He was a good stalker

He was panting. The danger was threatening his life under the shadow of chernobyl. He was bleeding because of his wounds and his clothes were torn apart. His little flashlight could've helped him in this endless night, but it was broken now. He was seeing nothing but darkness, just like a blind man. The wild mutated dogs were following him from behind. They  just wanted to kill him brutally. Was this the end of his road? Maybe he will never see center of the Zone. Maybe the room of wishes didn't accept him.

He was thinking about giving up but suddenly an orange colored light appeared in his look. The light was very far but he was getting closer to it. Now he could hear sound of a guitar too. He was a good stalker. There was no reason to get rejected from the Zone. He shouted with all his life for help. Some people answered his call from a distance with their flashlights. They came closer and started shooting at those mutated dogs. Immediately he noticed that the dogs are getting away from him. He increased his running speed and, despite all his wounds, rushed to the light with a smile on his face. Maybe the room of wishes just accepted him. He was a good stalker.