METRO 2033: The Gospel According To Artyom. - Plot & Excerpts
I take them off my mask's visor and release them – the bags, re-united with the wind, float away like jellyfish. No actual animal lives here – not the regular ones, nor the radiation-adjusted mutants. Not a single living blade of grass or a leaf for kilometers around… It's just soot and melted iron, ashes and concrete rubble around here. Should the wind bring any seeds here, they, after falling onto this cursed soil, would simply wither and never even get a chance to sprout. Even the plastic bags stopping here for a bit of rest don't stay long and soon continue their aimless migration. I come here every day and I've long since lost count of the days I spent here. I don a heavy hazard suit, put on my gas mask, take my weapon and start my climb up the escalator. At first people used to see me off with unusual stares, a mix of condescension, admiration and mockery.
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