The Terror of Tarkov

Chapter 3: Fluffy company

By all means she never did find out what was going on.

From her scuffle with Rhodes Island, to her failed escape attempt, waking up here, that sniper she killed, everything. To say she was confused was like saying water was wet.

Only upside was that she had a sick new gun now, something she managed to identify as an MPX Submachine Gun.

Shoulder her assault rifle and grunting under the combined weight of the grenade launcher, rifle and the backpack she got off the dead sniper. W set off, exploring around the apartment for anything of note, her eyes peering through room after room as she kept her guard up, expecting the sniper from earlier to have friends laying around.

But there wasn't. Satisfied with this, she set about exploring the apartment floor, going from door to door and exploring the rooms. Some were locked, some were open and some were barricaded from the other side. W only managed to find a few bags of snacks and drinks laying about, her useful item (in her opinion at least) being a Glock 17 sidearm she managed to find a briefcase under some couch in one of the rooms.

After a while she decided to leave the apartment, not a moment to spare as she could see a group of three walking towards the apartment she was in, each of them carrying guns. Mostly SMG's and bolt action.

Deciding it wasn't worth the risk and that fighting would probably attract more, she left through the back door after running down the stairs.

Closing the door behind her, she frowned and quickly thought about where to go next before settling for the north.

Unslinging her rifle and humming to herself, the sarkaz woman set off north, her orange colored irises scanning the windows and buildings all the while humming an old war tune.

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'This is boring' she thought to herself as she continued to walk, her mind already coming up with ways to try and pass the time.

Stopping on the sidewalk and going into an alley so as to not be seen. W tied her shoelaces after noticing that they were coming undone.

Once she was done, she was about to get back to it before noticing the sky had an orange hue, meaning one thing.

"Fuck, it's getting late." she cursed to herself, looking around before spotting a door with a sign above that said 'выход', W knowing enough Ursun to know it translated to 'exit'.

Walking up the small steps, she turned the knob and opened the door before shutting it behind her. W being met with a small break room with a microwave, table, several chairs and a fridge.

'A break room?' she thought to herself curiously, picking up a coffee mug off the table and looking inside at the brown murky liquid, now probably stale by now.

Shaking her head, she set the mug down and walked to the door in front of her before opening it.

The first thing she noticed were bookshelves. Lots and lots of bookshelves with...well books on them.

'Looks like I'm in a library.' she thought to herself. This was good, library meant books, books have information, information means she could find out where the hell she was.

Walking out of the break room, She saw several signs hanging overhead all throughout the library from 'math', 'science', and 'economics' to 'English', 'Sci-fi' and 'history'.

'History, that's what I want." she muttered and walked over to the section labeled 'history'.

"Let's see here..no...no...'history of Russia' no, aha here, 'Modern day encyclopedia'. This might be useful." she talked to herself, grabbing the book along with another labeled 'history of the world by Bill Wurtz'.

Turning on her heel, W walked back to the break room, or well she would've had she not seen several books fall off a cart followed by a large shadow darting across the room.

Dropping her books and panicking, she dove into cover behind a bookshelf and unslung her assault rifle, flicking the safety off as adrenaline started pumping into her bloodstream.

Mentally weighing her options, W slowly peered over, trying to get a good look at where the person might've gone before she saw a shadowed mass hiding behind the nearby bookshelf.

Wanting to get a better shot in, W rushed over to where it was, her gun swinging around the corner, eager to put this little shit down.

And was instantly met with a furry, goofy face staring at her.

"Wait what?" she asked aloud, pausing upon seeing an honest to god dog staring at her.

The first thing she noticed was that it was large. Larger than a small child, hell it probably came up to her hip. The next thing she noticed was its black colored fur and brown colored eyes.

Lowering her gun, she kneeled down, wanting to get a good look as she held her hand out. The dog got up with a small 'aruf' before walking over and sniffing her hand.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, noticing the tag on its leash before gently grabbing it and reading it to herself.

"Guiness...where's your own girl?" she asked the dog as if expecting an answer.

Guinness just tilted her head at the sarkaz woman before starting to lick her face, making W gag.

"Ok ok, that's enough for you." she gagged and got up before walking back to her original location and picking up her dropped books. W looking behind and noticing that Guinness was following her.

"Hey, no, you gotta leave." she said firmly, Guinness merely sitting down and staring at her.

W for her part frowned before getting an idea.

"Hey, you want to play fetch?" she asked the dog, making it perk up and causing her tail to wag happily as W held up a book as if it were a ball.

"You wanna play fetch?" she asked again, making Guinness whine and stare at the book.

"Get it." she said and threw the book, Guinness barking before chasing after the book.

"Heh, sucker." she chuckled and grabbed her books before walking to the breakroom to stay for tonight.

At least she would have had she not heard the pitter patter of small feat.

Turning around once more, she was met with Guinness who dropped the book onto the floor, its contents covered in slimy wads of dog spit and making W grimace.

"Hey, you need to go, I can't have you following me." she told the dog softly and pushed her away, hoping to get her to leave.

Guinness merely whined and stared at her pleadingly, making W debate on whether or not she was heartless enough to leave a dog to wander the city streets.

"...oh damn it, fine you win." she sighed, making Guinness bark happily and trot over to her new master.

Sighing to herself once again, W walked to the backroom with her fluffy companion following after.

Once inside, W shut the door, putting a chair under the knob so as to barricade it before doing the same with the exit door.

Once she was certain she was safe, she ripped open a bag of potato chips she found inside the cupboard before opening the book she found and began to read its contents.