Голод трепал меня все сильнее. Сгры

Голод трепал меня все сильнее. Сгрызя всухую лапшу, я решил провести ревизию всего, что у меня было. Убегая из Убежища, я успел захватить лишь один не распакованный еще со времен нашего с папой переезда в новый сектор рюкзак. И то, забыл совершенно про него, руки сами как-то схватили. Этот рюкзак я так и не открывал, потому что там находились всего лишь мои старые вещи: бейсбольная бита, мяч и перчатка кетчера нашей команды (ну, как-никак, я был тренером!), пневматическое ружью, подаренное мне отцом и Джонасом и коробка шариков для стрельбы к нему, смятая довоенная бейсболка, запыленный комикс «Грогнак-Варвар» - подарок Аматы (да будь она неладна!), папка с рисунками юности и коробка мятных леденцов. Плюс ко всему, на мне была кожаная куртка Буча, которую он мне всучил, счастливый до идиотизма за то, что я спас, убегая из Убежища, его мать от радтараканов. От холода она, по крайней мере, частично сумеет меня защитить, да и то не факт.

Вечерело. Ветер все чаще поднимал с земли сухую пыль, разбрасывая ее в разные стороны. Нещадно палящее солнце почти ушло за горизонт, на смену ему медленно, но верно приходил ночной холод. Надо было идти. Вот только куда?..
Я поднялся по дороге, уводящей меня от Спрингвейла. Попутно пристрелил двух гигантских муравьев, потратив еще два патрона. Да, я метко стрелял, попал обеим тварям точно в голову, благо тренировка на пневматике Джонаса, подаренной на десятилетие, наконец-то пошла в дело. Но, впервые увидев таких крупных тварей, я, извиняюсь, охренел. Адреналин ударил в голову, и я едва сумел зять себя в руки.. Эти-то были покруче радтараканов, которые теперь казались мне едва ли не домашними зверушками.

Конечно, я понимал, что на поверхности мои открытия не ограничатся мутировавшими насекомыми, но впечатление, полученное уже через два часа после выхода из Убежища, сказалось на мне. Я медленно брел, крепко сжимая пистолет с последним единственным патроном, оборачиваясь на каждый шорох и пугаясь в сумерках едва ли не собственной тени, и едва не был подстрелен рейдером. Чумазый, весь перепачканный в земле, тощий парень в оборванной одежде с ружьем с воплем выскочил буквально из ниоткуда и открыл по мне беспорядочный огонь. Я заметался на одном месте, чудом увернувшись от первых пуль, и с перепугу забыл о том, что у меня есть еще одна, последняя пуля. Промах, разумеется, стоил бы мне жизни, но от беспорядочной пальбы этого психа, я не мог даже и подумать о том, чтобы прицелиться. Зигзагами, прыгая с камня на камень, словно выплясывая на выжженной изрезанной трещинами земле какой-то дикий танец, я с истошным воплем, совершенно забыв о конспирации, понесся прочь. Убегая, я попутно успел поскользнуться и обмакнуться в грязную (и явно радиоактивную!) лужу, раз пятнадцать спотыкнуться, и вломиться в сухой мертвый, но от этого не менее колючий куст. Свою пулю я, разумеется, получил, на мое счастье всего лишь в правую икру. Рухнув на землю, я перевернулся на спину, чтобы хотя бы взглянуть в лицо своей бегущей за мной и вопящей в неистовстве смерти. Что-то очень яркой и болезненно слепящее на миг промелькнуло у меня над головой, а в следующую секунду рейдер… исчез. Точнее, конечно, не исчез. Его тело на долю мгновения замерло в пространстве, а затем рассыпалось светло-серым прахом. Я, крепко стиснув зубы от пульсирующей боли в икре, приподнялся и обернулся.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Hunger ruffled me harder. Sgryzâ dry noodles, I decided to conduct an audit of all that I had. Escaping from the asylum, I managed to grab only one not unpacked since our dad move into a new sector of the backpack. And then forget completely about him, hands themselves somehow grabbed. This backpack I never opened because there were just my old things: baseball bat, ball and glove catcher of our team (well, after all, I was the coach!), pneumatic gun, presented to me father and Jonas and a box of balls for firing toward him crumpled pre-war baseball cap, dusty Grognak comic book barbarian "-gift Amata (yes she damn day job!), a folder with images of youth and a box of mints. Plus, I had a leather jacket that I bucha, vsučil, happy to idiocy for what I saved, escaping from the asylum, his mother from radtarakanov. From the cold she at least partially able to protect me, and even then it is not a fact. It was late at night. Wind is increasingly raised from the Earth dry dust, throwing her in different directions. Mercilessly scorching sun almost went beyond the horizon, to replace him is slowly but surely came the night chill. We had to go. That's just where? ...I walked up the road, taking me from Springvejla. Along the way, shot two giant ants, spending another two cartridges. Yes, I got both shot aptly creatures accurately in your head, the benefit of exercise on pneumatics Jonas presented for the Decade, finally went into action. But, for the first time after seeing such large creatures, I'm sorry, ohrenel. Adrenaline kicked in the head, and I barely managed to son-in-law.. These were quite steep radtarakanov, which now seemed hardly household animals. Of course, I understood that on the surface of my discoveries beyond the mutated insects, but the impression received within two hours after leaving the Refuge, had an impact on me. I slowly trudging, tightly clutching the gun with the latter the only patron, turning around at every rustle and now in fear at dusk is hardly its own shadow, and was not shot Raider. Grimy, the whole perepačkannyj in the ground, skinny guy in tattered clothes with a gun with a shriek literally popped out of nowhere and opened indiscriminate fire on me. I darted in one place, miracle uvernuvšis′ from the first bullet, and in fear forgot about that, I have one last bullet. Boner, of course, would cost me my life, but from the indiscriminate firing this psycho, I couldn't even think about how to aim. Zigzag, jumping from rock to rock like vyplâsyvaâ on the scorched earth cracks rugged some wild dance, I helped with a shriek, completely forgetting about the conspiracy, floated away. Running away, I managed to slip in passing and obmaknut′sâ in the dirty (and apparently radioactive!) puddle times fifteen spotyknut′sâ and snatching dry dead, but no less thorny Bush. Its bullet I certainly got my happiness just right. Had collapsed to the ground, I rolled over on my back, to at least look into the face of his running after me and vopâŝej in this madness of death. Something very vivid and painfully blinding moment flashed over my head, and in the next second Raider ... disappeared. More precisely, of course, has not disappeared. His body to share moments frozen in space, and then dispersed light gray ashes. I firmly clenching teeth from pulsating pain in the calf, sat up and turned around.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Hunger ruffled me stronger. GNAWED dry noodles, I decided to conduct an audit of all that I had. Fleeing from the vault, I managed to grab only one not unpacked since the time of our move to the Pope in a new sector backpack. And then, completely forgot about it, the hands themselves once arrested. This backpack I have not opened because there were just my old things: baseball bat, ball and glove catcher of our team (well, after all, I was a coach!), Air rifle, a gift from my father, and Jonas and box balls for shooting him, crumpled prewar baseball cap, dusty comics "Grognak Barbarian" - a gift Amata (yes God damn it!), a folder with images of youth and a box of mints. Plus, I was wearing a leather jacket Bucha, he lectured me, happy to idiocy because I rescued, escaping from the vault, his mother from radtarakanov. The cold is at least partially able to protect me, and that is not a fact. It was getting dark. Wind is increasingly raised from the ground dry dust, scattering it in different directions. Mercilessly scorching sun almost gone beyond the horizon, to replace him, slowly but surely came to the cold night air. He had to go. That's just where? .. I went up the road, escapist me from Springvale. Along the way, he shot two giant ants, spending another two cartridge. Yes, I shoot straight, both creatures was just in my head, the benefit of training on pneumatics Jonas donated a decade, finally went into action. But, for the first time seeing such large creatures, I'm sorry, ohrenel. Adrenaline hit in the head, and I barely managed in-law herself .. These were once abruptly radtarakanov, which now seemed to me there is not hardly household little animals. Of course, I realized that on the surface of my discoveries are not limited to mutated insects, but the impression, resulting in two hours after leaving the Vault, it affected me. I walked slowly, clutching a pistol with the latter the only patron, turning on every rustle and frightened at dusk perhaps his own shadow, and was nearly shot raider. Grimy, all bedraggled in the ground, a skinny man in ragged clothes with a gun screaming popped out of nowhere and opened indiscriminate fire on me. I was swept up in the same place, miraculously dodged the first bullet, and fright forgot that I still have one last bullet. Slip, of course, would have cost me my life, but from indiscriminate firing of a psycho, I could not even think about how to aim. Zigzag, jumping from stone to stone, as if scorched rugged vyplyasyvaya on cracked earth a wild dance, I was heart-rending cry, completely forgetting about the conspiracy, ran away. Running, passing, I managed to slip and dip into the dirty (and obviously radioactive!) Pool, just fifteen spotyknutsya, and break into the dry dead, but no less thorny bush. I was his bullet, of course, got on my happiness is just in the right calf. Crashing to the ground, I rolled over on his back, to at least look into the face of his running after me and screaming in a frenzy of death. Something very bright and painfully blinding flashed for a moment over my head, and the next second raider ... disappeared. More specifically, of course, it does not disappear. His body is to share moments frozen in space, and then scattered light gray ashes. I clenched teeth throbbing pain in the calf, got up and turned around.