Он уже сошел с холма, когда решился

Он уже сошел с холма, когда решился снова надеть свои ботинки и продолжить путь. Самое страшное то, что Райан абсолютно не представлял себе, как действовать дальше, выживать, искать пищу, где провести ночь, чтобы не очнуться утром в непонятном месте или не проснуться вообще. Песок закончился, на его место пришла старая, местами разобранная дорога, уводящая путников далеко вперед. Теперь молодой человек уже шел меж разрушенных домов совсем близко, некоторые из них представляли собой лишь кучу разбросанных балок и стекла. В его руке уже давно обосновался пистолет, пальцы нежно массировали курок, чтобы в нужный момент быстро спустить его. Ветра здесь практически не было, только мертвая, поддельная тишина.

Даже житель Убежища знает, насколько обманчива и непостоянна Пустошь. Достаточно одного громкого выстрела, чтобы сгустившаяся тишина была вмиг разорвана ужасным ревом проснувшихся мутантов. Они появлялись буквально из-под земли, тянули свои окровавленные когтистые лапы к горлу незадачливого путешественника и разрывали его на множество кусков, заставляя жертву биться в агонии. Смерть от мутанта – самое страшное, что можно пожелать своему врагу, ведь, пуля убивает мгновенно, а они долго специально чтобы жертва мучилась. По крайней мере так рисовали типичный день в бесконечной пустыне в школах глубоко под землей.

Райан остановился у крыльца одного из домов, опираясь на здоровую ногу, чтобы немного передохнуть. Это здание сохранилось лучше всех остальных на этой некогда людной улице. Окна были тщательно заколочены досками, будто они могли защитить жителей от приближающейся смерти. Но кто бы стал жить один, словно отшельник, в полуразвалившемся доме, вблизи пустынных территорий, где в основном обитали мутанты? Именно такими мыслями успокаивал себя молодой человек, когда решился преодолеть несколько ступенек и приблизиться к двери. Он не спеша обхватил окровавленными пальцами чистую ручку, на которой, казалось бы, не было ни одной пылинки, и начал поворачивать ее по часовой стрелке, при этом задерживая дыхание и поднимая пистолет. Момент, и Райан резко ударил плечом дверь, заставляя ту распахнуться настежь.

Молодой человек сделал шаг назад и нахмурился, увидев внутри молодую девушку, сидевшую в старом, дырявом кресле. Она была вполне симпатичной юной особой, блондинка, телосложение сложно оценить из-за ее сидячей позы. Секунду они пилили друг друга проницательными взглядами, но Райан резко направил на нее пистолет, в то время как она сделала то же самое, все произошло синхронно, словно они снимались в каком-то дешевом вестерне.

- Проваливай, - грубо сказала девушка, указывая пистолетом на дверь.

Молодой человек молчал, крепче сжимая оружие.

- Ты меня не расслышал? – Рассердилась она, медленно поднимаясь на ноги, но парень дернул оружием, и та снова опустилась на сидение. - На этом пороге сдох не один десяток мародеров, и меня никак не радует мысль о том, что скоро мне придется убирать еще один труп.

- Я не мародер, - тихо проговорил Райан, незаметно нащупывая в заднем кармане нож.

- Тогда зачем ты вломился в мой дом и тыкаешь в меня своей игрушкой?! И хватит молчать, как пришибленный.

- Лекарство, - коротко ответил он после недолгого молчания, указывая глазами на раненную ногу.

Наступила напряженная тишина, они оба пытались угадать действия друг друга, воображали, кто из них первый выстрелит. Разумеется, она не станет жертвовать своими припасами для первого встречного. И даже умирающий родственник был бы не достоин такой гигантской чести. Если люди прошлого мира, хоть и были эгоистами, но могли опуститься до сострадания, то эти озлобленные существа и не посмотрят в сторону нуждающегося. Все для себя – кредо нового существования, но разве поддержание собственной, в любой момент готовой закончиться жизни стоит уважения? Ситуация достигла своего пика, и молодой человек заметил, что изящный палец девушки уже начал давить на холодной курок, а на ее лице не было ни капли сожаления. Убийство…убийство – это нормально, в порядке вещей нового мира. Чего стоит лишить душу ее тела, ломать же легче, чем строить. Райан отпустил нож, который он собирался использовать и начал медленно наклоняться к открытой двери, не опуская руку с пистолетом. Счет уже шел на секунды, на единицы гораздо меньше, сейчас она выстрелит. И парень не прогадал. Как только брови блондинки свились, отражая ее истинные чувства, Райан резко схватил ручку двери и захлопнул ту, оставаясь снаружи и надеясь, что пуля попадет в нее и не затронет его. Курок был спущен, но выстрел не прозвучал. Молодой человек шумно выдохнул и заглянул в дом. Девушка хаотично нажимала на курок, трясла свой пистолет, обругивая пустую вещь скверными словами.

Результаты (английский) 1:

He's already gone from the Hill, when ventured refit their boots and continue the path. The most terrible thing that Ryan has absolutely no idea how to proceed, to survive, to seek food, where to spend the night, so as not to wake up in the morning in an unknown place or not wake up at all. Sand ended in his place came old, dismantled the road, uvodâŝaâ travelers far ahead. Now young people have already walked between destroyed homes just around the corner, some of them were only a bunch of scattered beams and glass. In his hand has long been settled, fingers gently massirovali pistol trigger at the right moment to quickly pull it. There was virtually no wind here, only the dead, fake. Even a resident of Asylum knows how deceptive and fickle wasteland. Just a loud shot to sgustivšaâsâ silence was suddenly broken, awful roaring awakened mutants. They appeared literally from under the ground, dragging their bloodied clawed paws to throat unlucky traveler and broke it into many pieces, making the victim struggling in agony. Death by mutant-the worst thing that you could wish for his enemy, after all, a bullet kills instantly, and they specifically to victim in pain. So at least drew a typical day in an endless wilderness schools deep underground. Ryan stopped at the front porch of a House, drawing on a healthy leg to a little rest. This building survived better than everyone else in this once-busy street. The Windows were carefully boarded up boards, though they were able to protect the inhabitants from the approaching death. But who would live one, like a hermit, in a run-down house near desert areas, where mainly inhabited by mutants? Such thoughts stilled yourself young man, when dared to overcome a few steps closer to the door. He slowly wrapped his bloodied fingers clean pen, which seemingly was not one speck of dust, and began to rotate it clockwise while holding the breath and picking up a gun. Time, and Ryan sharply hit shoulder the door, forcing TU throwing it open wide. The young man took a step back and frowned when he saw inside the young girl sitting in the old, hole-ridden Chair. She was quite pretty young special, blonde, figure difficult to evaluate due to its sedentary postures. Second they sawed each other insightful views, but Ryan has dramatically extended her pistol, while she did the same things happen simultaneously, as if they were filmed in a cheap Westerns. -Piss off, rude girl said, pointing a gun at the door. The young man remained silent, tight clutching weapons. -You didn't catch me? -Angry she, slowly rising to his feet, but the guy jerked the weapon, and she again fell on the seat. -At this threshold of more than a dozen looters went dead and I did not happy thought that soon I will have to clean up another corpse. -I am not said quietly, Marauder Ryan, groping in the back pocket knife.-Then why did you broke into my house and tykaeš′ her toy in me?! And that's enough to keep quiet, as prišiblennyj. -Medicine-short "he replied after a brief silence, pointing eyes on the injured leg. Came a tense silence, they both tried to guess each other's actions, imagined, who shoots first. Of course, she will not sacrifice their supplies to the first comer. And even the dying relative would not be worthy of such a giant honor. If the people of the past world, though there were egoists, but could fall to compassion, these disgruntled beings and do not look toward the needy. All-new creed of existence, but is maintaining its own, ready at any moment to end life is worth of respect? The situation reached its peak, and the young man noticed that a neat finger girls have already started to put pressure on the trigger, and cold on her face didn't have nary a regret. The murder of ... murder is normally in the order of things for the new world. What is deprive the soul of her body, break easier than building. Ryan let go of the knife, which he was going to use and began to slowly lean to the open door without dropping a hand with a gun. Account has already gone to a second, much smaller units, she now shoots. And the Guy didn't disappoint. Once eyebrows blonde svilis′, reflecting its true feelings, Ryan abruptly grabbed the door handle and slammed the staying outside and hoping that the bullet hit her and will not affect it. The trigger had been launched, but there was no shot. A young man gasped noisily and peeked into the House. Messy girl has pushed the trigger, was rocking his gun, obrugivaâ empty thing nefarious words.

Результаты (английский) 2:

He was descended from the hill where once again decided to put on their shoes and continue the path. The worst thing is that Ryan is absolutely no idea how to proceed, to survive, to find food, where to spend the night, so as not to wake up in the morning in a strange place, or do not wake up at all. Sand ended, in its place came the old, sometimes dismantled road Gone travelers far ahead. Now the young man was already walking among the destroyed houses quite close, some of them were just a bunch of scattered beams and glass. In his hand for a long time he settled the gun, his fingers gently massaging the trigger at the right moment to pull it quickly. Wind is almost was not only dead, fake silence. Even the inhabitant of Vault knows how deceptive and fickle Heath. Just one loud shot to thicken the silence was suddenly broken terrible roar awakened mutants. They just appeared out of the ground, dragged their bloody claws to the throat of the unlucky traveler and tore it into many pieces, causing the victim to fight in agony. Death of a mutant - the worst thing that you could wish for your enemy, after all, a bullet kills instantly, but they have long suffered specifically to the victim. At least that's painted a typical day in the endless desert in schools deep underground. Ryan stood on the porch of a house, relying on the good leg to rest a bit. This building survived better than anyone else on this once-crowded street. The windows were boarded up carefully, as if they could protect residents from approaching death. But who would ever live alone, like a hermit in a dilapidated house near the desert areas, where the majority lived mutants? That such thoughts consoled himself a young man, when decided to overcome several steps and approach the door. He slowly put his bloody fingers clean knob, which, apparently, was not a single speck of dust, and started to turn it clockwise, while holding the breath and raising his gun. Moment, and Ryan slammed the door shoulder, causing the wide-open. The young man stepped back and frowned inside a young girl sitting in an old, leaky chair. It was quite a pretty young lady, blonde, body is difficult to assess because of her sitting posture. For a moment they sawed each other's penetrating gaze, but Ryan Sharp right on her pistol while she did the same thing happened simultaneously, as if they were recorded in some cheap western. - Hit - rude girl said, pointing a gun . at the door The young man was silent, tightly clutching the weapon. - You did not hear? - She was angry, slowly rising to his feet, but the guy pulled a weapon, and she sank back into the seat. - At the threshold of the dead more than a dozen looters, and I was not happy with the thought that soon I would have to clean up another corpse. - I'm not a looter - quietly said Ryan, quietly feeling in the back pocket knife. - Then why did you broke in my house and poke me with his toy ?! And enough to be silent, how dejected. - Medicine, - he said shortly after a brief silence, glancing at the injured leg. There was a tense silence, they both tried to guess each other's actions, imagined one of them the first shot. Of course, it will not sacrifice its supplies to the first comer. And even dying relative was not worthy of such a huge honor. If the people of the past of the world, though they were selfish, but could fall to compassion, these being angry and not look towards the needy. All for themselves - the credo of the new life, but how to maintain their own, at any time ready to end of life is respect? The situation reached its peak, and the young man noticed that the finger graceful girl has already started to put pressure on the cold hammer, and on her face there was not a drop of pity. Murder ... murder - this is normal, the order of the new world. That is to deprive the soul of her body, breaking it is easier than to build. Ryan let go of the knife, which he was going to use, and slowly began to lean toward the open door, not putting his hand with a gun. The score was already on a second, much smaller units, it is now shot. And the guy has not lost. Once eyebrows blonde streaks, reflecting her true feelings, Ryan abruptly grabbed the door handle and slammed the remaining outside and hoping that the bullet hit it and not be affected by it. The hammer was lowered, but the shot sounded. Young man exhaled and looked at the house. She randomly pulls the trigger, shaking his pistol, nasty thing obrugivaya empty words.