Prologue
I live in a world in which there is no tomorrow. There is no place for dreams, plans, hopes... Feelings give way to instincts, and most important of them tells to survive. Survive at all cost. - Metro 2034, Dmitry Glukhovsky.
The whole world lies in ruins, mankind are on their edge to extinction. Those who survived were really lucky. Was it luck? We saw how our loved ones died. We were left alone, drowned in our own memories. The weapons which were meant to defend us was used against us. The man, who was an authority for many, had became the cause of this whole disaster. Apparently, he survived and is hiding somewhere in the underground. Many people are looking for him... to kill him and avenge those who died by his negligence. He didn't secure his toys enough, terrorists stole them and then... then there was nothing. There are only ashes and still burning ruins, piles of bodies, irradiated zones, death... Yes, death consumed a lot of souls that day. Missiles were hitting everywhere. I used to think that such things happen only in the movies. Who we blame? - you ask. Yes, I also think it was all his fault. I also wish his death. We blame Tony Stark.
Once I was a soldier. I joined the Army together with my best friend, Steve. We were in the same division, only we survived the catastrophe. Miraculously. I lost my hand. The rocket struck close to us, I had no idea what was happening. Someone found us. A group of people. They saved us. They gave me a metal arm as a prosthesis, still can't get used to it. Is it heavy? - you ask. No, it's not. But I have hard times to control my own strength. After the accident I didn't want to talk to anyone. From time to time I'm going insane, falling into a wild rage. When I close my eyes I see cities full of life, soldiers playing football in the courtyard. Shared meals interrupted by obscene jokes. And then it all breaks down, loud bang, air full of smoke. Buddies with whom I recently drank vodka, dies on my hands. How much I wished it never happened. There is no return to the past, that life will never come back, it's lost forever.
Still I keep close with Steve. We live together in a small hideout. He helped me to recover, now he's engaged in the production of drugs and poisons. He do anything to pull away thoughts of present time. How about me? - you ask. For some time I was stealing, then killing. This new world is cruel, you can't be merciful. You can't expose your weak points. What matters is survival. Trust no one and you should be fine. I managed to steal a helm Xerra Inclusion . Do you know what is this? It's a helm which takes you to the virtual world. Something like Matrix. Have you ever seen the movie? It takes us to the past, to the busy cities where people used to be happy. It takes us to worlds that we create. This is our escape, our drug. Nobody wants to live in the present world. Fate's irony. Helm was created by Stark. He killed our world, but before he did it – he gave us the virtual one. As if he had foreseen everything. I hate him. I swore to myself that I'll find him. And when I'll find him – I'll kill him.
Today, we will see the sun in flames
Total wast, washing on the wild way
Today, everything we thought will change
And this life will never be the same again
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