Abramovich the Step-Daughter

Abramovich, the adopted child of Aspidov's parents who through a tragic mistake at birth was assumed to be a woman, came to in the cabin. The first thing he did was check to make sure his penis was still intact – he had an irrational fear of losing it that came from a childhood of being mislabeled as a girl. Peeking over the side of the roof after grabbing the attic supplies, Abramovich took cover as a few zombies spotted him and shot upward. He dropped to the ground through the missing boards, which hurt almost as much as the buckshot that tore into his lower back. He did his best to plug the wound as he ran to the barn and the shotgun within. It was with great relief that he came across the campfire. The three stalkers there helped him pick out the buckshot, although they didn't even offer him a bandage, before they moved on. He grabbed a battery from the busted radio at his feet, and followed them.

Hearing gunfire from the river, Abramovich rushed towards it, seeing the bullets of several stalkers rippling the water. He was just in time to witness the second of two boards being killed, with only the chance to loot one of them. He ripped off a chop of boar meat and got ready to make his excuses as to why it was okay for him to do so. Before he could introduce himself, the dog barking gave him barely any warning to the two blind dogs racing straight towards him. They took a fat bite out of his leg before being taken down by the stalkers. He cursed and again had to plug his bleeding wound as he took a chunk of dog meat and left the rest for the others. Feeling like he lost enough blood for the night, he decided to try and find a safe place to rest. He walked up to the resort hamlet, but the houses were too dilapidated to provide safe shelter. He did find the supplies there though.

Abramovich heard gunfire coming from beyond the hamlet and, against his better instincts, moved to investigate. He found a large herd of six to seven fleshes that he was soon surrounded by. Screaming in fear, he sprinted away from the chasing herd towards the gunfire and the stalkers that made it. They were shooting in the other direction from him, and he had only a moment to wonder what they fired at before they turned and fired at him instead. He took a few bullets to the chest and ran behind a rock, holding his blood-soaked sleeve to his wounds for the third time in an hour. The last thing he heard was the clink of a grenade pin being pulled and the soft plop of said grenade falling into the water beside him.

The zone has claimed another one.