A soldier got lost in the Zone for a few days. Uniform is ripped and dirty, hungry as hell, running out of ammo… basically getting desperate. Then, hey, couple of Stalkers on the horizon. He runs up to them:
Friends, comrades, brothers… please help! Stalkers say -That’s interesting. At the check point on Cordon it’s all “Bastards” and “animals”, and now it’s “friends” and “brothers”, yeah?
A military officer interrogating a stalker.
Do you admit that while been drunk you tried to sneak out of the zone, in the area of the military checkpoint 12, carrying unregistered firearm and items forbidden for export out of the zone? Stalker is getting tired, he’s been interrogated like this for 3 hours so…
Yes I admit it. I was DRUNK. If I was sober I’d never try to pass so close to you bastards.
*At the base a loose brick got dislodged from the roof of the building. Hit some guy and killed him. The crowd assembled and started complaining…
No one cares… old stuff is falling apart… no one's fixing anything… Just too many dangerous buildings now days… a man can’t walk the street without a brick falling on him. Then someone looks closer
Hey, that’s not a man, that a Zombie. A crowd’s complaining…
No one cares… monsters everywhere… no one is doing anything… Just too many zombies around now days… a brick can’t fall without hitting one.