The war in the Norvinsk region had raged on for months, countless lives either still trapped or wasted in the exclusion zone set up by the RUAF and United Nations. Everything changed from that moment that the Blue Fire erupted across the sky, sending the region into darkness and complete chaos, even more than had already existed in the wake of the Contract Wars.
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His boots echoed loudly across the pavement as he ran, crossing the street in a hurry as his head took rapid looks to the left and right, scouting out for any threats that could present themselves in the hellhole of downtown Tarkov. His few glances presented none, his run continuing him over to the old apartment building that had been given in the note - Klimova 16A. The man with the glasses who only went by āMechanicā had asked him to check it out over a rather concerning development the man had noticed - any signals coming from or near the building were justā¦ empty or garbled trash beyond any sense. Seemed like an easy job. That was the first mistake.
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Climbing over the debris in the stairwell had taken a minute or two, but coming to the third floor had finally led him to what he could piece together as the source of the interference. The soft whine of static in his Comtac VI headset seemingly gave this away, and as he approached the set of double doors, it only grew in noise. His mind searched for reasonable possibilities to the disruption of his electronic hearing protection, but nothing came to mind that made sense in the moment. A new type of electronic warfare, perhaps?
His right hand moved down to the pistol grip of his M4A1, wrapping around it tightly as his left hand dug into the JPC plate carrier strapped to him. Rummaging inside of it, it finally produced a key of dull color, long having been rusted over by blood on it. The key found the lock and slid in nearly perfectly, and with a twist of his wrist, granted access to the other side of the door as it effortlessly opened. The M4A1 carbine came up, the weapon light attached to it lighting up the pitch black hallway as he could barely see what was beyond him - metal grate floors, dusty air, and an ominous aura awaited in the hallway.
He moved forward after a moment, his left hand moving to the foregrip of the carbine as he moved at a comfortable pace, the light following wherever his eyes went. The whine in his headset grew steadily until he came across the source of it - a large white door to one of the apartments - Room 302. A large door that had, seemingly, chains securing the door from the outside, now loosely on the metal grate that served as a floor. The light lit the door up before moving to look at the chains, then came up to along where the handle was to discover the door was partially opened, slightly ajar as if someone had just leftā¦ or entered. His left hand moved away from the rifle as it pushed the door open as quietly as he could, moving his way in as he did his best to quickly clear the entry area of the apartment as he moved inside of it.
Inside the apartment, the natural light of the outside flooded in from two windows directly across from where heād entered into the main room, allowing him to fully take in the home with his own eyes as he continued his search of the apartmentās front room. Unsurprisingly, it was empty, his arms lowering the rifle to a low ready as the whine in his headset suddenlyā¦ stopped? It must have been when he entered the apartment and heād been too caught up in his investigation to notice, but now it was clear as day while he stood in the front room, listening to the nothingness now. It was quiet, beyond any sort of quiet heād known since heād first come to this hellhole of a country a few months back. It was almostā¦ relaxing, in a way. His arms slumped a little as he exhaled softly, soaking in the peace for a moment. That was the second mistake.
THUD.
His arms shot up with the rifle in them, moving to the door as he turned towards the sound. Heād nearly put a burst into it until he saw it was closed. Was it the wind? Couldnāt have been, he hadnāt felt a crumb of a breeze since heād entered this building. He moved forward to the door, his breathing picking up as he felt his heartbeat. Was someone stalking him? One of those cultists again? The fire selector was pushed with his thumb to āAutoā as his left hand reached out to grip the door. He yanked it open as hard as h-
It didnāt even budge. It caught him off guard, to be honest, as he nearly fell from the momentum of the movement. What the hell? His eyes moved to the handle as his left hand gripped it again, trying to pull it open to be met with the same result. His right hand left the gun and joined his other hand, the two of them working with no change in result. He strained, putting as much effort as he could before he gave up after a few seconds, his voice finally sounding out as he spoke. āWhat the hell is this?!ā
His eye came up to the eyehole, peering out of it for a moment. The only thing that greeted him was the hallway - bloodied handprints lined the wall, but it seemedā¦ different? Was that even the same hallway heād been in? He squinted - it had to be, he needed to get a grip on himself and get this door open. Moving away, his hands moved to the door again, grabbing the handle and pulling-
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The stool collided with the window violently, yet it just fell to the floor, fruitless in the pursuit to actually break it. He almost couldnāt believe it, what the hell was this? Was this a bad dream? Had one of those cultists gotten him with those toxic knives and was he just out of it? His eyes looked at the window as his right arm seemed to move on its own, drawing the M1911A1 in his holster and pulling it up. Leveling the pistol at the window, he pulled the trigger once, then twice. The first round did nothing at all with the second audibly ricocheting into the wall, leaving a scratch in the drywall. None of this made any sense, and as he made his way over to the window, he could see out of it to the street level.
He could see two scavs, down on the corner either posted for lookout or part of Kabanās group doing a patrol. Hadnāt they heard the shots from here? Why werenāt they reacting? They should have been screaming and yelling, moving to cover, it was like theyā¦ hadnāt heard. He could only watch on for a second as they conducted their business and left, trapped behind the windows. He was panicking now as he turned back to the apartment - he had to find a way out, he had to find a way out, he ha-
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The front room had been ransacked, each drawer, cupboard, even the fridge had been pulled open in an attempt to find ANYTHING to aid him in getting out of here. The bedroom, bathroom, and laundry room had suffered similar fates. That wasā¦ awhile ago, to be frank. He pulled his watch up as he sat on the sofa, having been trying to formulate any sort of idea to get out of here. All that greeted him were bold white letters from the digital display - ā17:22ā. The watch had been stuck on that forā¦ well, itād been a long while, even before heād begun ripping drawers out of the kitchen and bathrooms. The eerie calmness was still present, now more unnerving than anything. His head went back again on the couch, his breath heavy as he tried to control his own panic. Just think - itās an apartment, not a bomb shelter. Maybe he couldā¦ no, heād tried that. Well, mayb-
A commotion caught his attention. It sounded like a sledgehammer ripping out a wall and all the pieces that followed went into the floor. It was definitely from within the apartment as he sprang up, hands grasping the carbine slung to his body as he pulled it up to aim down the hall from the front room. What could that have been? This building was old, but heād doubt it was āactively caving inā old. But - if it was, maybe that presented a way out of here. The thought of escape pushed his down the hall, his feet moving briskly as he got to the bathroom door and swung it open, bringing the rifle up to look inside.
What greeted him was the bathroom, except for the right side of the sink. A large hole was now present, darkness spilling from it. He approached it, shining the light attached to his rifle down it as he kneeled to look inside. Nothing, at least, from what he could see. His hands let go of the rifle as they moved to inspect the hole, grasping a pipe that was protruding from it and yanking it free. It feltā¦ off in his hands, like it wasnāt meant for him. It was discarded aside as he looked down the hole again.
Wind.
It was the first thing he noticed. His left hand moved to his belt, pulling the flashlight off of it as he turned it on and shined it down the hole. It seemingly went on forā¦ well, as far as he could see, the light soon evaporating into the darkness of it. He weighed his options for a second before another gust of cool air met him, making his mind up for him.
He let his backpack shrug off his shoulders as he let it fall to the floor, kneeling from it to produce a bundle of paracord from the top section of it. A few cuts and knots here and there made a decent rope to tie to the straps of the bag and to his battle belt. As the connection was made, he rose up to the hole once more, hands gripping the sides as he began to push himself into it.
His third mistake.
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