Each of the bodies has rope tied around their wrists, some their ankles as well.
Looking at the pockets, none of them appeared to have any weapons. Not even a pocket knife. They must have been either confiscated or stolen.
I check the pulses on a few of the bodies.
Nothing.
A man sticks out to me, sporting a light blue and white striped shirt with a nametag which reads, "Григорий"
Boris rushes to the man's body and checks his pulse.
Nothing.
I tap Boris on the shoulder, "Нам нужно двигаться и начать грабить припасы. Я не умру здесь, как эти парни."
Nothing.
Instinctively, out of a chilling panic running through my head, I reach over to Boris's neck to feel for a pulse.
Nothing.
I back away as Boris stares unblinking at the man on the floor. His head cocks to the side and tears begin to fall from his face.
I watch, terrified.
I wrench my head away and force myself to look for supplies on the shelves.
The crying echoes off the walls of this dead place.
A plastic bag of some questionable blini and another bag of garlic cheese lay next to it.
I move down the aisle, keeping my eyes down and focused on the shelves.
A trash bag filled with empty cans and plastic bottles.
None of those are of any use to us.
This time turning the corner to be greeted by more shelves as I maintain my fixed gaze.
A cheap tin of canned preserved meat.
I place my bag on the ground and unzip a small hole in the top, so nothing comes spilling out. Cramming the can in, I cut my finger on a small chip in the rim of the can.
The fleeting mild pain distracts me for a second. I relish the brief escape from the torment of this hell into a world consisting of only a cut on my finger.
The escape doesn't last long. The cold quickly numbs over the pain, and my escape vanishes.
I look over at Boris and lean my bag against the wall. My nerves wanted to get out of this place. I cautiously walk over to Boris's side while looking around for any threats.
I place my hand on his shoulder one more time, "Давай камрад, нам пора двигаться."
His head slowly turns to face me. His eyes tearful and shot red with rage, "Хуй тебе. Иди на хер."
My next words get caught in my throat. The world in front of me becomes blurry and my eyes begin to sting.
I turn away and walk back to my bag, slumping down against the shelves.
The noise doesn't matter. I'm just gonna cry now.
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Battle of Monetsk (RU dialogue)
Aksi(ENGLISH TRANSLATED VERSION COMING WHEN IT'S DONE FOR NOW JUST USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE) The blockade was put up only three days ago. Now people are being executed by the hundreds every minute. Almost everyone has tried to leave and disappear before the...
