Dmitry Glukhovsky - Metro 2034 English fan translation (v1.0) (docx) by Dmitry Glukhovsky
Authors: Dmitry Glukhovsky
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they knock me unconscious?”
He wondered and held the back of his head.
“No that was me. I had to knock you down, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able get you out of there in your panic.
You could have hurt me”
Finally Hunter loosened his iron grip, stood up stiffly and moved his hand to his officer’s belt where the Stetschkin hung. On the other side hung a leather box and Homer didn’t know what its function was. The brigadier opened it and took out a flat messing bottle. He shook it, opened it and took a deep sip without asking Homer if wanted one too. How he had closed his eyes for a second, it run down cold Homer’s back: His left eye hadn’t fully closed.
“Where’s Achmed? What happened to him?” Homer remembered and he felt cold.
“He’s dead.” His answer almost sounded indifferent.
“Dead.” Homer echoed mechanically.
The moment the giant hand ripped the hand of his comrade out of his he kne No living being could escape its grip. Homer had just been lucky that the Nagornaya hadn’t chosen him. The old man turned around again. He still couldn’t believe that Achmed was gone forever. He stared at his hand, it was scraped and bloody. He hadn’t been able to hold on to him. He didn’t have the strength.
“He knew that he would die.” He said silently.
“Why did they take him out of all of us and not me?”
“There was still life in him.” Answered the Brigadier.
“They feed on human life”
Homer shook his head. “That isn’t fair. He had small children. So many things that hold him here … Well held him here … But I have been looking for those for eternity …”
“Would you eat moss?” Hunter cut off Homer and ended the conversation with him pulling Homer back onto his feet. “We got to keep moving. We’re late”
While Homer ran behind Hunter he tried to figure out why he and Achmed had ended up at the N agornaya . Like a flesh eating orchid the station had clouded their mind with its miasma and lured them back in. But they hadn’t turned around a single time, that much was sure for Homer. So he started to believe in the distortion of space in the tunnels now,
like those simple minded comrades of his on guard duty. The solution was a lot easier. He stopped and slapped himself on the forehead: The connecting track! Some hundred meters behind the Nagornaya there was a track for trains to turn around. It turned around at a sharp angle and that’s why they were following the wall blindly had reached the parallel track and then when the wall suddenly disappeared, ran back to the station.
So much for magic! But there was still another thing that needed an explanation. “Wait!” He yelled after Hunter.
But he just continued to march forward as if he was deaf, so the old man had to catch up to him while breathing heavily. When he had caught up to the Brigadier he tried to look him into the eyes and said: “Why did you leave us to our fate?”
“Me you two?”
There was a sarcastic tone in his emotionless, metallic voice. Homer bit himself on his tongue. True, it had been him and Achemd that had ran from the station and left the Brigadier alone with the demons …
The more Homer thought about how raging and helplessly Hunter had fought at the Nagornaya the more he realized that the inhabitants of the station hadn’t accepted the
fight that Hunter had tried to force on them. Out of fear? Or had they seen him as a part of the family?
Homer gathered his courage – there was only one question left, the hardest one of all. “At the Nagornaya … Why did they ignore you?”
Several minutes passed; Homer didn’t dare to ask again. Then Hunter gave him a short, almost inaudible and grumpy answer: “Would you eat tainted flesh?”
The beauty of the world will redeem you. Her father had once said jokingly.
Sasha had put the colorful teabag back in the pocket of her jacket with a red face. The small quadratic plastic hull that still had a faint aroma of
He wondered and held the back of his head.
“No that was me. I had to knock you down, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able get you out of there in your panic.
You could have hurt me”
Finally Hunter loosened his iron grip, stood up stiffly and moved his hand to his officer’s belt where the Stetschkin hung. On the other side hung a leather box and Homer didn’t know what its function was. The brigadier opened it and took out a flat messing bottle. He shook it, opened it and took a deep sip without asking Homer if wanted one too. How he had closed his eyes for a second, it run down cold Homer’s back: His left eye hadn’t fully closed.
“Where’s Achmed? What happened to him?” Homer remembered and he felt cold.
“He’s dead.” His answer almost sounded indifferent.
“Dead.” Homer echoed mechanically.
The moment the giant hand ripped the hand of his comrade out of his he kne No living being could escape its grip. Homer had just been lucky that the Nagornaya hadn’t chosen him. The old man turned around again. He still couldn’t believe that Achmed was gone forever. He stared at his hand, it was scraped and bloody. He hadn’t been able to hold on to him. He didn’t have the strength.
“He knew that he would die.” He said silently.
“Why did they take him out of all of us and not me?”
“There was still life in him.” Answered the Brigadier.
“They feed on human life”
Homer shook his head. “That isn’t fair. He had small children. So many things that hold him here … Well held him here … But I have been looking for those for eternity …”
“Would you eat moss?” Hunter cut off Homer and ended the conversation with him pulling Homer back onto his feet. “We got to keep moving. We’re late”
While Homer ran behind Hunter he tried to figure out why he and Achmed had ended up at the N agornaya . Like a flesh eating orchid the station had clouded their mind with its miasma and lured them back in. But they hadn’t turned around a single time, that much was sure for Homer. So he started to believe in the distortion of space in the tunnels now,
like those simple minded comrades of his on guard duty. The solution was a lot easier. He stopped and slapped himself on the forehead: The connecting track! Some hundred meters behind the Nagornaya there was a track for trains to turn around. It turned around at a sharp angle and that’s why they were following the wall blindly had reached the parallel track and then when the wall suddenly disappeared, ran back to the station.
So much for magic! But there was still another thing that needed an explanation. “Wait!” He yelled after Hunter.
But he just continued to march forward as if he was deaf, so the old man had to catch up to him while breathing heavily. When he had caught up to the Brigadier he tried to look him into the eyes and said: “Why did you leave us to our fate?”
“Me you two?”
There was a sarcastic tone in his emotionless, metallic voice. Homer bit himself on his tongue. True, it had been him and Achemd that had ran from the station and left the Brigadier alone with the demons …
The more Homer thought about how raging and helplessly Hunter had fought at the Nagornaya the more he realized that the inhabitants of the station hadn’t accepted the
fight that Hunter had tried to force on them. Out of fear? Or had they seen him as a part of the family?
Homer gathered his courage – there was only one question left, the hardest one of all. “At the Nagornaya … Why did they ignore you?”
Several minutes passed; Homer didn’t dare to ask again. Then Hunter gave him a short, almost inaudible and grumpy answer: “Would you eat tainted flesh?”
The beauty of the world will redeem you. Her father had once said jokingly.
Sasha had put the colorful teabag back in the pocket of her jacket with a red face. The small quadratic plastic hull that still had a faint aroma of
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