LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 2: Rip
Having found nothing interesting among the fanatics, except for boxes of cartridges from his machine gun, two Rgd-5 and F-1 grenades, he began to carefully descend the steps with his machine gun at the ready.
Having descended to the first floor, and as soon as he went outside, a sniper shot rang out in the night, ahead from behind the neighboring building for a moment he saw a small flare of flame, which immediately died out. In the side. a sharp pain also rang out, reacting to this, Sergey dove into the side away from the exit, hiding from the sniper. Sitting on the floor leaning against the wall, he began to examine the body where the bullet had landed, the overalls were torn in the side and in one place a ceramic plate had crumbled, the bullet had grazed the left side, but did not seriously injure, only a sharp pain was at the site of the wound, which was already tightening due to the effect of assembly. "Thank heavens the sniper missed..." Sergei muttered with relief.
He pulled off his backpack and started rummaging through it until he found a PSO-1 sight and an ATG silencer and started installing them on his machine gun, and he hung a 3rd generation NVG on his head.
Throwing on his backpack, he began to climb the floors higher, until he reached the 5th floor.
Turning on the NVG and switching the AEK to single fire, he looked out of the window a little and began to aim from where they were shooting at him.
Through the NVG and the sight, a terrifying armored man with an SVU sniper rifle appeared before his eyes, aiming at the entrance, the Monolith man glanced at the windows from time to time.
"Holy shit, that's a Military Exoskeleton..." Sergey muttered in surprise. It was rare to see people walking around in exoskeletons in the zone, although they are not very suitable for anomalous activities and are very slow, they were terrible in battle.
It was a heavy-looking armor enveloping the entire body in strong metal, thick wires were visible from behind the back going to the arms and legs, and on the head there was a built-in gas mask helmet. The wearers of this strong armor made living tanks out of them, although they also have their vulnerable points, for example: like the head. The most vulnerable point. Where Sergei had already aimed, looking through the sight at his enemy, since this was not his first opponent with an exoskeleton, they had met more than once during his adventures in the zone.
Without taking his eyes off the monolith, he held his breath for a moment and froze, and pulled the trigger.
With a bang, the bullet rushed into the head, right before his eyes, noisily knocking down the enemy outside the window. After waiting a little, seeing that he would not rise, holding a machine gun in his hands, he began to descend. As soon as he stepped outside the threshold of the building, a drizzling cold wind and raindrops fell on him, noticeable even through his clothes. Ignoring the rain, he headed straight for the corpse from the neighboring building.
Carefully entering the building, resting the butt of his machine gun on his shoulder, he began to slowly inspect the premises for enemies,
looking for the dead man's room, leaving a wet trail of his boots and raindrops rolling off his clothes onto the stone floor. The plan was to remove the exoskeleton from the corpse, as well as his weapon, to sell it, making a solid amount of money. Having found the right apartment, he carefully pulled the wooden door towards himself, it creaked open.
And as soon as he crossed the threshold, an armored hand suddenly appeared on the left in his field of vision, redirecting the gun barrel to the side, unable to react to this in time, with a roar the bullets rushed to the right, missing. Caught off guard, Sergei was painfully rammed in the side, harshly knocking him down onto the stone floor in the corridor, his fingers involuntarily unclenched the machine gun and it slipped out of his hands. the weapon fell... In front of him was the same Monolithist in an exoskeleton, leaning on Sergei with all his body weight.
- Die! Scum! - the Monolithist said in a muffled voice from behind his gas mask,
with one hand pressing Sergei to the ground, holding him by the throat, and with the other pointing a sharp knife at his throat. The fight began, thanks to his good physical shape and the effects of the artifacts, Sergei barely held his hand with the knife, clenching his fist with his other hand with all his might he hit the monolith on the head, because of this he recoiled and relaxed his hands for a moment, Sergei seized this opportunity and pushed him away from himself, and he himself fell on him, and began to beat him on the head, for which he paid and received a knife in the side, feeling how warm blood began to bleed from the wound through the clothes and stick, gritting his teeth he sharply charged a blow to the jaw of the monolith, he deafeningly relaxed his grip with the knife, Sergei quickly pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the throat, with a ringing sound the knife bounced off the armor, without penetrating, panicking, he directed the tip of the knife at the head with both hands, he managed to do this, but the knife again did not penetrate. He did not have enough strength to penetrate the armor. Then he felt pain in his liver and was pushed away by the Monolith's foot, the knife slipped out of his hands and fell to the floor. Sergei reached for his pistol holster, but was hit again. They began to beat each other, rolling on the floor, every time he lay on his back, hard objects in the backpacks painfully dug into his back, every blow to the hard armor with his fists was accompanied by pain in his knuckles, almost every muscle in his entire body screamed in pain and burned like fire, every minute seemed to stretch into hours, the longer the fight went on, the more abrasions and hematomas or bruises appeared under his clothes. Adrenaline boiled in his blood, and his chest heaved after each greedy breath of oxygen, his lungs burned, and his head was spinning. The Monolith had no visible wounds, but it was clear that he was very tired, through the gas mask you could hear him loudly inhaling and exhaling
A few meters away from each other, on shaky legs with sluggish movements, they rose from the floor, all battered in dust and dirt. The Monolithist, now holding a knife in his hands, raised his head, wanted to point at Sergei, but stopped, staring at the barrel of the gun aimed straight at his face. There was a weak smile on Sergei's battered face.
- I won... *sigh* I won. Now die finally... - Sergei said hoarsely and pulled the trigger several times. The bullets quickly reached the target, piercing the glass of the gas mask and the eye, breaking the skull. The Monolithist fell on his back with a dull thud, raising a small cloud of dust.
Leaning his back against the wall, he rolled to the floor, sighing tiredly. Beaten and exhausted, he reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking the cigarette in his teeth and as soon as he successfully lit it with a weak flame, he took a drag, inhaling the acrid smoke, and then exhaling, forming a gray shell of smoke, he relaxed... As soon as he began to think how lucky he was to get out alive, his thoughts were interrupted by a rustle on the right, where the entrance to the building was. The sound was as if someone kicked a tin can. Looking there, in the corridor his eyes met with four alien golden eyes like those of predators, who were looking straight at him. A clap of thunder for a moment completely illuminated the slow approach of a terrifying figure. It was a Chimera...
One of the deadliest and most dangerous mutants that could be encountered in the zone... Meeting him meant a hundred percent probability that death awaited him. That is, he had no chance of surviving at all... Especially in his current state.
The height of the Chimera was approximately equal to an adult male lion. The skin was hairless, with numerous scars, had two heads, one larger, the other smaller, walked on four legs, and had large and sharp black claws that could tear his flesh in a matter of seconds. A very tenacious creature, even if you were lucky enough to shoot his brain and heart, he would still survive. Since there are actually only two of them. Two brains, two hearts, all internal organs are duplicated.
- Hah... *Sigh* looks like I was wrong... I won't get out of here alive... - said Sergey, not taking his eyes off the chimera, taking out a fragmentation F-1 grant from his pocket and removing the pin, and began to hold it with one hand, waiting for the chimera to get closer, while with the other hand he continued to smoke, blowing out smoke. - I somehow even expected that I would die like this... - said Sergey, closing his eyes, finishing his last cigarette, unclenching his hand with the grenade when the chimera was a meter away from him
*BOOM!* the grenade exploded with a roar.
For a moment, he felt an unbearable sharp pain throughout his body, when countless fragments of the grenade crashed into his flesh, his body began to bleed, flooding the floor with blood, and relief overtook him, ceasing to feel anything. His body was filled with lead,
it went limp, his eyelids grew heavy,
it went dark in his eyes. His internal organs failed, his heart and brain stopped, the remnants of consciousness left. Darkness and death overtook him.
This is the tragic end that stalker Sergei Chuguev met in the zone.