It will not kill you, even if it is the most agonizing duty to have.” “I wish I had brought one of my books or took down my postcards to show it to everyone.” Then he thought about something to do to kill his boredom.

Even the men around them had turned their heads to see if some act of retribution would fall upon them. He shivered at the mention of their name as not only did they inspire fear in his heart, but it felt like he was summoning a demon from the depths of Hell. “Be careful with what you hear, young man, not everything can be applicable here,” Hunter stated, “For the past couple of days, they seem to be keeping their distance and based from what I’ve heard it’s quite a change from the typical situation your comrades had with the Dark Ones.”

“Is there a way for us to actually stop them? I mean, the other stations have their ways.” Artyom replied, using his intimate knowledge on the history of the Metro. I thought it would be more like the tunnel trash that we have fought before, but this is completely different.” “Fine and usual,” Hunter answered, “Your ‘undead’ is clearly something else. For Artyom, he was just a close family friend.

Whenever others were around him, they let off this gravitas of inspiration and fear, understanding that this was someone who earned recognition. He was unlike the rest of the people here, Hunter was a Polis Ranger from the Spartan Order and had a vast amount of experience as a former soldier and stalker. The older man smiled as he raised his armored visor above his eyes and turned towards him. “Good morning, Hunter, how is sentry duty?” He found an empty chair beside him and took his seat, but like a child, he wanted to see what his thoughts about the current situation and whether his other fatherly figure could salvage the situation from complete defeat. In fact, there was someone special to him, who fought on his station’s behalf and was the senior leader amongst the defenders. It was no coincidence that Artyom took that particular position just for the tea. Even a moment of clarity can be enough in a life and death situation. It was a good thing that they were brewing some, fear had a tendency to fog the mind in terror, but Exhibition tea had the magic to magically dispel the curse. The young man took up positions on the right side of the defensive position, where several men had set up a fire pit and were cooking tea right above the flames. It was a blessing that he had people who could watch out for him in his stead. Artyom could not blame him for being so reluctant, he was a good man placed under a lot of stress that no one would want. There was also a political issue to be had since it would look terrible on him for keeping his son from fighting when others would do the fighting his stead. His stepfather, Sukhoi, did not wish for him to join the defenders, but the station’s necessity for defense took priority. He started to walk upon the ramparts to find the men take positions around sandbags and wooden palisades with walls of stakes in the front. Most of them were Soviet marines with others from the airborne however, Artyom did not comprehend what they were other than being important back in those ancient days. Most armed guards throughout the Metro were either too old or too young for sentry duty, but Exhibition Station was an exception as it was one of the few stations that had the luxury of having actual soldiers. He reached for his makeshift sub-machine gun that was slung over his shoulder as he arrived at the defensive line. The son of the station commander arrived at the four-hundredth mark - the furthest and first line of defense against the mutants that threatened them. The station was going to be fighting this threat alone. Artyom hoped there would be volunteers lining up to save his home, but his stepfather brought the realities of pragmatism and made him realize that no one was coming to help them. There were sightings of a new species of mutants in the northern territories, but those claims were dismissed by most of the Metro.

In the aftermath of the Red Line-Hansa War, the population dropped to forty thousand souls and expending ammunition and resources that would have been better used against the mutants.Īt Exhibition Station, a young sentry found a bit of irony that humans would prioritize killing each other instead of the mutants that threatened humanity as a whole. Yet, it was not enough to preserve their lives due to the rise of factions fighting each other for control of the Metro. The population of the city was a shadow of its former self where an estimated fifty-thousand fled into the safety of the Metro tunnel system. Twenty years have passed since the bombs fell upon Moscow.

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