It had been several hours since i dropped from the plane, having no idea where i was, i stopped walking to gather my bearings. Looking around i spotted a nearby barn, inside i noticed several piles of hay stacked on top of eachother, all were covered in what looks like blood. My curiosity reaching its peak, i cautiously crept over to the large wooden doors. Raising my pistol to my shoulder, i looked inside. It was indeed a horrific sight, bodies hung from the ceiling, dripping blood onto the concrete floor. After looking inside some more, i noticed a large pile of random clothing, tins of food and drink and several boxes of ammunition. After taking inventory of the stash, i lifted my leg over one of the bodies on the floor, Suddenly there was a quiet yet audible click from behind me.
"Я должен застрелить вас прямо сейчас вы иностранные собаки"
I turned around to see an old man, clad in leather clothing and gripping a double barrelled shotgun, aiming directly at my head. His expression clearly showed he wasn't interested in tea and cupcakes.
"Me no speak russian! No russian!" i yelled in panic.
"Брось пушку, сделайте это!" He motioned towards my gun, then to floor.
"Ok! ok!" I lowered my pistol slowly towards the ground.
The old man's expression changed into that of a malicious smile.
"Не следовало сюда приходить вам кусок Ши-" His sentence was cut short when his head had almost literally exploded into a cloud of red and pieces of shattered bone.
Watching the old man's now lifeless corpse drop to the floor like a sack of lead bricks, i noticed another man behind a tree, holding what looks like a hunting rifle. Looking closer i saw he had a red beret sat atop his bald head and he wore woodland camo clothing. He motioned me over, i complied, picking up my gun, i jogged over to him and crouched next to the tree.
"It was lucky i found you, that man has killed tourists like you since even before the outbreak" He said in a thick Russian accent. "Come, the zed's must've heard that shot" he began to walk over to a nearby pick-up truck.
"The name's ivan, yours?" He said holding his hand out.
"Jack.." i said, grasping his hand and firmly shaking it.