NOTE: This is a shot at a genre I'm not really skilled at. Constructive criticism is highly welcomed.
He stumbled into the field and almost suffered a horrifyingly lethal electrocution at the hands of an anomaly. It may seem amateurish to the experienced stalker but he, himself, was a veteran to the Zone. As well as a veteran drinker.
His detector, an old (and sometimes malfunctioning) Veles, had marked at least two artifacts in the field. However, the corridor leading to that field was highly irradiated (as with most anomaly fields). By the time the Geiger counter had ceased its endless ticking, he could feel his stomach boil (at least, that's what most stalkers would usually say).
He checked his backpack… and contemplated.
"Meh," he shrugged, "a few bottles wouldn't hurt." After all, they weighed him down despite unloading on some extra shells into a few blind dogs. And a psuedodog. And three zombies. Whom he had later looted.
Thus, three empty bottles were scattered around as the veteran stalker marched through the field seemingly deaf to frictional warnings of the electricity all around him.
Getting the artifacts wasn't much of a problem. Getting out, however, was rather difficult. In his heavy inebriety, he swooned forward and dropped his detector. There was a spark and the device was thoroughly fried.
"Shit," he gurgled.
Everything was turning into different colors now. He felt so light yet so heavy. It was probably the damn guns. Why did he even loot the guns in the first place? Oh, right, they were good enough to be sold. Were they? Anomalies aren't supposed to move, right? Then why is the ground swaying like a belly dancer? Damn! Why is the world fucking with him right now?
He stepped on something soft. Something foul began to penetrate his nose. Wait… how did that smell get through the gas mask? Oh, right. He didn't wear one.
There was the familiar growl. It was enough to make him jump. He clumsily yanked the Franchi off his back and wildly fired off a round. The recoil knocked him down making the pseudodog effectively miss its target… and land in an anomaly.
It yelped and died in the burst of energy. He got up and smiled. Sucks for that freak… now where is that smell coming from? Sure, he hadn't had a bath in months but he really wasn't that bad right? Is wading in swamp water considered bathing?
God, he really wanted to pee! He staggered to his feet and zipped open his fly hole. It took him three minutes… to unzip, that is. His suit didn't have a built-in waste container like the SEVA or the Exoskeleton. So he had to go through three layers of polycarbonate plates, thickened Kevlar, and interior protective padding to finally get a feel for his underwear… that he wore, unwashed, for a month… which wasn't unusual in the Zone.
Once free, he unloaded. Flipping off an anomaly field with one hand and holding the artifact with another is one thing. Pissing on an electric anomaly, however, is entirely different.