День 3Солнце ласковыми лучами проби

День 3
Солнце ласковыми лучами пробивалось сквозь дырявую дверь сарая, в котором Райан решил остаться на ночь. Он только что проснулся и непонимающе оглядывался, его мысли постепенно прояснялись. Вчерашняя ночь до сих пор не оставляла его, предсмертные крики отдавались в ушах, а на руках ощущалась вязкая кровь, хотя она уже давно стерлась. Райан посмотрел в дальний угол, где лежали два больших рюкзака, набитые разными вещами. Охота увенчалась успехом, хотя для этого пришлось отправить на тот свет две заблудшие души.
Пустошь окончательно “решила” изменить молодого человека в далеко не лучшую сторону. Если буквально вчера он убивал, чтобы выжить, то последние смерти доставили ему удовольствие. Райан начинал пугаться самого себя: неужели его предназначение – отнимать жизни? Неужели в нем всегда жил жестокий убийца, а Пустошь лишь дала ему ключ от запертой двери?
Райан поспешил отбросить эти угнетающие мысли – он все еще дышит, а это сейчас самое главное. Молодой человек приподнялся, чувствуя уже родную боль в спине, потянулся за рюкзаком и вынул свою новую одежду. Теперь его вид уже больше походил на тот, которым обладали закоренелые жители пустыни. Мешковатые коричневые штаны в сочетании с темной курткой делали его практически незаметным на дальних расстояниях. Запасов теперь было много, к арсеналу добавился автомат, а пустующее место заменил новый крепкий нож. Молодой человек оделся, но перед выходом решил осмотреть свое временное убежище, так как ночь у нее на это не хватило сил. Обшарив практически все маленькое помещение, он не нашел ничего полезного, но вдруг его взгляд упал на старый кусочек бумаги, одиноко лежащий на кухонной тумбе. Он аккуратно взял его в руки и развернул, в следующий миг пробегая глазами по содержанию:

“Увидимся в Мегатонне в полдень. Не опоздай, иначе пропустишь все веселье. Я договорился с Мариарти о халявной выпивке. Твой П.Д.
P.S. Выйди к старым помойкам, которые некоторые называют домами, там лежит табличка. Иди туда, куда она указывает. Не опоздай!”

Глаза молодого человека сверкнули – вот оно, долгожданное спасение. Как бы не была сильна его привязанность к Пустоши, ежедневная опасность его не привлекала. Так быть может, в городе он найдет себе безопасное место? Возможно, там, наконец, начнется его новая жизнь? Райан начал размышлять: почему бы не устроиться там на мелкую работу, выходить за ворота, чтобы охотиться, разжиться местными деньгами, а позже купить дом где-нибудь на окраине и позабыть обо всем? В голове молодого человека возник образ величественного поселения, размерами сравнимого с самим Убежищем 101, защищенного крепкими стенами, где каждый житель имеет свою индивидуальную роль и живет для того, чтобы ее отыгрывать. Он смял бумажку в кулаке и выкинул ее, поднимая рюкзак и выходя на улицу.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Day 3The Sun basking in lobbying holed door shed, in which Ryan decided to stay for the night. He just woke up and looked blankly, his thought gradually identified. Yesterday's night still didn't leave it, cries echoed in his ears and on his hands there was a viscous blood, although it has long since worn off. Ryan looked at the distant corner, where lay two large backpack filled with different things. The hunt was a success, although it had to send to the two lost souls. Heath finally decided to "change a young man in far from better. If just yesterday he killed in order to survive, the last death brought him pleasure. Ryan started out scared himself: is it intended to take lives? Does it always lived a brutal killer and a wasteland only gave him a key to the locked door? Ryan hastened to discard these depressing thoughts-it still breathes and is now the most important thing. A young man sat up, feeling already native pain in the back, reached for a backpack and pulled out her new clothes. Now it already looked more like the one that had the hardcore desert dwellers. Baggy brown pants coupled with a dark jacket made it virtually undetectable at long distances. Stocks now, there were many, was added to the arsenal machine and empty place replaced the new sturdy knife. A young man dressed, but decided to explore before their temporary shelter since the night on her it was not strong enough. Almost all Obšariv small room, he found nothing useful, but suddenly his eyes fell on an old piece of paper lying on the lonely kitchen cabinet. He gently took him in hand and spun, in the next instant his eyes on the content: "See you in Megatonne at noon. Don't be late, otherwise miss all the fun. I arranged with Moriarty on the halâvnoj of booze. Your Pd P.s. Go to the old pomojkam, which some call the houses, there lies a plate. Go to where she pointed. Don't be late! "The young man's eyes sparkled-here it is, the long-awaited recovery. No matter how strong his attachment to the wastelands, daily danger it is not attractive. So maybe he will find himself in a safe place? Perhaps there, finally, will begin his new life? Ryan began to wonder: why not get there for a small job, extend beyond gate, to hunt, to get some local money, and later buy a House somewhere on the outskirts and forget about everything? At the head of a young man emerged a majestic image of the settlement, size comparable with the Sanctuary 101, protected by strong walls, where everyone has their individual role and lives to defend it. He crumpled up a piece of paper in his hand and rolled her picking up a backpack and staying at home.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Day 3
Sun gentle rays streaming through the barn door full of holes, in which Ryan had decided to stay for the night. He just woke up and looked around blankly, his mind gradually brightened. Yesterday night still did not leave him, the dying screams echoed in his ears, and hands felt sticky blood, although it has long worn off. Ryan looked into the far corner, where there were two large backpack full of different things. Hunting was a success, although it had to send to the light the two lost souls.
Heath finally "decided" to change the young man in a far better way. If just yesterday he killed to survive, the latter's death brought him pleasure. Ryan began to be afraid of himself: Is its purpose - to take away life? Is it always lived a brutal killer, and Heath gave him a key to the locked door?
Ryan hurried throw these depressing thoughts - he's still breathing, and this is now the most important thing. The young man stood up, feeling already home back pain, reached for the backpack and pulled out her new clothes. Now his appearance no longer resembled the one that had hardened residents of the desert. Baggy brown pants combined with a dark jacket made ​​him virtually invisible at long distances. Stocks were now a lot added to the arsenal of machine and empty space replaced by a new strong knife. The young man was dressed, but before leaving decided to explore their temporary shelter, as the night in her is not strong enough. Searched almost all the small room, he did not find anything useful, but suddenly his eyes fell upon an old piece of paper lying alone on the kitchen cabinet. He carefully picked it up and unfolded in the next moment, running his eyes over the contents: "See you at noon Megaton. Do not be late, or you miss all the fun. I agreed with Mariarti khalyavnykh about drinking. Your PD PS Come to the old dumps, which some call the houses, there is a sign. Go to where it points. Do not be late! " The young man's eyes sparkled - here it is, the long-awaited recovery. No matter how strong was his attachment to the Heath, daily danger of not attracted. So perhaps, in the city, he finds a safe place? Perhaps there is, finally, begin his new life? Ryan started thinking: why not get out there on the fine job, go through the gates, to hunt, to get hold of local money, and then buy a house somewhere on the outskirts, and forget about everything? At the head of a young man there was an image of the majestic settlement, the size comparable with the very Vault 101, protected by strong walls, where each resident has their individual role and lives in order to win back her. He crumpled the paper in his fist and threw it, picking up a backpack and going outside.

Результаты (английский) 3:

day 3the gentle rays of пробивалось through broken barn door, in which ryan decided to stay for the night. he just woke up and непонимающе looked back, his thoughts slowly прояснялись. last night still don"t leave him dying screams have stayed the same in the ears, and hands were sticky blood, although she already does. ryan looked at the corner, where there were two big bag full of different things. hunt was a success, although it had to dispatch two lost souls.wasteland finally "decided" to change the young man is not a good way. if just yesterday he killed to survive, the last death gave him pleasure. ryan started to fear itself: is it the end of life? is it always lived a cruel killer, and wasteland only gave him the key to the locked door?ryan rushed to the oppressing of thought is he still breathing, that"s the most important. the young man man pulled himself up, feeling is a pain in the back, reached for his backpack and pulled out his new clothes. now it looks more like the one that had the inhabitants of the desert. baggy brown pants, combined with a dark jacket made him virtually invisible to the distances. stocks now has a lot of, to the arsenal of the machine and an empty place is replaced, a new strong knife. the young man dressed up, but before we go to look at their temporary refuge, that night she is not strong enough. обшарив virtually all the little room, he found nothing useful, but then his eyes fell on an old piece of paper lying on the kitchen тумбе lonely. he carefully picked him up and started running, next moment, eyes on the content."i"ll see you in мегатонне at noon. don"t be late, or you will miss all the fun. i have мариарти on my free drink. your p.d.p.s. go to old garbage, which some call the houses, there is a sign. go where, she said. don"t be late! "the eyes of the young man you flashed your - it is a salvation. no matter how strong his attachment to the badlands, the danger has not. so perhaps in the town, he finds a safe place? perhaps, finally, to begin his new life. ryan started thinking: why not take on odd jobs, out of the gate to come, get the local money, and then buy a house somewhere on the outskirts of and forget about everything? in the young man"s head was the size of settlements, comparable to the refuge 101 to secure strong walls, where each person has their individual roles and lives in order to win. he crushed out a piece of paper in her fist and throw