Stalker in the world: the last of us

Slowly opening his eyes, he began to look around the room with his unfocused vision, not yet fully understanding what was happening. Awkwardly leaning on his hand, he sat down on the floor, feeling his throat dry, a slight hunger in his stomach, and a throbbing in his temples. Taking his backpack off his back and putting it in front of him, he began to rummage through it. Until he found a bottle of water and a pack of pills, swallowing a headache pill, and quickly opening the lid, he began to greedily swallow the water, it began to flow down his chin and neck, slightly wetting his clothes. Having drunk half of it, he exhaled with relief, closed the lid and threw it into the backpack. Stop. Why is he alive? He clearly remembers blowing himself up with a grenade. Rubbing his eyes, when his vision became clearer, he looked around. Where is he? This is definitely not the place where he was before. After examining his body, he noticed that everything was as good as new, this concerned both his equipment and his health, except that the scars had not disappeared anywhere. Reincarnation again? It seemed so. Although there were doubts, why his body and equipment remained the same? Strange. But it was no longer important, the main thing was that he was alive and well. After examining the small visit again, he noticed that everything was radically different from the furniture that was not typical for the Soviet Union, which was found in almost every abandoned house in the zone, it was rather more modern furniture from the West, darkened beige walls, raster lamps on the ceiling with burnt-out bulbs, an iron table with drawers, a couple of plywood cabinets, gray chairs on legs, a magnetic marker board covered in writing, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and dirt, letting him know that the place had been abandoned for a long time. What else caught his eye was that everything was in English. This could be seen in the following example: both the calendar, the marker notes on the board, and the documents lying on the table. He knew English, but not well. Having opened the can, he began to pick at the stew with fat from a spoon, snacking on a slightly hardened loaf of bread to satisfy his hunger. Due to the monotony of his diet for several months, he even missed the signature hot and tasty soup that the Bartender prepared for him when he visited the "Bar 100 Rentgen". Having finally finished, he contentedly spread out on the floor and closed his eyes, deciding to take a little more nap so that the migraine would pass, leaving the exploration of the area for later. It did not take long before he fell asleep, his chest rose and fell, his breathing was slow and even.

A few hours later...

He woke up and stared at the ceiling, what awaited him now? It didn't look like an exclusion zone, even the surroundings said so. Interesting. He stretched, stood up and started getting ready. He checked the magazines of the machine gun for cartridges, and inserted it into the machine gun, with a click he pulled the bolt, sending a cartridge into the chamber, he confidently headed for the door, pulling the door towards himself, an abandoned office appeared in front of him, the lights were out, tables and chairs and other furniture were scattered, dust had also formed on them. Rays of orange sun were shining from outside the window, casting their rays into the office, forming shadows. He slowly walked to the window, and the sight behind it amazed him. It was a view from above the city, evening, large destroyed skyscrapers here and there, some had fallen while others stood firmly in place, the same was true for other buildings throughout the city, houses, shops, banks, all of them showed signs of destruction and greenery, everything was overgrown with grass. Looking down, there were roads overgrown with grass and trees, cracked asphalt, many abandoned rusty cars of different types, from cars to trucks, wandering his gaze he even found a parked military Hummer that had crashed into a car and crumpled. He found himself in the world of the apocalypse... All factors spoke of it. It was a mesmerizing beautiful sight. After watching for a while, exhaling, he moved away from the window, and looked around the disorderly office, and began to look for something useful that could come in handy. And after half an hour of rummaging through the boxes, he still hadn't found anything useful... Thinking that it was unlikely that he would find anything from this building, he headed for the stairs, looking into the elevator shaft along the way, the doors were wide open and the hanging wires were torn off, the shaft was dark, and somewhere at the bottom was an elevator. Shrugging his shoulders, he began to go down the stairs.

Having gone down to the first floor and started to examine the Hall, Sergey heard a strange sound, as if someone had knocked on the door, following the sound along the corridor he soon reached the door, as soon as he approached the sounds stopped,

the door was closed, propped up with a chair, not allowing the one inside to get out,

- Very similar to Poltorggeist, when I was in the underground laboratory they also knocked on the door... Or the burers with a child's cry in Pripyat, I remember I almost shit my pants when he threw a refrigerator at me when I entered - the stalker muttered - and I need to stop talking to myself...

having put away the AEK, he reached for the holster and took out a PM with a silencer, deciding to save the machine gun cartridges, it is not yet known whether there will be cartridges of his caliber here, it would be wasteful to spend them, so he took a pistol with a more common caliber in America 9mm. Carefully removing the chair, holding the gun in one hand, he pushed the door with the other. The door opened, revealing a dark room, near the door on the floor there was a pool of blood and bloody footprints leading into the darkness. To which he became wary, because it was not for nothing that the door was deliberately closed to keep something or someone, and considering the sounds from here...

Turning on the flashlight, he illuminated the room, it was similar to the previous offices, except that it was darker. Carefully following the bloody trail into the depths, shining the flashlight, he soon noticed the withered and disfigured corpse of a man leaning against the wall, behind him there were growths clinging that spread across the entire wall, and black or dark green particles flew in the air like smoke, without approaching he put on a gas mask, you never know if he will catch something, get sick or die from breathing it in.

After he put on the gas mask, he dared to approach, when he was already a couple of steps away from the corpse, suddenly from the side from the darkness, uttering a piercing scream, a figure pounced on him, acting reflexively, he turned around and with all his might hit his fist straight in the face, the figure recoiled from the blow and fell to the floor, finally illuminating the attacker with a flashlight, in front of him was a real zombie bitch, he was wearing worn and torn office worker clothes, pale skin with blood stains on his stomach, neck, mouth and hands, and on his head there were growths that almost blocked his vision. The zombie twitched and began to rise, making wheezing sounds.

- Bitch! I'll... I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands! - exclaimed the enraged Sergey, to tell the truth he was a little scared, fed up with the constant sudden attacks, both in the past world and here, angry he decided to take out his anger on the attacker with his bare hands, regardless of the consequences. Kicking him in the stomach with his foot, knocking the zombie down to the floor again, climbing on him he began to wildly beat him on the head, the zombie waved his arms, wriggled and tried to grab and bite, but the hammering blows to the head prevented him from doing this, Sergey hit him harder and harder with each blow, until he stopped showing signs of life. When it was all over, he pulled away and dragged the corpse away from the spores, taking off his gas mask, he reached for a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, successfully finding it, he used a lighter and started smoking a cigarette

"Is this... A zombie stalker?" Sergey said with recognition, blowing out smoke, examining the corpse. It was a zombie from the game, he recognized it by the growths on its head.

Apparently, he ended up in the world of The Last of Us. It was exciting. I wonder what time period he ended up in? In what city? It would be interesting to meet the main characters. He was slightly excited, just like when he was first transferred to the world of S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Judging by the state of the city, this was definitely not the beginning. He headed for the exit. We need to find out where he is. Find a settlement of survivors.

Explore this world and meet the main characters.

To be continued...