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METRO 2033

DMITRY GLUKHOVSKY

Orion
www.orionbooks.co.uk
Dear Muscovites and guests to our capital!

The Moscow metro is a form of transportation which involves a heightened level of danger.
- A notice in the metro
CHAPTER 1
The End of the Earth

Whos there? Artyom - go have a look!
Artyom rose reluctantly from his seat by the fire and, shifting the machine gun from his back to his chest, headed towards the darkness. He stood right at the edge of the lighted area and then, as loudly and threateningly as he could, he clicked the slide on his gun and shouted gruffly, Stop! Password!
He could hear quick, staccato footsteps in the darkness where moments ago hed heard a strange rustle and hollow-sounding murmurings. Someone was retreating into the depths of the tunnel, frightened away by Artyoms gruff voice and the rattling of his weapon. Artyom hurriedly returned to the fire and flung an answer at Pyotr Andreevich:
Nope, no one came forward. No response, they just ran off.
You idiot! You were clearly told. If they dont respond, then shoot immediately! How do you know who that was? Maybe the dark ones are getting closer!
No... I dont think they were people... The sounds were really strange... And the footsteps werent human either. What? You think I dont know what human footsteps sound like? And anyway, when have the dark ones ever run off like that? You know it yourself, Pyotr Andreevich. Lately theyve been lunging forward without hesitation. They attacked a patrol with nothing but their bare hands, marching straight into machine-gun fire. But this thing, it ran off straight away... Like some kind of scared animal.
All right, Artyom! Youre too smart for your own good. But youve got instructions - so follow them, dont think about it. Maybe it was a scout. And now it knows how few of us are here, and how much ammunition theyd need... They might just wipe us out here and now for fun. Put a knife to our throat, and butcher the entire station, just like at Polezhaevskaya - and all just because you didnt get rid of that rat... Watch it! Next time Ill make you run after them into the tunnel!
It made Artyom shudder to imagine the tunnel beyond the seven-hundredth metre. It was horrifying just to think about it. No one had the guts to go beyond the seven-hundredth metre to the north. Patrols had made it to the five-hundredth, and having illuminated the boundary post with the spotlight on the trolley and convinced themselves that no scum had crossed it, they hastily returned. Even the scouts - big guys, former marines - would stop at the six hundred and eightieth metre. Theyd turn their burning cigarettes into their cupped palms and stand stock-still, clinging to their night-vision instruments. And then, theyd slowly, quietly head back, without taking their eyes off the tunnel, and never turning their backs to it.
They were now on patrol at the four hundred and fiftieth metre, fifty metres from the boundary post. The boundary was checked once a day and todays inspection had been completed several hours ago. Now their post was the outermost and, since the last check, the beasts that the last patrol might have scared off would have certainly begun to crawl closer once again. They were drawn to the flame, to people...
Artyom settled back down into his seat and asked, So what actually happened at Polezhaevskaya?
Although he already knew this blood-curdling story (from the traders at the station), he had an urge to hear it again, like a child who feels an irrepressible urge to hear scary stories about headless mutants and dark ones who kidnap young children.
At Polezhaevskaya? What, you didnt hear about it? It was a strange story. Strange and frightening. First their scouts began disappearing. Went off into the tunnels and didnt come back. Granted, their scouts are completely green, nothing like ours, but then again, their stations smaller, a lot less people live there... well, used to live there. So anyway, their scouts start disappearing. One detachment leaves - and vanishes. At first they thought something was holding them up - up there the tunnel twists and turns just like it does here... Artyom felt ill at ease when he heard these words. And neither the patrols, nor those at the station could see anything, no matter how much light they threw at it. No one appeared - for half an hour, then for an hour, then two. They wondered where the scouts could have gone - they were only going one kilometre in. They werent allowed to go any further and anyway, they arent total idiots... Long story short, they couldnt wait to find out. They sent reinforcements who searched and searched, and shouted and shouted - but it was all in vain. The patrol was gone. The scouts had vanished. And it wasnt just that no one had seen what had happened to them. The worst part was that they hadnt heard a sound... not a sound. There was no trace of them whatsoever.
Artyom was already beginning to regret that he had asked Pyotr Andreevich to recount the story of Polezhaevskaya. Pyotr Andreevich was either better informed, or was embellishing the story somewhat; but in any case, he was telling details of the sort that the traders couldnt have dreamed, despite being masters and true enthusiasts of story-telling. The storys details sent a chill over Artyoms skin, and he became uncomfortable even sitting next to the fire. Any rustlings from the tunnel, even the most innocent, were now exciting his imagination.
So, there you have it. They hadnt heard any gunfire so they decided that the scouts had simply left them - maybe they were dissatisfied with something, and had decided to run. So, to hell with them. If its an easy life they want, if they want to run around with all kinds of riff-raff, then let them run around to their hearts content. It was simpler to see it that way. Easier. But a week later, yet another scout team disappeared. And they werent supposed to go any further than half a kilometre from the station. And again, the same old story. Not a sound, not a trace. Like theyd vanished into thin air. So then they started getting worried back at the station. Now they had a real mess on their hands - two squadrons had disappeared within a week. Theyd have to do something about it. Meaning, theyd have to take measures. Well, they set up a cordon at the three-hundredth metre. They dragged sandbags to the cordon, set up machine guns and a spotlight - according to the rules of fortification. They sent a runner to Begovaya - theyd established a confederation with Begovaya and 1905 Street. Initially, October Field had also been included, but then something had happened, no one knows exactly what - some kind of accident. Conditions there had become unliveable, and everyone had fled.
Anyway, then they sent a runner to Begovaya, to warn them that, as they said, trouble was afoot, and to ask for help, should anything happen. The first runner had only just made it to Begovaya - and the people there were still considering their answer - when a second runner arrived at Begovaya, lathered in sweat, and said that their reinforced cordon had perished to a man, without firing a single shot. Every last one of them had been slaughtered. And it was as if theyd been butchered in their sleep - thats what was scary! But they wouldnt have fallen asleep, not after the scare theyd had, not to mention the orders and instructions. At this point, the people at Begovaya understood that if they did nothing, the same story would begin in their neck of the woods as well. They equipped a strike force of veterans, about a hundred men, machine guns, and grenade launchers. Of course, that all took a bit of time, about a day and a half, but all the same, they dispatched the group to go and help. And when the group entered Polezhaevskaya, there wasnt a living soul to be seen. There werent even bodies - just blood everywhere. There you go. And who knows who the hell did it. I, for one, dont believe that humans are capable of such a thing.
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