[center][h2]Nikolai[/h2][/center][hr][h3][color=forestgreen]глава один[/color][/h3] [i](Chapter One)[/i]
[indent]Walking amongst the burnt out remains of vehicles and the bones of the dead always reminded Nikolai of the near sickening silence that engulfed the city. His boots made soft thuds as he trudged along the roads that once held thousands of people. He found himself remembering the days before and often about the soldiers he had slowly watched die one by one, all the while awaiting his own death. Since he had reached New York and began his new unofficial job as the looter for the Havens, he had been prepared for death. As he walked, he peaked into the cars left in decent condition and even one humvee that had been caught in traffic. In the backseat he found an M16 magazine that had 3 5.56 rounds in it. No good for his AK but he pocketed them anyways. Spending the time to fully ransack the humvee would only be time the infected could discover him, so he continued on towards the small safehouse he had built for himself on the top floor of a nearly ruined apartment building. His grumbling stomach bothered him slightly and before he knew it, he was rounding the corner to a grocery store he passed several times before. He stopped for a moment and sighed looking at the packed shelves and knowing that the place was packed with edible food.. and at least 20 infected. It was the place that he had been closest to death in a long time. Another sigh and he wandered on back to his journey "home".[/indent]