Do not learn anything and learn some do not want to ...
Keane's seen enough American or a roof tear off of greed ...
Did you tell him about the anomaly, he told you about the swag ...
To think about anything except the attendants do not want to ...
While gut the branches do not scatter ...

The taste of blood. Shoulder ache. Three of us.
On the fourth of the quad has long wolf howl.
Behind the Red Lele. In the soul of a demon.
Resurrected fear of dead silence of these places.
Endurance test, a surge of adrenaline.
Geiger echoed in the brain gives a crash.
In the eyes of all the dark - there are around darkens
It can not be a release, [bad word] more
General waste. Cold sweat [bad word]  the platoon.
The wind picks up scraps of land in the eye. Everybody stop!
But it's too late, both stuck in an anomaly.
Less than a second - two bodies, I barely survived.
Now there's three minutes to find shelter.
I remember a kilometer from here we saw the plant.
Apparently, the area does not admit so close to the spectators,
But Monolith draws to itself all the new visitors.
 [bad word]  Walk through the pain,
I would wait,
When the rain to subside,
See a clear sky.

The sky in convulsions, through the rain rvus I
Feeling the taste of metal, not feeling the pulse.
Outing for the artifact - it's time for a fact.
I get to live with this launch.
Traders did not appear, skunk, leaving only a map.
I climb back into the mouth to the electromagnetic quantum.
Again, these creatures, they only will let ...
And so it turned into a necropolis this Klondike.
lousy day to die for the sake of money.
X-rays on genes hews zone, melts the skull.
Turn came up and the muscles tug on the hill.
In the mist I see the remnants of the feast.
The [bad word] torn to pieces, the second - with no legs.
Obviously handmade walking pathologies.
In the squalid ammunition, glassy face.
Dive into the raid on the pockets, now without principles.
Through the prism of fog probivatsya sun.
What's in them: and, vodka, good from strontium.
Stop, Little, Special Forces, and my AK was not loaded. [bad word]  that's slazhal, but I'm a stalker with experience ...
It's not hard - to break the jackpot on the second.
I stand up, dragging out of his pocket knife, in passing shot ...
I do not remember, but he was or was not ...
And I always dreamed of seeing a clear sky ...
 [bad word] 2 times.

Recently I have not seen Arrow. Maybe he was killed? No, it can be. He climbs out of any scrape. He's all right. Well, let's go, it's time for dinner. I know it's important to you than the fate of an old friend ...