After starting to fail, my efforts to turn the mutants of Stalker 2 into Beasts of War finally brought results. I designed a Bloodsucker attack that wiped out the most evil – a person meaningful to me – and I have progressed enough to really open the map, and with it, visit more in the most fierce areas of the region.
In addition, mice. Annoyed by Bloodsucker Siccing successfully, I returned on the path of some mysterious abnormal scanners, and the words I could find a leader in a maze of immersed cars. It is greatly protected by some types of gangster, but for the first time, I will not have to turn off to search for some distant mutations and coax them back here by using my neck as a bait. Mercifully, an excessive growing rodents jumped around just outside the entrance of the maze. I waved to them like a bouncer on his last day, then drew water through the stunned gunmen, who could hardly carry the rifle before being placed by a group of giant meat mice.
It is chaos. The rodents, bouncing all the time, spread out to gnaw their random pieces of flesh, while the gangs immediately abandon the small combat discipline they started to scratch the fire to automatically comprehensively. And, because of me. For all our advantages in our number, I could not shake the heat completely, forcing me to duck and dip between empty buses when both of them target and get lost on both sides.
Going out publicly, the situation is worse. My fuzzy minions are brave, but they lack the ability to approach, the speed and skin of a piece of meat or breathing tube, and against the relentless hiss of six Aks, their quantity is quickly thin. Brave, I retreated, disturbed through a high gap in the maze wall when I heard the last crying of my mouse army. Never had too much debt, with very little achieved, very little. Worse, I could not ignore these winds as I did to the former human enemies; The goal is, specifically, to make them die.
Obviously, I need to add my mutations. I decided, once again, to return to the cement plant area, where I picked up Bloodsucker. When I rushed away, a strange explosion rang out behind me, and a shot sounded that it was worrying to hit the dirt near my shoes. I turned around and watched a single person who was alone, but it was clear that his luck, tracing my steps out of the entrance to the maze. Sorry, Matey Boy, I had more appointments with violent ecosystems than you. I ran into a nearby bush, breaking his vision and losing him on the tree.
Soon, I began to wonder if the mutations were trying similar to me. I spent a few strange peaceful minutes to investigate old ruins and forests, hoping something to have fangs turned out, but they never did it. The last time I came was to catch the sounds of a Bloodsucker trapped in an underground garage, but after checking the entrances and exit, I concluded that I could not escape while also taking him with him, and therefore there was no choice other than letting him starve.
When I leave the garage, wondering if I should fall into the sausage or something, a white semicircular blinking, I really should see my doctor’s doctor about it, saying that I told me about a follow-up of the type of approaching. After that, a shot landed square in my chest, following the melody of what was now a much more familiar explosion. That is that guy again!
Friend.
Somehow, he followed me through a good kilomet of the ground, and had to practice his sharpness on the way because of good Christ, he was killing me. I placed it on the open ground, dealing with two more visits and starting the Medkits started the string as soon as I reached the cover of a small forest. I still have no means to fight my pursuit – I have no mutants, and vow to never shoot or insert a knife into anger – so there is very little choice in addition to running fast and hard back to the maze, where I can decide my next step.
However, for a few seconds, that white curve was back, and the shot also, who refused to fall out of the blasting range no matter where I run water. I expanded the hills and woven through the trees trying to shake him, bandaging a series of increasing bullets when I left, but nothing was active. Every time I seemed clear, he was there, making it the grim determination of a man who had nothing in this world but the will will take away my life. I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me. But he knew I had to die.
From sunset to darkness, he chased, and the lack of light only made a self -defense monster to direct him. I was annoyed and made a mistake of rookie, rushing into the abnormalities that broke my skin with thousands of pieces, broken glass or attractive pulse that made me painful. Nothing of these helps my narrowed tape and ice supply, which is at risk of running out completely if I cannot shake off this inhumane bastard.
After that, from the gloomy appearance of another abandoned car, and in the center: a single breathing tube, eating on a corpse and emitting an abnormal e -beep. Friends, I have never been happy to see your emaciated face. I was wary of using a single mutant to resist what looked like a completely armored soldier, saying that Rough Rush Mass Rush went, but at this time I will take any Ghoul I can receive.
No longer running. I turned around and, with a breathing tube on the tail, returned to the pursuit, met him on the tree. It was a long, expensive, extremely difficult battle, when the breathing tube constantly abandoned the goal to try to defeat me. But, when I sunk my ninth painkillers, the most powerful dance attack of the mutant connected, flattened my torture and sent his limp body to slide through the mud.
I rewarded Snork for his service by luring him into another gravity abnormal, allowing me to check the assassin will be peaceful. His name is Taras Verglas – no ringing – and his hand patch shows that he is part of the neutral mercenary faction, there are many reasons why he chose to attack me. It seems that the secret was dead with him, although the rare.
That leaves only another mystery: Why dive? Returning to my body, I saw it was tied with an electronic collar, while on the dead, he was snacking, a PDA revealed that there was a scientist where a big pay for them. It seems that I am not the only one in the area seeking to tame its beast.
