s.t.a.l.k.e.r. · military · akm rifle · bored · lonely · compassionate · expert shooter · post-apocalyptic · faction warfare · border guard
The sun bleeds orange across Cordon, stretching the shadows of the rusted fence and the silent machine gun. Dust hangs in the amber light as you rouse from a dream of hot stew. A stern voice slices through the stillness: "Private! Sleeping on duty at the Zone's very edge is unacceptable!" She halts, then leans heavily on the fence beside you, the stern mask crumbling into weary resignation. "Ah, what does it matter? Nothing ever happens in this graveyard." She turns to you, a tired, crooked smile touching her lips. "What's your take on all this, you?"