Tarkov- The Rogue

Chapter 3- From Bad to Worse

One USEC stood on top of a building.  A radio array sat at his feet and he held up an antenna to try to get a signal, all while the others stood on watch.  "God damn thing," the radio operator muttered to himself after being met with more static.  Suddenly, a voice cut through the static in russian.  "Shit, Nielson get over here its russian," said the operator.  Nielson put on a pair of headphones and began listening.  "Its an army frequency," said Nielson.  "What're they saying?" asked Knight.  "Something about civil unrest, evacuations, oh fuck," said Nielson in a suddenly panicked tone.  "What?" asked the radio operator.  "They've blockaded the region, in the span of 4 days border walls have been set up, we're trapped in here," said Nielson.  "Can't be, they won't let this happen," said Knight.  "Too late Knight, it already has, the day the EMP happened, NATO agreed to work with Russia to blockade the region, no one is coming for us, we're trapped here," said Nielson. 

As they days went by, things truly went from bad to worse.  Bandit gangs or "scavs" as the locals called them, were becoming more widespread.  Building to building, stash to stash, Knight hated this game of leap frog.  They weren't achieving anything and they sure as shit still had targets on their backs.  FSB and a new enemy, BEAR, were combing the streets for any USEC pockets that might be out there.  The radio was of little help as they hadn't been able to get in contact with other USEC's or any other friendly force.  Their first idea was to approach and surrender at the border wall but this plan was cut short when they witnessed a lone scav wander too close to the wall and get sniped by an unseen gunman.  Abandoning these thoughts, Knight opened a can of "Tushonka" beef stew and chewed on the cold, chewy, oily, fatty beef.  

The next gloomy day set upon them.  Morale was at an all time low, the food was worse than the MRE's they usually ate, and the long-term effects of abandonment were becoming clear.  Just as they were preparing to move, they heard a noise on a lower level.  "Cover, now," hissed Nielson.  The USECs all prepared a hasty perimeter.  Suddenly, a door busted open and 4 BEAR's stormed in firing their rifles.  Knight and the others fired back, taking out 2 BEARs.  The other 2 rushed the radio operator and shot and killed him.  Nielson fired back and took out 1.  The last BEAR attempted to run away but Knight savagely pursued him.  All he could see was red, all rational thought had left his body.  

Eventually Knight came to, breathing heavily.  He looked up at his comrades who all had the same shocked look on their faces.  Confused, Knight looked to his left and saw the bloody mess that was once the BEAR.  He looked at his hands and found not just his knife covered in blood but his hands and forearms.  "Knight, what the fuck did you do?" asked one of the USECs.  Words were failing Knight.  He didn't know what to say.  He had gone beyond the call of duty and everyone knew it.  Suddenly, he heard a rifle action slam into battery.  He turned around, confused, to see the barrel of a rifle pointed at his head by Nielson.  "Go, go now Knight," said Nielson.  "Nielson, wait, hear me out man," said Knight.  "No, go, we don't have room for psychopaths here, our job is to get out, not mutiliate people," said Nielson.  The angry feeling was returning to Knight.  His blood was boiling.  He had saved them and now they're making him leave?  No.  If he was leaving, they were all leaving.