It’s a massive complex, with armed men patrolling constantly – something tells me they have bigger problems than just the dogs if they need this much firepower. The dogs are obviously a plague and a menace, judging by the number of corpses at the checkpoint.Īfter making sure I’m not a canine sneakily walking on my hind legs, they let me past. It would cost me far too much ammunition to continue playing, so after picking off a few of them I admire a dangling body before crossing the makeshift moat and heading towards what counts as civilisation in this part. They started toying with me after that, charging towards me in groups of two or three, only to peel away if I was paying attention enough to fire some bullets in their general direction. After he fell the dogs scattered at the sound of my gun firing. I unloaded a clip into the crowd, but the poor arsehole never had a chance.
It had been chewing at a corpse a little further up the road, but there was still an intact box of ammo on the body.įurther on a Stalker was surrounded by a pack of the mutant animals. Vicious bastard took three bullets to the skull before he went down. Now I’m heading to the Bar, because sometimes art imitates life, and sometimes video games imitate life too.Īnother one of those man-faced dogs greets me when I enter the greater Bar area. Last time, I came out of the ground beneath Chernobyl, like Jesus coming back from the dead as a radioactive zombie, then proceeded to kill a battalion of soldiers.
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