Like some kind of scared animal.’ ‘All right, Artyom! You’re too smart for your own good. But this thing, it ran off straight away. They attacked a patrol with nothing but their bare hands, marching straight into machine-gun fire. Lately they’ve been lunging forward without hesitation. What? You think I don’t know what human footsteps sound like? And anyway, when have the dark ones ever run off like that? You know it yourself, Pyotr Andreevich. If they don’t respond, then shoot immediately! How do you know who that was? Maybe the dark ones are getting closer!’ ‘No. No response, they just ran off.’ ‘You idiot! You were clearly told. Artyom hurriedly returned to the fire and flung an answer at Pyotr Andreevich: ‘Nope, no one came forward. Someone was retreating into the depths of the tunnel, frightened away by Artyom’s gruff voice and the rattling of his weapon.
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 he’d heard a strange rustle and hollow-sounding murmurings.
METRO2033.COM DMITRY GLUKHOVSKY ‘Who’s 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 dark- ness.
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