Metro 2033 - Sanda's Story

2.Time

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Time is supposed to heal us, from our losses, wounds, experiences. Everyone at some stage goes through an emotional turmoil in their heart and I know, it is difficult to accept the reality that once happened. He healed my wounds. He didn't heal them completely, but they did not sting anymore. He ensured I was better. People are there for each other. They make life easier to some point, by understanding and helping us through out it. I feel better because of him.

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Today is a normal day like always, I am scouting for resources for our camp,after such a long time being with everyone in the camp. Usually I would be with other people, but they trust me enough to know that I am skilled enough to survive in the current circumstances. I am an adult. People in "Revolution", our camp's name which resides in a base of air forces in Orsza(Orsha)Belarus, always made sure I am well protected. But recently, I closed 18 years. I am mature enough to take care of myself. I know that, yet there is that feeling of uncertainty. I felt better with other people's concern, more confident to impress them. But now, I am terrified. I am in town, in a building and for my bad luck, I am locked in a room and mutants are roaming in the hallways that connect to it. I am scared to move from my spot and I know they will hear me if I make the slightest noise, I am done for. I spot the open window, only problem being that i am at third floor and landing on my feet, will result with me having at least a broken leg. I am sitted at the floor, adjacent to an old bed. I hold my gun at the ready, in case any of them get in here.
'Thank crap, that the door is locked.'
I resume to stare at the door, at the same time thinking of a plan to get myself out of here. Over the years, the chemicals, that were used to make the bombs, apparently developed further toxins in the air and water, which made all known beings to alter into mad mutants. Dogs, cats, horses, bears, even humans. The animals are the least worry for everyone. The ones changed for humans are far more dangerous. I din not encounter any, but Olavi himself said to run for my dear life if I encounter one. There are not many of them, but they are able to kill many people at once. The sole reason why we have to have wear gas masks.

I sigh, as I cannot figure myself an escape route from my current situation.
'They must be rats. They would had found me by my smell or fear if were anything else. I can distract them but doubt all of them will run towards the noise I can make. Hmmm...'
I sigh once again, wary of the fact that they must had heard it. I once again calculate my possibilities of escape.
'Well, don't have the whole day to do nothing'.
I lift myself, careful to not make any noise. I sneakily head towards a glass bottle that lies on the floor. I grab it and retreat back to my main position. I lean on the windowsill and look out for any other mutants. I throw the bottle just far enough for each one of them to hear. I can hear the sound of running steps and low growls. I continue to stare outside, at the same time listening for other movements coming from mutants. After a while, I hear silence and see mutants to check the area where I threw the bottle.
'Splendid.'
I take advantage of my current opening. I step towards the door and softly unlock it. I keep in place, trying to pick up any movement or sound, coming from the mutants. I open the door and ready my gun. I take one step, two, three. Silence. I slowly creep towards and down for the stairs. I try my best to not draw too much attention from the rat mutants that are searching for me downstairs. Luckily they ignore the cracking noise of the stairs. Once on the ground floor, I gradually make my way towards the other exit of the building.