5 Chapter 4: First kill of many
Alex POV:
"10, 11, 12, 13, 14 and.... 15, agh my arms", after waking up from a long sleep, I tried to exercise for a long time in my life and my arms feel sluggish after a small exercise that consists off jumping jack and push up, I have to get stronger if I want to survive and able to carry more stuff back to my hideout.
I wipe all of my sweets away with rags and prepare my breakfast on the portable stove, today the menu is meat stew and water..... Again, I sigh at eating Tushonka for the third day in Tarkov, which makes my stomach hurt from eating canned food all day, "I need to find different food than this".
I look down at the meat stew and proceed to eat it anyway, Ignoring the protest from my stomach from eating too many canned goods, I force myself to finish the meat stew and wash it down with water.
"ah that's the spot", I put the bowls near the kitchen area, and then looked at the unused generator that sitting below the ventilation system, with so much work to be done I picked up the manuals and began to install the generator into the ventilation.
After an hour of reading the manual, while putting the corrugated hoses into the ventilation system and figuring out how I could connect the wires and cables to the generator, I finally finished installing the generator with a proud face, "It's finally done, man I think I have a talent for being a fast learner, imagine learning Russian with just a dictionary and using it to read the Russian based manual to installed the generator, never thought I can manage to do that in one day", I wiped the sweat from my forehead and looked at the newly installed generator that ready to get used for my hideout illumination, "Now, I only have to find fuel for the generator and more lightbulbs to light up the place", with how little lightbulbs I have in my stash, I need to find more before this place can be light up.
I go towards my stash of items and prepare my gear for my next loot run, my new plan for today is to find more lightbulbs and diesel for the generator, not only that, but I need to find a map or GPS to understand my current location if I want to explore further than just the city.
After I put my armor vest and chest rig on, I put the MP-443 pistol in my back pocket as a backup weapon, and sling the AK on my back ready to go for another raid, as I go outside from the hideout, I choose a different path than the usual manhole cover I used to go out and pick a long way of tunnels path on my left and walking even further to the heart of the city, after an hour of walking, I got outside of the metro system into the surface.
I look around and see the place more look like a battlefield where everything is destroyed and on fire, I keep going through the road until I hear someone talking nearby, I collect my courage and walk towards the sound.
when I passed the wall on my right, I saw 2 scavs talking to each other while one of sitting on the hood of a car and the other one brandishing his AK to the sitting scav, walking towards them they noticed my presence and stopped talking with whatever conversation they had.
I waved my hand and spoke to them with the most broken Russian accent ever, "(in Russian) Hello friend", I smiled awkwardly at both of them.
After a long pause both of them looked at each other and laughed hysterically at me, their action makes me confused as f*ck, 'Do I say something wrong?'.
As I wanted to speak again, one of them started to speak to me, "You need to learn more before you understand how to talk russkiy lad".
The shock of him suddenly speaking English made me embarrassed, but the realization that they knew I was not from around here made me wary and scared, my hand twitched to reach my AK to defend myself.
One of the scavs seeing my twitchy hand and panicking demeanor began to calm me down from my mind, "Woah relax Mal'chik, we are friendly".
he slung his gun away and the other scav that was still on the car hood put his gun beside him, " Long from home aren't you?".
I nervously tell them the truth, "Y-yeah I'm not from around here", he shrugged at my response up from the hood of the car,
"yes, I know from how you speak", he extended his arm for a handshake and introduced himself.
"My name is Ivan and beside me is Nikolai, nice to meet you lad", I hesitantly extend my hand and shake his hand.
"My name is Alex nice to meet you both", he nodded at my response and withdrew his hand from me, he then offered me some help.
"Well Aleksy, me and Nikolai want to go towards the center of the city, want to hitch along with us?", with no other choice I agreed to go along with them.
On the road, three of us walked along the street while I looked around to look for stuff I could bring back to the hideout, while on the journey Ivan and Nikolai told me that because Tarkov was on lockdown and no government enforcing the law, the place is filled with criminals or thugs roaming the place and make a gang for their self.
He told me that I'm lucky to have met them because other scavs are not that lenient with a tourist like myself and will shoot me on sight, they said the locals hate tourists, especially the PMC from USEC and BEAR because they are the ones started this whole mess in Tarkov.
So Ivan warned me not to walk towards random scavs and talk to them before I could speak Russian clearly, I nodded at his warning and tried not to make the same mistake again.
While on the road, I asked Ivan some questions about how I could sell and buy stuff around this part, he told me that there was a guy called Fence who would buy random stuff from me and sell some stuff I needed if I had the rubles for it, he told me that he can be found on the metro system near the interchange.
After an hour of walking we arrived at the location, the three of us pathways, and wished the both of us good luck, going inside the place I saw a lot of Scav hanging out there and some of them selling stuff near the corner of the place.
Looking around at the market, I found a map of Tarkov and a bulky military GPS in the corner of my eye, I began to try to barter that Map and GPS with my limited Russian words, but after a long talk with the trader, he agrees that he will take all things I found on my previous walk with Ivan and Nikolai.
Seeing I had the GPS in my hand, traveling around Tarkov without being lost eased my mind a lot, I put the GPS in my pouch and the map in my duffle bag and proceeded to go back to the street after I had enough browsing the market.
when I passed a group of scav I heard one of them talking about helping a mysterious force to attack some docking area and after they finished they could loot everything in there, hearing this I ignored them and continued going outside the place.
After a long walk from the flee market, I arrived at the street of Tarkov again, like usual I searched the building complex there to find lightbulbs and more stuff for the hideout, the thing I found:
1. 3x Can of Dr. Lupo's coffee beans
2. 1x pack of Marlboro cigarette
3. 1x Water filter
4. 1x 42 Signature Blend English Tea
5. 6x Light bulb
6. 1x big Jerry can
7. 1x water hoes
Dropping my duffle bag on the table, I put everything inside the bag except the Jerry can that I will carry on hand after I finish organizing stuff inside the duffle bag.
With everything inside the bag, I want to pick up the bag and go back to my hideout, but before I can sling my duffle bag suddenly a sound of loud step comes rushing me from behind, I look back in panic and see a drugged up scav coming onto me with a knife rushing into me.
I try to unsling my AK to protect myself but the scav tackled me to the ground instantly, feeling the scav holding me down he swing his knife into my chest, "(In Russian) Die you B*tch", a sudden adrenaline and fight or flight respond kick in, I block the incoming knife with my hand and hold it in place.
The knife almost hit my chest but the scav kept pushing it onto me, without any hesitation I held the knife with one hand pulled my handgun with my other hand from my pocket, and pulled the trigger at the scav abdomen, 3 shots can be heard throughout the building.
The scav threw up blood from his mouth onto my face and the force of the knife slowly lost its strength, then the scav died on top of me, forcing me to remove his body and crawl away on my back from the lifeless Scav in front of me.
I remove my balaclava away and wipe the blood from my face, when I see the blood on my hand, I begin to tremble in fear, 'O-oh god, i-i killed someone', the experience of killing someone broke my mind in shamble, seeing the lifeless eye of the scav when he dying stuck into my mind forever.
The feeling of guilt, shame, and fear come washing into my mind, all this day, living in Tarkov I forgot the simplest rule of all to survive this hellhole, [kill or to be killed], knowing that I'm just a civilian and not a battle harden PMC like the game, this experience is so daunting for me that I forget to breathe.
But a sudden sound of steps makes me go out of my chaotic mind in an instant, hearing a dozen people coming to my location because of the gunshot, I rush to get up and grab everything including the Jerry can off the table.
I pass the dead scav on the floor and slowly peek my head around the room door to see my current situation.
As I looked at the hallways outside the room, a bullet grazed my cheeks, almost hitting my face, "(In Russian)There he is, kill him!!!", more gunfire and bullets heading towards my location, I took a deep breath and shoot them back with my AK.
With no experience with guns whatsoever, I blind-fire them in full auto on the corner of the door, the recoil of the gun makes my bullet go everywhere in the hallway, this makes the scavs take cover and stop their fire.
Knowing this I rushed outside the room and ran for the exit, the scav began to shoot again almost hitting me on the leg, and with the adrenaline still rushing in my body, I never stopped running towards the metro system.
After an hour of running and scanning for more threats, I finally arrived in my hideout with a ragged breath, I dropped everything and removed my gear at the doorway floor in a rush, the adrenaline slowly diminished and
My body feels tired and weak from all that running and fighting.
I drop my body towards my bed and try to forget what just happened back then, my first kill makes me keep remembering that lifeless eye staring into my soul knowing this is not my last time killing someone if I want to survive.
Forcing myself to sleep, my body and mind slowly getting relaxed, waiting for the next day to come and handle my current emotion tomorrow.
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[Current gear]
Helmet: None
Armor vest: PACA soft armor vest
Chest rig: WARTECH TV-109 + TV-106
Primary weapon: stock AK 103
Secondary weapon: MP-443
Backpack: Duffle bag
Outfit: grey Adidas tracksuit, dark green cargo pants, white sneakers
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A/N: hey guys, Author here, sorry if I take a long time to finish this chapter, I have a lot of stuff to do currently and can't finish this chapter fast enough, I hope you guys enjoy my works and gave me some idea for the fanfic, on the next chapter I want Alex meeting one of the traders in Tarkov, so I make a poll who you want to meet first :
1. Prapor (Daddy mustache)
2. Therapist (MEDIC!!!)
3. Skier (The capitalist)
4. Ragman (Fashion enthusiasts)
5. Mechanic (The philosophical Nerd)
6. Fence (Emo)
The poll will end in 2 days so see you guys next time, cya :3
