Roleplay Part 3

Rodion stood at the station, waiting for the merchants to arrive. He sighed as he looked around for them. He saw his friends from the militia, children running and playing, but none of the merchants he had talked to yesterday. The nearby lamplight flickered, grabbing Rodions attention. He turned back to the station, and continued to wait.

 

I sat down in the bar, beside Steven. I sighed. "I believe I will be walking my own path from here on. The mission cannot be finished. Boris is almost dead, and Vladn and Roach are most likely too injured to keep walking. They'll have to stay here for treatment. I cannot wait for that long. After what happened in the library, I cannot stand what we would be facing next. I am greatly sorry, but I am signing out. I now have other things to attend to in the Metro. I hope you do not have any objections to that?" I said with a depressed and tired voice.

 

I heared some people discussing something nearby me. They said that they had injured people with them, and with my old medical knowledge I thought I might be of assistance. So I finished my drink, and walked to their table.
"Hey. I hope Im not disturbing you, but I couldn't help but to hear that you have injured people with you? I have some pre-blast knowledge of medicine, so I might be of use."
I cleared my throat lightly getting nervous. "My name is Michailov."

Well, Im not going with the same old character that I had before, just so you know. He have dissapeared mysteriously, and might not be seen again. ^^

 

Before Steven had any chance to object, or not to, we were interrupted by a man wanting to help us with the injured. "Greetings, Michailov. I believe our team is being treated by the station's doctor, as well as an especially qualified German doctor that we brought on our way here, so your services are not necessary or required. But for your concern, worry and kindness overfor strangers like ourselves, I will have to offer you a drink" I said as I pulled out the green bottle of laphroaig from my backpack. "Benjamin Soprano is the name I go by. Thou may call me Ben, like others do. It is pleasant to encounter you".

 

"Well I only wanted to help. You sounded as you were in... deep shit, if you know what I mean." I walked over to the bar and asked the bartender for an empty glas, and then went back to sit down with these two strangers.
"It's very nice to meet you to, by the way." I said, while I put my glas on the table so that Ben could pour up some of the liqour for me.

 

I'm not sure, but after what I can tell, I think they're German. Heard German accents in Metro several times if I'm not just mixing up between Russian and German..
I opened the bottle and filled Michailov's glass up to the edge. I took out a glass from my backpack and filled it up as well. "For progress" I said, lifted my glass slightly up in the air and rather took a nip instead of doing the usual 'bottoms up'.

 

Rodion was just about to give up when 3 men came out of the local guns store.
They walked up to him and said, "Are you Rodion, the man who signed up as the guard?"
Rodion nodded and got into the railcar with the three men.
The leader, a middle aged man wearing a baseball cap, said,"We're heading for the market station, to set up shop. Its a long trip, and your the only guard. If you need more ammo, please take some. We won't be needing the dirty rounds once we arrive at our destination". Rodion nodded again and two of the merchants grabbed the lever and started pulling. The old metal screeched as the railcar set off. Rodion pulled out his Bastard machine gun. It was the only one he could afford, thought hopefully he would be able to trade it in for a Kalash or something, assuming they managed to survive the trip.

 

"For a better future." I said, drinking up half of all the contents in my glass. I looked at the other stranger that had looked so worried.
"Well, I still haven't heard your name. If you don't mind telling me." I took another sip from my glass.

 

hey guys im going to be farely busy as i was previously so im going to end my roleplay. you can like describe that i die or something from blood loss.
I opened my eyes for a short time when i noticed a huge pain in my neck and stomach. I began to shake and shiver fearsly.

 

I was standing in the door-opening to the little room as Steven pulled the trigger on his weapon. A powerful stream of blood bursted into the ceiling, leaving a soft cloud of blood in the air. Little did anyone seem to care for the Nazi's dead body on the ground, as Steven collapsed beside Boris' lay, with the doctor looking at them both, then at me. I walked slowly over to the bunk and looked down at Boris that coughed up blood while looking back at me. I just looked at him for a while. Then I opened my mouth. "You have been a brave man, Boris Shvidchenko. You lead us through the domiciles of chaos. At last, you shall have peace, wherever thou may go. Fare well, brethren" I preached with a dramatic voice, staring into his eyes.

 

I had risen up from my chair because of all the commotion. I walked in too see what had happend and saw that Ben was standing bent over a dead body, while the other person I had just recently asked for his name was crying sitting on the bed of the dead guy, with a smoking revolver in his hand. I looked and saw that he had shot a nazi, that was lying dead on the floor. I walked over to the bungle with the dead person.
"You want me to know what he died of? Im pretty good on knowing this stuff."

 

I stepped aside, allowing Mikhailov to step closer and inspect Boris' lifeless body.

 

I took a puff on the cigarette. It wasn't the cheap shit I was used to from the other stations. They must have got it from the surface somewhere. I lost my train of thought as I glanced down the hospital hallway - a group of people had assembled around a dead body, one of them about to take a closer look at the corpse. They all looked rather sad as I walked towards them. "The nazis?" I asked.

 

I turned around at the voice of an approaching man. He seemed well-equipped. Only by the way he was standing, I could see that this was a well experienced man. "Indeed", I answered. "Though they are spreading and infecting the tunnels like parasites, one has to respect their determination and courage. They are fighting for a wrong cause, but in their eyes, it is the right cause, and they stand proud for it" I stated. Not that I honored them in any possible way.

 

The railcar made its way slowly down the metro tunnel. Rodion kept his bastard raised, keeping an eye out for nosalises. Though he would never admit it, Rodion was scared of the mutants. He had lost his cousin to them, guarding the doors to Riga. When that happened, the steel doors and assault rifles didn't seem so effective anymore. He heard a mixture of noises coming from the pipes, and something that sounded very similar to footsteps, at least something moving. Rather than panic, Rodion stayed alert just as he had been taught by his militia squadron, and looked around.

 

Sorry that i dont participate that much but i curently has lots of exams coming up and doing something with my social life, i will post some stuff but not much, sorry.
We gotten to Cursed Station and it was in a better shape than i expected, it actualy prospered, i dont know how they did it but i was realy happy that they managed it.
Cursed didnt get its name by accident it was always overrun with nossalises and anomalies which caused lots of casualties, i was part of the stations security, we where called The Reapers. It consisted of mostly ex-spetsnaz soldiers that banded toghether to protect what was left of our families and friends, but when some of us started to die because of the attacks we where weakend but we kept protecting cursed with our lives.
One day we where attacked countinuously by hordes of nosalies which tarred through our ranks and killed many civillians, we wouldnt of have made it if the ghosts did not intervene, former friends of mine as well as family which killed most of the nosallises and protected our home.
I was back in Cursed in the hospital, due to my injuries, sleeping in the bed when i suddenly woke up because of a gunshot i just heard, my equipment was right beside my bed so i grabbed Spike and ran through the door on the oposite side of the room where i heard the gunshot. Entering the room i saw the nazi dead on the ground shot my Steven, his gun was smoking, and i asked "What happened?", seeing the everyone is looking at Boris i though of the worst, slowly walking towards his bed i noticed he is not moving, "Is he dead?" i asked.