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Artyom Chyornyj   Russian Federation
 
 
A wise man once said, 'He who leads a war for the love of his fellow man dog, will defeat his enemies.'
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I was born in Moscow. But I remember nothing of that time. I was just an infant when the old world was destroyed in the flames of nuclear fire. I, along with 40 thousand others, were saved by retreating to the Metro stations deep under the city.

Now, 20 years had passed, and going up into the embrace of an endless winter was left to a few brave souls. The Metro was our home, and our fortress against the nightmarish mutants who roamed the tunnels. Still, we never gave up hope that we would return to the surface.

But one day, a new threat appeared... and we found ourselves in a war to determine the very existence of our species...


When asked how it all started, I always tell that it began that day when we went to the Botanical Gardens. We—meaning yours truly and two of my friends.

Whose idea was it to visit the abandoned station? Who persuaded the others to go? I always tell them that I don’t remember. I always lie. It is a safe lie, for there’s no way to ascertain the truth. Both Vitali and Eugene are dead now.

The massive airlock doors shrugged and opened with a grinding sound, opening a road to hell for us and a road into the Metro for the demons.

But, in fact, it all started that day when Mother said we should take a walk in the Botanical Gardens… and go there by the Metro! I remember how we took a short escalator to the surface, how we exited a spacious glass pavilion and saw a street buried in green. I remember the small clouds moving across the limitless sky, and soft, cool wind on my face. Mother bought me an ice cream… That was the last time I tasted it. That day, humanity was executed.

The righteous and the sinful were called to be rendered according to their deeds. And we hid from God’s sight in the Metro. And we were saved from His wrath. And He apparently decided that flushing us out wasn’t worth the trouble. Then He went about his business or, perhaps, died. While we stayed on this used up and discarded Earth and continued just going with it… Going nowhere.

I remember so many random, unnecessary things… Yet I don’t remember the most important one: my Mother’s face. She died very soon after the war started… How I wish I could recall her face! The way she looked at me. The way she whispered that I have nothing to fear. I’d sell my soul just to recall that. I’d do that any day, any time. And I did.


I still remember life before the War. I remember that we used to be different, used to live up there, on the surface. We used to be the masters of the whole world. We built gigantic cities of glass and steel, we crossed oceans at will, and we also conquered the skies. There used to be seven billion of us. We were not born for life in the tunnels. I was born to breathe fresh air and I remember it!

The seven billion were wiped out by the Last War. Only fifty thousand managed to survive underground, with the Surface poisoned, burnt and teeming with horrible monsters. One day the radiation on the surface might subside, and our grandchildren or their grandchildren might be able to return there. At least, that's what my brothers-in-arms from the Order believe.

Basically, there was no hope for us right off the start. Still, we, humans, are just too bad at surrendering. We tried to make the best of what we had, we banded together and worked to make the Metro our new home. After all, it might well be the only place left on Earth for humans to live.

For a time, we thought we could make it... But, regrettably, the War didn't kill our bad habits. In the relative safety of the tunnels, corruption festered, and when danger came from above the ground, only a few of us stood against it, our numbers dwindling by the day.

But I remember we were born for a better life, and I can't accept that I'm destined to grow old and die underground. I don't care if I'm called an idiot, but if even a single shard of the old world still exists out there, I have to find it. Between endless years of hopeless existence and even a single moment of hope, I must choose hope. I must find that signal!
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[red] HUH 16 Jan, 2023 @ 6:15am 
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320 26 Sep, 2022 @ 9:27pm 
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[red] HUH 26 May, 2022 @ 11:49pm 
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✪ Namttam 8 Feb, 2022 @ 8:30pm 
This piece of trash wallhacks on CSGO
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