piece of iron armaturine?! No, it won't work. We need to find that shotgun, which we heard on the street. Having turned off the lantern, I crouched and began to move along the corridor, if I did not change my memory that if you follow the bloody trail, then you will come to where you need. Well, at least in many games exactly. The blood was fresh, the body was dragged recently. Here the trace wrapped in one of the rooms. Entering there, I was glad that I did not have dinner in the eatery, where Alex and I stopped. The picture was not for the faint of heart-the corpse was lying on the bed, his chest was torn to the waist, his head was for some reason was flattened. I came closer and I was clouded - my eyes were pressed inside, and instead of a nose there was a bloody spot.

I turned away so as not to look at it further ... I was mutated, the pulse became more frequent, and steps were heard along the corridor, in the direction of this door ... I had to hide. I noticed a closet in the corner. I quickly climbed into it and, leaving a small crack, began to look through it. This creature entered the room. She dragged the body behind her. Alex’s body and I turned away when it laid my friend’s body on the floor and decided to arrange a picnic for myself. The creature began to mock and almost twisted me. Thank God that this did not happen, otherwise I would follow Alex. Having finished the "meal" the creature roared quite and left the room. Judging by the stepping steps, it moved to the attic. I left the closet and examined what was left of my friend. There was almost nothing to look at ... Alex had no more legs, they were eaten, and the bones on his feet were broken ... I once again rejoiced that I did not have dinner ... I decided to inspect the next room, which turned out to be the bathroom. A mount was lying on the floor, painted red, and its ends were painted in silver. Having taken her in my hands, I realized that it was much better than an iron armaturine. Something she was terribly reminded to me, but I could not remember that. I examined the cabinet above the sink, but there was nothing in it besides painkiller. Steps were again heard in the corridor.

There was nowhere to hide and the only thing left was to give a fight. Otherwise I will die in the same way as other people in this house. I closed the door, and stood in the least with a mount in my hands. Its sharp end was directed towards the door, I swung long ago, planning to invest in a blow. Something began to scatter at the door, after which she slowly began to open. As soon as the bald skull of the creature appeared, I immediately hit it. It screamed and fell to the floor, I hit again and fell into my head again. After two strokes, it looked dead, but this is not the creature that killed Alex. It looked much more dark: the head would be intact if it were not for my blows. Campaign, here not one such creature lives. At least two. Well, now it is one. At least ... what the hell is going on here? Putting the body in the bathroom, I went out into the corridor. There were 3 more doors in which I was not, plus the attic. I absolutely did not want to the attic, so I checked the nearest door. There was nothing special inside: a bed, a closet, a desk and a couple of chairs. I decided to check the desk. There was a note in it ..

“If you read this note, then in vain you climbed here ... This place is not for you. It is a pity that you will not have time to understand this in full. Death is already breathing in your back, your miserable god Break will no longer be able to help you. I will tell you one simple thing - if you went in this house in the afternoon, then run with all your legs from here! But if at night ... for you it is very bad, but I don't care. I will hear these creatures scraping at my door. Soon they will begin to knock it out. They need fresh flesh ... You will call me a psycho or crazy. Yes, the way it is, I could not go out, I could not hold out until dawn to escape from this damned place. Vryatli and you will succeed. They began to drum through the door, I have a little more time. The safest shelter can be considered the attic, you can hide there, but it is very difficult to go down from the attic. These creatures do not go there, they know that there is something terrible even for them! I heard my friend of my friend who rose there. He decided to leave the night there ... They only need to beat them in the head! For other parts of the body, they are not sensitive! They are also afraid of any light. And one more but. "The note was interrupted on this, and was stained with blood. I examined the door, the lock on it was really broken ..

Well, if it was really safe in the attic, it was necessary to check it, but still, the rooms for useful things had to be checked. There were 2 rooms left, the door of one was ajar, and next to her stood a closet. I opened it, but I did not find anything interesting, but the closet was quite easy, it could easily be overturned. I went to the door. The door handle was smeared with blood. I slightly pushed her and looked inside, and then staggered back. There were 5 such creatures in the room, but they did not move - most likely they slept. I looked again and made sure that they were sleeping tightly. The room was arranged poorly and was more like a pantry. Shelves, shelves forced by all sorts of banks, on one of the racks I noticed batteries. Just for my lantern, but the rack stood at the opposite end of the room. Not a single creature has moved all the time. I decided to sneak inside and pick up the batteries. Crouching, I started my advancement. The room was not very wide and the creatures stood near each other. Plus, all sorts of banks, papers and other garbage were scattered on the floor. It is necessary to move very carefully, most likely, if I wake one creature, then I will wake everyone. Having reached the opposite end of the room, I took the batteries and immediately replaced them in a flashlight, and those that were before, I put in my pocket, suddenly do not work. Now it was necessary to crawl back. Similarly, moving, I was almost at the exit, when I accidentally touched the bank with my foot ... She rolled and hit the nearest creature. She woke up right there. I got to my feet and ran. Having run out into the corridor, I slammed the door and filled it with a closet. The roar was strong, and I am sure that he woke everyone else in this room. The door calmly withstood the blows of these creatures and I was the last room and attic ..

It was necessary to quickly check another room and run to the attic. Surely all these creatures that were on the ground floor heard a roar and will soon be here. From the run, I crashed into the door and saw the body around which the sleeves were lying, and a shotgun lay nearby. I grabbed him, but the trunk was bent, but it was precisely because of this person who is now lying at my feet, we went into this house! It was his shots that we heard outside and decided to see what was happening here! And all this was in vain ... Steps were already heard from the side of the stairs. I quickly searched the body, finding pills there from headache there. Throwing them into my pocket, I ran out into the corridor. The creatures had already climbed the stairs and moved in my direction, behind them a staircase was visible to the attic.

Grabbing the flashlight quickly, I turned it on and ran towards the attic, directing the ray of light right at them. These creatures shied away, and I accelerated the run, running past them to the stairs. Entering the doorway leading to the attic, I turned around. Not a single creature followed me. Closing the door and, just in case, pushing it around the chest that was nearby, I began to inspect the attic. For some reason, my head was very sick, as if someone was trying to get into her. Having accepted the pills from a headache, I felt relief, and the pain disappeared immediately. After that, I continued to inspect the room. Finding nothing but a pile of garbage, I sat down to rest and looked at the watch. Time only in the morning ... I had to sit at 6 hours before dawn. Suddenly a bunch of garbage moved ... It began to get out of it, it was very similar to those creatures that were on the 2nd floor, but it was much more massive and higher than the rest. Goosebumps ran through my skin, apparently it was it that tried to get into my mind. Having squeezed the mount in my hand, I prepared for battle ... I woke up on the floor, my head was buzzing and was terribly sick. I looked at my watch, it was 4 in the morning. Turning my head, I saw this creature. She lay and did not move, and the mounting handle stuck out of her head ... I crawled closer and examined the garbage in which she was located. In it I found another note ..

“Record 23. 5 days have passed since my last meal. And how can the last thin rat in the attic can be called a meal? These creatures have been holding me in the attic for a week ... Why did I just get out of the laboratories at the basement level!? At least there was still food in the dining room, and if you climb the refrigerator, then the “infected” could not get me. I still did not understand what moron it occurred to release the virus, but rather it is already dead ... or wanders along with the rest of the "infected". It is good that the installation in the laboratory and adding a special enzyme to the air for the possibility of the existence of the virus does not supply air to the attic. This is the only thing that saves ... and most likely I am also infected with the virus ... All symptoms are manifested. Most likely, this is the last record. I, Jack Urvan, scientist No. 567 say goodbye to this. "After the letter" and "was a dash ... Most likely, it was at that moment that the scientist became infected. It darkened in my eyes, consciousness began to leave me again ... When I woke up, I found bites and scratches on myself. Campaign, while I was disconnected, I managed to bite something. There were ulcers on his stomach and back ..

I decided to quickly get out of that terrible house and, going down from the attic, taking with me a mount. I felt much worse than before. Ulcers continued to appear on the body. When I went down the attic, I did not see those creatures. Passing by the room where Alex lay, I heard my moo. I looked into the room, and saw that Alex was crawling in my direction, mouse something. Well, to be more precise, only its upper half ... my legs lay separately from the upper half of the body ... In horror, I ran to the stairs leading to the first floor, and almost did not get out of it. I ran amazingly fast. Gently going down the stairs, I went to the door. She was littered with something outside ... I was trapped ... with anger, I threw the mount in the stabbed window. All boards scattered to the sides. I did not think that I had such power ..

Having got out through the window, I ran to the fields. And not getting used to the fact that I am running so fast, very soon I tripped over something. The armor of the soldier Z).O.G. Pulling it over themselves so that people do not see my bleeding wounds, I went on. I stumbled into the field on 2 mattresses and a note that these creatures are everywhere ... I decided to run out onto the road and came across a group of people who went in search of supplies. They asked me as my name, but I could only mumble illegibly. After a while, when they were tired of trying to make out something in my moo, they gave me drypack. I took off the mask to eat it ... People immediately shied away, and trunks instructed me. I tried to explain the situation to them, but besides mooing and growls, nothing came out for me ... They stepped aside and began to talk, and I ate drypacks.

When people returned, they asked me to wear a mask and follow them. It is not clear why, but I have a stupid desire to obey, and I, putting on a mask, followed them. Two people went behind me, instructing me a barrel, and talked about what to call me. Completely suddenly for them and for myself, instead of mooing, I inaudibly said my name. After he looked back at them - his eyes expressed an extreme degree of surprise ... or constipation. We were going to the base Z.O.G. I didn't want to go there. I heard what they do with people like me, but I had no choice. Having come to their checkpoint, people shoved me forward and demanded supplies for me. A mercenary standing on a checkpoint grimned and asked my name. I just roared something inaudible, and people answered for me: “His name is novel. It is infected. But it does not show hostility ". The mercenary's eyes became no less than people when they heard my name ..

“Follow me,” the mercenary told me. There was no threat in his voice or something else that could turn into trouble. Yes, and he lured me with a piece of raw meat. I don't know why, but I really wanted him. And I followed him. The mercenary smiled and took me to the hangar. “Sit on the wall and behave calmly. Then I will give you meat, ”he promised me. I sat down by the wall. The mercenary smiled again and threw meat under my feet. I did not have time to catch him, and it was now in the sand. Grounding in disappointment, I pulled off my gas mask and became, there is meat. The sand creaked on his teeth, but for some reason the meat seemed to me something incredible, tasty, desirable ..

The mercenary sat opposite me. Studically studying my eyes, interest in me was constantly visible in his eyes. I tried to ask “what”, but instead only “rar” turned out. To this mercenary smiled and answered me, “Rar, Rar. Eat, ". I tried to portray a smile on my face, but the campaign turned out a little creepy. “You know how to speak? If not, then let's study. For example, my name is Cortes. Try, repeat Kor-te-ec ”-set for my training a mercenary. But so far I have nothing to come out besides the "rar". After 5 minutes, when Cortes was tired of trying to hear my name from me, I suddenly said “Cortes” for myself instead of another set of sounds. A smile again appeared on the mercenary's face, and he asked me to name his name. And I also did it. Something like a little joy was expressed on the mercenary's face, and I myself was delighted that I could say.

After half an hour of studying conversations, I could calmly speak with a little stuttering and stretching of vowels. At that moment, the leader Z returned to the base.O.G. And of course, the first thing he became interested in me. He asked Cortes for a long time about me. When he asked that with my physical parameters, I ran around him a couple of times and jumped over him. " Perfect!" - exclaimed the leader. After that, he told me to give him a hand and not be afraid. I held out my hand calmly. But a man in a long cloak took out a gun and shot my hand. I yelled, and half the scream consisted of a roar, and ran to the hangar. Having huddled in a corner, I looked with horror at a man in a cloak approaching me. He took out a syringe and injected something to me. The pain immediately left. Leader Z.O.G. He said that it wouldn’t hurt anymore and threw me a piece of meat ..

When a person left in a cloak, Cortes asked me to stay in the hangar so far. He said that if I sit there, then no one will touch me. I tried to object to something, but Cortes promised me meat if I do what he asks. I went to the end of the hangar and sat there, near the rotting corpse of a cow. Cortes came up to me with an outstretched hand in which there was meat. To his great surprise, I took the meat and put it in my pocket. Surprise was written on Cortes's face. “P-in the way”-I tried to explain to him. Cortes smiled and left.

After some time, when my eyes got used to the Sunny Wins Casino review darkness in the hangar, I noticed upstairs in the wall something like large holes that led to another hangar. It became interesting to me that there, in another hangar, and, without thinking twice, I climbed into the boxes and jumped over the wall. There was another corpse of a cow and there was a rack. On the rack lay an ax. I even smiled from such a find. If that evil person comes again, then I can already protect myself from him. Taking the ax, I hung it on the belt and jumped back. At that moment, Cortes returned to the hangar. There was some bank in his hands.

I am interested in the hangar to meet. Cortes noticed an ax on my belt and for some reason prepared a gun. When he came closer, he asked: “Why do you need an ax, Roma?"I looked at him in surprise and gave out a rather meaningful answer, which neither he did not expect to hear:“ Why do you need a person’s gun? To kill. In this case, I need an ax to protect you from all. Or as a tool will also fit. If, for example, I can’t blame the jar, then I can hit it with an ax and thereby open it ”. “Logical,” Cortes grinned: “Well, demonstrate how you will open this jar,” he said, putting the jar to the ground and stepping aside.

At that moment, when I swung an ax and was going to hit the bank, something like horror arose on Cortes's face, and he quickly took out a machine gun from his shoulder. But he did not aim at me, but much higher ... I turned around and saw another infected on the roof of the hangar. “We have infected on the roof of the hangar. " - shouted in the radio Cortes. I quite calmly went to the roof of the hangar. Infected jumped from her and stopped in front. Cortes was in no hurry to shoot. I held out my hand and growled: “I am a roman. And you like Z-zo-oh-o-y-out?»Infected something in surprise mumbled in response. At that moment, the man returned to the cloak ..

He went to our "guest". The new infected did not show aggression and it seemed that he was just standing like a disconnected robot. I don’t know how I remember about robots and that they can be turned off ... But I just remember it. A man in a cloak asked me to leave, and he became a “guest” in an hangar with a piece of meat. I went to the checkpoint. There was another mercenary, whose name I did not know. "Hello" - he greeted me. In response, I tried to mutter something similar, but in front we noticed a person who fled to us. At the checkpoint himself, he stumbled and only shouted: “Orda!"The mercenary immediately threw up the weapon and shouted into the radio that the infected were approaching.

When the attack ended, I went towards the car. People call her Hammer. I don't know why, but I was terribly drawn to her roof. I really wanted to sit on her. What I actually did. The edge of one ear, I heard the “guest” said my name: “Lyova”, and the second I heard the question of Cortes from the survivor if his infected were bitten. To his great regret was the answer: "Yes". I remember what they do z.O.G. with bites. I saw many times when I was a man. Lead pill in the head - here is all treatment. “Let's follow me,” said Cortes and took the future corpse by the house. Then I heard only a shot. I felt scared for myself, and I quickly jumped on the hangar from the roof of Hammer and ran into the forest. I heard a person’s cry in a black cloak, but I did not care.

Having run a little, I stopped to look around. Among the trees, I noticed the light of the lamp ... there a man was sitting on a sleeping bag ... I ran in his direction and instantly appeared in front of him. The gun immediately rested me in the face. He had a gold chain on his neck with some small piece of iron. There were red sneakers on the feet. “What have you forgotten here, my son,” the man said rather unfriendly. I remembered something connected with such people ... it seems they were called priests. “E-if I will tell you-u-kt something, you are not a bunch of shooting, I am?"I asked. “If you promise not to hire, my son, then I will definitely not shoot,” my father answered a little lowering the gun. I took off my gas mask, and disgust appeared on the priest's face. “Sinner,” he said contempt, grimacing his nose ..

“What is your name, my son?"The priest asked, a few minutes later. "Rr-Romana-a-a-a"-I hardly said. “Hmm ... And my name is Walter. But for all I am Father Walter. I work as a priest in a new house, the last refuge for the survivors, ”Walter answered me. “And I-I-I-I P-Podopo-O-Azets No-Om-E-Er Odi-In-oh-o-ohg”-I said. “They put experiments on you?" - Walter frowned. “N-no, he-ni-u-u-uzi-yu-yu-ya. Ko-o-Orte-e-hea-o-oh-and-iy. Tamm is bad-ha-huh-oh h-h-man in a she-yo-yo cloach-e-e, ”I said. "Jan Herner or something?" - Walter was surprised. “N-Nave-Ernoye-E. I-I-I don't know his name-and. " - I said. “Okay, I have to go to a new house. Good luck sinful for you, ”said Walter. “Let me go, and me-and sins-and-and-and-and”. “Let go? You? Sins. Although ... I will do it. Follow me, but if you harm other people, I will immediately send you to hell, ”Walter threatened me. "X-x-Khorosho-o-oh"-I said. And we went towards the new house - the last shelter for the survivors.

As soon as we came to the new house in the form of a military man immediately looked inquiringly at Walter. “General Berezov, let's move away, I need to tell you something,” the priest said. “Okay, let your friend stand here,” said Berezov. “No problem,” Walter shrugged and asked me to stand still. Then they stepped aside and began to talk about something. In the middle of the conversation, I heard Berezov’s cry: “How?! Infected. " - after which he directed the machine to me. But when Walter explained something to him, he calmed down. After 5 minutes they returned to me. “Let's follow me, my son,” said Walter and went towards the church. Berezov looked incredulously in my direction ..

I stood near the altar. Valter stood opposite me. I already told him about all the sins that I could remember. Walter stood and smiled. “Oh-day-ayu li-and you-and my sins, and father?"I asked. “I let you go your earthly sins, the servant of God. God help you, ”said, smiling, a priest. All this time, Berezov did not let down the sight from me. But then the radio broke out with a cry: “Orda. Huge. We all need to dump from here to the damn grandmother. "Berezov stopped aiming at me and shouted:" All by cars! We drive away in 10 minutes! We head towards the city!"After half an hour, we were already racing on trucks towards the city. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but I remember exactly that General Berezov was seriously injured, but everything worked out. Leva and I sat on the roofs of trucks and held onto the handles, which were specially attached for such trips. The gloomy city took us into its arms ..

On the way to the city, I had to part with my ax. While everyone was sleeping, another infected was approaching our car from behind. Without thinking twice, I took an ax and threw in his direction. The creature of the back was howled and disappeared. I hit the campaign. A lot of zombies was crushed during the move. I even began to count out of boredom, but soon went astray. Berezov moaned in the back of the truck, all the rest were dozing in the trailer. Leva, too, soon went down to the trailer and fell asleep. I was not up to sleep. I stupidly looked around in search of something hostile. Transparent silhouettes flickered closely a couple of times, but they quickly disappeared.

In the city, the military quickly took up their positions in the former police station, the ZOG strengthened in a building similar to a hotel. Leva and I decided to divide and examine the surroundings. I scoured in the subway, and the lion on the surface. My searches were not in vain. I found two shotgun, mount, 3 bottles of whiskey, one stationary radio, 4 cans of steroids, 3 flashlights and a little food. First of all, I decided to go to the military and give them shotgun. In the new "New House" I was met with smiles on my faces. Many already knew about me and about my help when moving. When General Berezov saw what I brought him, his eyes almost got out of the eye sockets. “Thank you very much, Roma!"He said, moving away from the shock:" Come on and I will give you something? You want to eat?"" No, s-SPA-A-ABO-OO. Ro-oh-oh-oh-oh-and-i-iy "-I said. “Roma is very good!"Exclaimed with a smile on the face of birch. I smiled and began to go down the stairs. Below I met 2 zogers ..

"Roma! Where did you run away?! We have been searching you everywhere!" - shouted one of the Zogovites. It was written on his chest.R.R. If I remember everything correctly, then he was engaged in my study. “You shouldn't be here! All be afraid of you! Go to the pantry for now, then we will take you when we go to the base, ”the person said with the inscription. "No! Roma is good! Roma has a flashlight! Roma, no one is afraid!" - I growled, but the man quickly shot at me with a pistol ampoule with sedative, and I was dutifully taken to the pantry. “Stay with him, private. He should be here, ”said Zogovets with the inscription D.R.R. On the chest. And left. After 5 minutes I moved away from the sedative, and it was time for me to run. When the ordinary turned away, I hit his head against the wall and ran out of the pantry. I needed to run, as Berezov noticed me. Seeing me, he shouted: “Roma! Stop! I don't. "Then I did not hear his cries, since I already carried my legs off the new house.

Hmm ... I got into a deep ass. There is already a pursuit of a campaign for me. Zogovites are scouring with might and main in search of me. A couple of times they were very close, and I was about to hit with a mount, but they left the other way. I couldn't hide so forever. Soon I got out of the metro on the surface and immediately stumbled upon a person. When he saw me, a premonition of profit flashed in his eyes. I tried to hide from him, running into the nearest gateway, but it did not work. He found me and was approaching me, glowing in my face with a flashlight and taking out a walkie -talkie. I sat down in a corner and whipped. I didn't want to. There are only a couple of good people there. All the other are bad. As soon as he was about to say something in the radio, there was a cotton, and a hole appeared on his forehead, from which blood flowed. The man fell and behind him I noticed Berezov. "Roma. I finally found you, ”he said in relief.

Berezov and I went down in the subway. He wanted to hide me from the Zogovites. He understood that this organization is angry and that bad things were happening there. We went into the room where there was something like a warehouse before. There was a little zombie, but Berezov quickly destroyed them. “Sit here,” said Berezov: “No one will find you here. I will return soon "after these words birch trees left, and I was left alone in the room. Quickly searching it, I found something that could help the military a lot. Namely 5 packs of cartridges for a shotgun and 4 packs of cartridges for a pistol. There were also 3 bottles with green liquid and a flashlight. I took them to myself. As soon as Berezov returned, I showed him this treasure. An even greater surprise appeared in his eyes than when I brought him shotgun. Together with Berezov, my friend came - Cortes. He explained the situation that all Zoga divisions are looking for me. I asked him that he would not say where I am and thank for the information. After that, birch trees with Cortes left, and I found the nearest ventilation shaft and climbed on it.

Когда я вылез из вентиляции, до боли знакомый ствол ружья уперся мне в лицо. It was Father Walter. “This is you again, my son?"Walter was surprised to recognize me. “I-I-I-I. I am n-direct-yachu, from Ya-ya-yana-a-a. He wants something, what's it, and me, and-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a. “Stay here. There will be a temporary shelter for you, ”said Walter. Immediately knocked on the door of the warehouse. After a few seconds, the door carried out a charge of fraction. Walter became in shelter, and I climbed onto the roof. But soon I heard the voice of one familiar mercenary: “Roma! Are you here?"" D-yes "-I answered quite calmly. “Come to us. We will not touch you, ”said the mercenary. I completely suddenly went to the meeting for myself and went close to them. Another mercenary took out the main and, without thinking twice, jerked me in the neck. All muscles immediately refused, and I fell to the floor. A mercenary with a tazer grabbed me by the scruff and dragged me towards the base of the Zoga. Immediately in the back there were a shot from a gun, but Walter missed ... The end is approaching the campaign ... My end ... I, Roman Sakharov, say goodbye to you ... I hope everything will pass quickly ..

P.S. I apologize for grammatical and speech errors, the story still grinds to the perfect state.

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UPD
A year later, after I last opened this story in Word, some inspiration came to me. Thanks to one comrade for a good radio station. Unfortunately I wrote quite a bit, but it is written on the flight of thought. Perhaps the following small parts will be extended more often. The whole text was also divided into parts for convenient reading. Every time a new part will be added, I will raise the topic. Enjoy reading: 3

I did not know how much time they dragged me. I remained clear with reason, but at the same time I lost the score of time and feelings of integrity ... I did not feel either my legs or hands. A couple of times I wanted to twitch, but nothing came out for me. I already saw from afar the entrance to the base base when 2 shots were heard and my kidnappers fell to the ground. A minute later, a man came up to me and, throwing me on his shoulder, carried it far away from this place. After he put me in a house on the table and injected adrenaline. My muscles soon returned to normal, and I was able to sit down and make out my Savior. It was Berezov. “Walter told me about your abduction. I somehow managed to save you. Very soon there will be a invasion of the dead. We need to gather people and get out of here. I hope you will help me, ”he said. I nodded my head and he helped me get up. Berezov supported me and we, hobbing, reached the army base, where everyone was preparing for the speedy departure.

Berezov looked somewhat excited. There were almost no emotions on his face, but I could feel his fear of an impending crowd of infected. They moved at a terrifying speed, as ever before. Some people never returned from checkpoints. The cars were packed with a province, people and weapons. Walter constantly walked and muttered, Berezov constantly ran from one car to another and found out what else had to be taken for further flight. The military radio almost never fell silent. Where were we going to go? What should we wait there? Not known.

“We all have a motor and move on by signal” - came at once in all the military radio. The headlights lit up almost simultaneously and engines wound up. After a couple of minutes, we rushed from this city towards new places where there are no infected. Many people looked at me with cautiously, but I did not show any signs of aggression and sat quietly on the spot. Berezov explained who I am, and why I am obliged to go with them. People were not happy with this, but everyone understood that everyone who would against it would remain in this city.

We have been on the way for 5 days. I sat on the roof of the car and admired dawn. The virus walking in me, although he was very strong, but until now he has not absorbed me completely. Only the outer shell was greatly mutilated by him. Many in our car are already used to me and even tried to communicate with me, but I did not have much desire to say. Someone rode next to me and listened to music through a miracle surviving player. This man was constantly begging to charge his player thanks to a self-handed wire for charging through the "lighter" in the car. Others only had to sit and look at him, envious. In the distance I noticed small houses. They looked like the one in which Alex and I entered, and after which this whole story began. Beresov's tired and pleased voice rang out in all the walkie -talkies: “Finally we arrived. Here we will be safe so far. We drive up to the houses and evaluate the situation ".

People looked exhausted. A few days later, each of them was ready to fall on any bed and fall asleep. The military gathered a group of those who were still able to go to inspect those houses. Berezov constantly went from one car to another and was looking for something. Then, calming down, he called me and said that I should go with them. The group gathered small and I needed my help. I have not yet understood what he wanted from me, but I knew for sure that it was needed. Only 2 people agreed to go with us. Fedor and Norman, as they themselves introduced themselves. They were equipped with everything necessary for this sortie, and we moved towards gloomy houses.

Norman was a man, about 25-26 years old, on his face was a scar that passed from his left ear to eye, he was average, and his physique was sports. The hair was dirty red and eyes were gray. His clothes were smeared with mud and dried blood. He said almost nothing, only briefly answered Berezov’s orders. Fedor is the absolute opposite. He was short, he looked 23-24 years old and there were no scars on his face. He did not look like a strong man, he could even seem soft and sluggish. His clothes were absolutely clean, as if everything that was happening in the district was happening only yesterday, his eyes were a green shade, his hair was blond, and there was a thick stubble on his face.

We went to the houses. Dead silence reigned in the air. Berezov issued to everyone who did not have weapons in our pistol group with 2 stores in addition. Walter took his shotgun with him, but I got a weighty sledgehammer. Our task was to inspect these houses, collect all possible supplies and evaluate how many these places can still be a “new home” for us. Berezov broke our group into pairs, and we went to inspect at home. After the breakdown, everyone dispersed through the buildings set by them. Walter and I moved towards the farthest building, Norman and Fedor went with us, the house set by him was a little closer. The military resolved according to the closest buildings. Walter, during the time we went to the house, constantly spoke with Norman and Fedor about who they were before the incident. It turns out that Fedor was an ordinary office plankton, and Norman worked as a trucker.

Walter decided to go check where the bloody trail leads. I trudged after him. I felt bad from the memories, I didn’t want to go anywhere, I would just sit down in the corner, squeeze into it more difficult and sit there. But you can not give the memories over me such a force. Walter looked completely calm. There were no emotions on his face at all. He just knew that if there was an infected one, he would shoot, if he is not there, he would go further. Nothing connected him with this place to somehow show his emotions. But my campaign was visible better than dawn in the morning ..

I heard someone scraping something. I felt even more uneasy. Walter took off the shotgun from the fuse and prepared to shoot. We went out somewhere in the type of kitchen. Only 10 seconds have passed since the moment we entered the house, but it seemed to me that it was an eternity. In the back door, which led to the street (this was discussed by a broken window nearby) lay half of my best friend's body. She scraped into this door, trying to get out and crawl about her business. Walter prepared to shoot, but I stopped him. I needed to interrupt the suffering of Alex myself ... Walter looked at me inquiringly, but when he saw my imploring face nodded and let me go forward. Did he know that Alex and I were friends? No, of course, what a stupid thing. But I'm sure he will understand it soon.

I stood over the half -troup of my best friend. My hands trembled, but I brought my head behind my head to hit and finish it off. Alex rolled up from his stomach to his back and, noticing me, made a roar. He pulled his hands to me, it looked like he wanted to hug me, that he was glad to meet and would like to rejoice. It would most likely be so if his pale face did not express only a dull animal rage. “I'm sorry, and me-oy-yu-u-uh,” I said. My voice trembled, my hands still continued to tremble, and I myself felt as if everything was shaking around, and I was trying to resist my feet. Inhale-breath, inhale, breath, inhale and swing went with a crushing speed down. A second later, Alex had no head. I interrupted his suffering once and for all. I sat on the floor and howled ..

Walter put my hand on my shoulder. I shuddered and got up from the floor. The sledgehammer was bloodied, and the blood of an old friend fell on me. I no longer wanted to go to check anything, I wanted to run away from here, as I ran after I became like that. But there was nowhere else to run. All those who protect me are here alive now. But in myself I felt that something died in me. With a heavy sigh, I looked at Walter and wandered into the living room. It was necessary to examine the upper floors again and get out of this house faster.

Familiar creaking steps lying on the floor a broken flashlight, a piece of reinforcement. Everything was so familiar ... and forgotten. The corpse, whose note I found, lay a half -eaten. It seems that Alex tried a little. The attic was still just as terrible. Every second I felt that I was starting to lose control of myself. With every second, it became more and more difficult to restrain the rage and insatiable hunger that languished in me, thanks to this virus. Walter and I went outside. A fresh breeze blew, the sunset again illuminated this sky. It was unusually beautiful. Berezov met us at the house.

Quickly learning what we found there, he was slightly surprised, but did not ask me anything. Control over himself every second was getting weaker. The mind in me began to slowly die. Like myself. Looking at Berezov, I held out everything that I could say at that time: "Yes a-a-ai pi-i-historical". Berezov glanced at me incomprehensibly. He did not understand why he was to me. I handed it again: "Yes, ay pisto-ole-t". He was still indecisive. Attack him in order to end your torment once and for all. The last time I repeated my request firmly, decisively and did not hand out a single component. Berezov shrugged and put a weapon in my outstretched hand ..

I nodded with satisfaction and went forward, towards dawn. No one tried to stop me, and it was even for the better. The sunset was still as beautifully as it was before. The sky was bright orange. The sun was like a huge flower, from which fiery petals departed. It was still cloudless ... Just like that evening, when Alex and I went to our last sortie behind the supplies from the new house. I reached the hill and stopped on it. The wind breathed pleasantly in my face. I took off the fuse from the pistol, the last time I twisted it to the temple and took a deep breath. Pictures from our last sortie began to swim in front of my consciousness. My heart knocked frantically, my blood pulsed in your temples. I closed my eyes and saw Alex's face in front of me ..

“Roman, why are you so slow?! We need to have time before sunset, otherwise you know, at night it is better not to walk here, ”Alex shouted to me. I accelerated my pace, there was a backpack on my back to the top stuffed with all sorts of habar. We were already waiting for us in the New House, we had to bring medications. The sunset was very beautiful, just like ... I even have nothing to compare with, what it looked like. As if someone took the paint and ran through the sky with bright orange color. He looked like ... here! I remembered the comparison! He looked like a huge fiery flower! As soon as we relax, a shot rang out in a nearby house. I jerked and quickly turned to the sound. Alex came up to me and said: “We should go check. If there is a living person there, we must help him ". I did not agree with his point of view, because it was too unsafe, but I nodded and we went towards that house.

When we approached the house, he no longer made any sounds that could make it clear whether there is someone there or not. Alex slowly climbed the creaky porch and went to the door, I followed him. The door was locked, so I had to knock out the lock, the glory of the back door was a squelch. Alex went ahead, I moved after him. We heard a deaf roar on the second floor. Most likely, someone heard we broke the castle, and he tried to give us signals. The staircase leading to the second floor was lit by only one weak light bulb. The sun has already gone and became very dark in the house. Alex showed a gesture that he would go upstairs and stood on the stairs, I followed him. He took a couple of steps and the staircase creaked. Alex grimaced and showed with signs that I would go slower. We slowly climbed the stairs. She still creaked under our feet. It was insanely scary ..

I opened my eyes. The wind inspired the last memories of my friend. The metal barrel of the gun pleasantly cooled the temple. It seems that this time is really all. My story ended. The story of Roman Sakharov. The story of my half -life and death ... The sun almost went beyond the horizon, the last remnants of humanity burned out in me. A deep sigh and ..

This ended the story of the novel. I hope you were interested in reading it. Sorry for me again for my multi -pacification and thanks to everyone who liked this story: 3