Another day of shooting mutants and kicking ass. You groaned plopping down on an old love seat with a soda back at an underground base in Chernobyl with all the others. Twelve or more Russian and polish soldiers were currently throwing a party, but you didn't want to go at the moment.....................................time skip.....
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You hadn't noticed when someone entered the room until a loud slam echoed in the kitchen. You knew who it was,one of the soldiers that had gone rouge and exiled into another camp in the same base. Rouges had been known to attack anyone or any living thing they first set eyes on while in combat, none rouge soldiers often get a warning when or if they enter an area where there are Rouges. If they choose to fight a rouge, they may be outmatched. If they choose to kill a rouge they will become a rouge as well.
You smiled when the man entered the room and sat on the floor cross legged. "Hey buddy, still being a psychopath in combat?" You said sarcastically. The Russian man rolled his eyes, groaning with annoyance. You sat next to him resting your head on his shoulder. "Come on Vadim, talk to me" you say ushering him. He turned to look at you half of his face covered in black as usual. "I accidentally dented a wall which some how was big enough to let a feral bear destroy the kitchen. The door is locked though". You sighed face palming. "Really Vadim?" With him around, many things just seem to be flawed.
