Thuck thuck thuck thuck thuck thuck thuck thuck!
Machine gun fire lit up the trenches through which the stalkers crawled. Tracers bounced off of the dirt above, the cracks and whips of the gunfire making it near impossible for the stalkers to hear their own thoughts.
Thump!
The sound of a mortar tube resounded through the area, a white illumination round lit up the night sky, the stalkers ducked their heads even lower. The illumination round slowly died down, the spot light followed quickly after, lighting up the trenches, the machine gun fire never stopping.
"Keep crawling stalkers! We are almost to the hole! Keep it together!" the trenchcoated man at the front of the group of stalkers shouted over the gunfire. Just ahead, there was a hole through the ground, beyond it, who knows? It was pitch black beyond two feet. The stalkers continued to crawl through the mud, reaching the tunnel finally. The trenchcoat clad stalker turned on a flashlight, the machine gun continued to thump outside, but the stalkers were finally safe. "Alright, stalkers. We're safe, for now at least. We need to keep moving, through the tunnel. At the end, is the Cordon. You'll be among more friends there, do not worry." he stopped talking, and began to crawl, "It will be morning by the time we get there!" he shouted between breaths.
After twenty minutes of crawling through the mud, the stalkers finally saw the light at the end, the morning sun just peeking over the horizon. They stood, finally, free from the confinement of the small tunnel. Limbs were stretched and yawns were had, but the stalkers were safe. From the military, that is. The trenchcoat clad man pointed behind him, "That way is Sid's place. You each might want to speak with him, he'll hook you up with work, da?" he said, turning around to walk in the direction of the town, taking his VSS Vintorez off of its place on his back and holding it tight, remaining vigilant.
"This guy seems pretty fishy to me..." one of the stalkers muttered, taking his PB1s out of its place, tucked in his waistband.
//okay guys let's go, sorry for the late start
