The story of Sakharov Roman Mlg Swag Remastered Edition [upd. 08.04.2015]
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I will immediately denote:
I remember that about 3 years ago I was already throwing my story here, but since I was small and stupid (I’m still not sure if I am smarter now), after having read all this at a conscious age, my writings were horrified and was drunk.
At the moment, I decided to reissue it. I found a co -author, now with whom we are working on the editorial office of the old part of the text (Tan, keep you everyone who can), and I really hope that this will all lead to a good result. During the editorial office, I will break the story into parts and take each edited part here, in this blow, to the public court. So the topic will be constantly (I hope) update and supplement.
I hope that it will be interesting for you to read all this, and you will also leave your thoughts about the story.
Well, pleasant reading 🙂
We slowly climbed the narrow stairs, the https://romibet.uk/bonus/ steps creaked under our feet. It was scary, the deaf roar at the top did not end. Outside the window was pitch darkness, the flashlight in my hands allowed to see only the steps and part of the staircase upstairs. An old non -working light swayed above the stairs. Rising quickly to 5 steps, I heard a strange sound: a light burst over my head. The flashlight fell out of his hands and rolled down. Alex tried to catch him, but could not, and the flashlight was below. Despite this, we decided to rise on. My legs shook from tension; Alex looked excited. When we got to the upper span, a noise was heard in the distance. I lay down on the steps, and Alex continued to climb the stairs. When he went upstairs, the rustle of steps stopped, a terrible howl came, and after a second Alex flew out of the site, falling to the floor of the first floor with 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) to go further along the floor. I have seen more than once in films and games how monsters are afraid of light, but what should I do now? Suddenly I remembered about the fallen flashlight. I began to slowly slide down the stairs on my stomach. This was my not the best solution over the past minutes: the unloading vest clung to the steps and greatly prevented him from going down. 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. The flashlight was turned off (when the Off button was pressed when falling from above). The creature did not notice me, but I saw his terrible silhouette. Instead of his abdomen, he had a clearance. Half of his head was stained with a shot. So what kind of shots we heard with Alex from the outside! The creature began to go down, so I lurked my breath and tried not to panic. But I could not move with fear, my body just did not obey me! While the creature was going down, I just lay and looked at him unable to even crawl out. When it already went down the stairs and leaned over me, I finally could move my hand: quickly turning on the lantern, light this creature in the face. It would be better if I closed my eyes at that moment. There was almost no face, his eyes turned frantically due to sudden blinding. It howled and ran upstairs. I came to my senses and wanted to run away, but there were no supplies to the shelter. It was necessary to explore this place, suddenly there is something useful here, but being in this house without weapons was dangerous.
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. I listened to sounds – silence. It is not clear where this creature went. Rising to the second floor, I saw a broken baseball bat. Most likely, this creature hit Alex on 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 confused – my eyes were pressed inside, and instead of my 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.
Quickly looking at the room, it became clear to me – there was nowhere to hide. I closed the door, and stood in the least with a mount in my hands. Hands trembled with tension, the mount was ready. The steps slowly approached the door, I held my breath. Complete silence reigned for a moment, only the sniffing of the creature was heard behind the door. After a couple of seconds, the door began to open and behind it appeared someone silhouette. I brought down the impact of the mount on the head of this creature, she screeched and burst into the room, falling to the floor. Stunned by the fact that she can still be harmful, I continued to beat her with a mount on the head. Each blow was on her head and left a deep dent. After 30 seconds, the creature stopped twitching, her skull took a strange shape, and I was all in her blood. It was not the creature that killed Alex. It was a very bad sign. Having crossed the body of the creature, I looked into the corridor.
Absolute silence reigned in the house, the corridor was empty. After waiting for a minute and making sure that no one would come from these creatures yet, I left the bathroom. I could check 2 more rooms and attic. I quickly ran to the nearest room and looked there. In the dark, I did not immediately see, but there was a bloody trail from it, and in the place where it ended (or began?) lay a shotgun broken in half, shooting cartridges were scattered around it. Apparently that the trace from here began. The room was almost empty, there were only a couple of chairs, a bed and a table. Approaching the table, I began to check the boxes for something useful and found batteries to the flashlight. I hope they are workers. Quickly replacing the batteries in the flashlight, I turned it on and shone it towards the bloody puddle. She had already managed to dry, and a note was lying next to her. I went to this pool of blood, raised a note and began to read.
“Another dead man of this house. 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 will no longer be able to help you. I will tell you one simple thing – if you came here, then you have very little to live … For you it can be very bad, but I don’t care anyway. I will hear these creatures scraping at my door. Soon they will begin to knock it out. They need fresh flesh. You can call me a psycho or crazy. Yes, the way it is, I found the most shitty place to relax and could not escape from it. I’m not sure that you will succeed. They are already breaking the door, so I have a little bit left. You can try to wait out the night in the attic, it may be safe there. I just didn’t have time to run there ". The note was interrupted on this, and was stained with blood.
I again went out into the corridor, from the puddle of blood I was already mating. There was the last room and attic. Having turned off the lantern, I slowly went to the remaining room and opened the door. After that, I really wanted to close it back: about 5-6 creatures stood in the room, but not one of them moved. At the other end of the room there was a rack with supplies and medicines. After waiting for a minute, I observed the creatures inside. They stood without the slightest hint of movement, it looked like these creatures are sleeping. I took a deep breath and regretting my solution in advance, I put the mount on the shelf of the cabinet next to the door and began to slowly make my way to the rack, holding my breath. Around me there was a noisy sniffing of these creatures. Damn, this is the most crazy thing I did in my life. Going to the rack, I took off my backpack from the back, opened it and began to rake all the good into it. When the gathering was over, and the backpack was on me, it became clear that it would not work out. The backpack became too complete, he easily touched any of these creatures, which means that they will most likely wake up.
The situation, to put it mildly, was shitty. It was necessary to think through the way of departure from the very beginning. I had no desire to part with supplies, but here I had a desperate idea in my head. Deciding that there was no way better, I prepared to fulfill it. Departing as close as possible to the wall, I pushed away from it and rushed towards the exit, pushing the creatures in the way. I have never heard even more displeased grunts mixed with blocking. Creatures, realizing what happened, rushed after me. I flew out like a cork from the door, quickly closed it and knocked over the cabinet on which my mount was lying. The roar rose to the whole house, it seemed that even a deaf could think of my presence in it. I heard a displeased howl from below and quick steps up the stairs, and I had no choice but to tear my claws into the attic. I needed to run past the stairs along which the creature rose. Quickly grabbing the flashlight and turning it on, I rushed forward. The creature just climbed the stairs and was ready to meet me, but the beam of light in the face quickly changed her opinion. The creature screeched and covered his face with his hands. I shoved him from the stairs and ran on. At the back, one could already hear the creatures from the room broke the door and rushed in my direction. I instantly flew up the stairs leading to the attic, I turned around and quickly closed the door, but out of the corner of my eye I noticed that no one ran after me. Just in case, having fallen up the door, I leaned against the blockage and allowed myself to catch my breath. It was quiet in the attic, all the noise remained behind the door, and this silence scared.
I looked around the attic with a whip. Among the different trash that lay there, nothing dangerous was noticeable. Why then those creatures retreated. It was necessary to inspect this place more carefully. For some reason, the flashlight began to shine weaker (batteries sat down?), but I was enough for this light so far. Once again, running over the pile gaze, I began to move deep into the attic. On the way, I came across all sorts of things: broken children’s bicycle, crib, all sorts of broken toys, music box. All this made the attic even more gloomy place than he seemed to me before. Damn, I can’t stand music boxes, I hope that it will not play suddenly, otherwise I will prefer to stay with those creatures below than spend the night here. Some masks were nailed to the wall. Why did the previous owner of the house need them-it is not clear, maybe he collected something. I went to the nearest box and opened it. There was nothing useful in it, except for the collection of different dolls and even more soft toys. All of them were covered with a decent layer of dust, in fact, like everything here. I wonder how much these things lay here. Okay, it doesn’t matter, it’s time to move on. Having reached the end of the attic, I looked out the window. I don’t know what I was hoping to notice there: maybe a detachment z.O.G.-And, who rushed to the revenue of the poor with me with combat helicopters, maybe even more of these creatures that they are waiting for me on the second floor. It would be necessary to call them somehow, by the way. Let them … damn it, nothing original comes to my mind, let the zombies be.
I pulled the sleeve on my left hand and shone with a flashlight for the clock – time only in the morning. Yes, I have to sit here for a long time, I have to take myself something. It would be of course playing with old toys, but damn it, it would be generally strange. So, that’s interesting how I get out of the house in the morning? The zombies, of course, lose vigilance in sunlight (which is strange) and try to hide in dark places, but the whole house is now without lighting, and I did not notice the windows in the corridor on the second floor. At that moment, something fell somewhere. I immediately calmed down and listened. The roar of a poet, but I felt uneasy. I tried to find the mount under my feet and found it with horror that it remained downstairs. What else can be used as an effective weapon. Without thinking twice, I tore off a slightly rotten partition by the bed. Damn, this is clearly not killing anyone, I will not even cripple! The lantern in my hand began to go out, this is very bad. I frantically spent the remaining bunch of light around, hoping to find something better and found. Massive size chain with a massive lock lay next to the bed. A quick and quiet step, I pushed to her. Severe, infection, but can be used as a caste. Oh, my hands will definitely hurt, but I want to live. The flashlight almost went out, and I last spent the rest of the light around. Someone’s eyes flashed in the dark.
