>12 -> 75Uno grimaces. "Hold your breath."
... and step through into a bloody aftermath.
(S.T.A.L.K.E.R Soundtrack - Cordon)
https://youtu.be/0IpfjwuU4u0 Holes are marred into the gray walls and white doors of an almost familiar corridor. Smells like spilled blood and charred meat. Gunsmoke lingers in the air, harsh and acrid with a hint of burnt. The fighting seems to have been finished only a few minutes ago...
At the end of the hall, a giant white sheet is covering a corpse. It seems human from the distance, but as you trace the contours, it begins to suggest something not quite human; too long limbs, a head far too strange and misshapen, and are those wires piercing, no, melding with the end of one arm-
Footsteps.
Uno's eyes widen at something behind you, his mouth open as if to say something.
There's no time to turn. There's no time to react.
[HEARTLESS] So why aren't you dead yet?
>89The crackle of a voice modulator breaks the unnatural silence. Uno curses, Tres stares unflinching. You hold your ground under the menacing visage of the glowing visor. In his hands is a very large, almost unwieldy bayoneted rifle aimed squarely at you four. (This better not be a recurring theme...)
Oh cool. You've seen these guys before on TV. Zombie Pest Control.
"Halt. This is an active ZPCI operation zone. State your business."
"Hey, relax!" Uno holds his free hand up and holds his revolver down. "We don't have a bone to pick with you guys. Just here to meet with a friend."
"We are on a business trip," Tres growls.
"We're on a Mission," Dos echoes.
"Ditto," you repeat.
The sniper keeps his rifle trained on the four of you. He makes a slight nod to someone around the corner. "Sergeant, we got a group of type Cs here. Four total."
"Let them through, soldier. It's their funeral."
Armed in blue and silver, like an ancient knight in armor, the double visor of a ZPC fireteam leader glares down at you. Of your party, he holds a vague, superior contempt. In one hand, he holds a similar rifle with ease, and a crumpled and bloodied Beetleburger bag in the other.
[MADNESS] You lick your lips. Boy, maybe you should get something to eat after all this.
"Sir?"
"Let sleeping dogs lie," he addresses his subordinate, not really looking at him, but instead straying towards your party.
And to you, he continues, "We have not yet begun our operation, so do as you please. We have better things to do than chase mutts like you around."
