'Dear Diary' I am Alex Herman, in the field I go by "Cross". I've been hired by a Private Military Company named "USEC". We have been sent to Russia to prevent the authorities from uncovering any dirt on 'Terragroup Labs'. No clue who these guys are, but damn they seem shady. Even to us.
Everything seemed so simple at first, merc any person close to TG's business and cover up any evidence of their illegal work. But damn, things went so far that the russian military got involved.
Not only have they blocked most exits outta this hellhole, but this place is riddled with looters and savages, not to mention russia's proxy forces "BEAR". These guys are geared to the teeth, as if they are preparing for World War 3, but I digress, our mission here is lost. Command has left us to rot here and I also heard rumours about a squad of USEC operators opening fire at a bunch of TG employees. No clue if that is true, but I really don't care, my priority is getting out of here, regardless what it will cost.
Luckily, I have found a wrecked bomb shelter, my new home, and even tho this place is identical to a junkyard just underground. It's warm and big enough for a decent hideout.
It's gonna take a lotta time to get all this trash out, but I know it is going to be worth it in the end... Hopefully.
Well, this is it for today, I'll start cleaning out my new hideout. Cross out.
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A PMC's diary.
FanfictionA little story about a PMC (Private Military Contractor) that is trying to survive and get out of a warzone. This story is purely fictional. It is based on the game 'Escape From Tarkov' which is made by Battlestate Games.
