WickedRipper

-years ago... 'Again it seems i am on yet another suicide mission. Dammit I'm more useful than this. They must think im some sort of tunnel rat... Bitches'. Pavel, was on a "very important" mission. He was sent to disarm a bomb inside of D12 in order to aid in the Red takeover of the metro. Some information of the bombs detonation in case of failed defenses against the reds was leaked. Being a bit of an expendable soldier, Pavel was sent to disable it before anyone else. Pavel was deep behind enemy lines, crawling through a system of sewage pipes and making his way to the D12 living quarters. He was hoping to find Artyom, to tell him to esca

[ Artyoms P.O.V ] 'Blackness consumes me. I am alone, completely alone. It seems i am in an endless void of dark nothingness with no comfort other than my own thoughts. However, that comfort is quickly being eaten away by the fear of uncertainty. Being unsure of ANYTHING in the wastes of Moscow would have been detrimental to my life. I attempted to wander around but noticed i was strictly limited as to how far i could move. It is only then i realized i was bound and chained. 'Where am I...' Suddenly Artyom fell to his knees in immense pain, a vision, somebodys memory, but whos? A broken gas mask and the grueling noise of gasping for air is wh

 Quick footsteps and the sound of a weighted soldier sprinting through a overgrown swamp echoed through a small portion of the wasteland. The water could be heard parting around his ankles and his gear could be heard clacking and colliding together in his backpack. He is running very fast, the sound of his rapid paced heavy breathing through his nearly depleted gas mask filter could be heard for yards and yards away. What could also be heard was a pack of watchers, around 19 strong, howling and screeching at their prey. What sounded like a pack of running wolves is chasing him, only they are much, much worse than any K9. Frantically sprinting