//------------------------------// // Chapter1 Fees. // Story: The last shadow of a man. // by Black-wolf //------------------------------// - Well, the first entry in the diary is made. It occurred to me when I closed the book. The first and probably the only one, just like all my undertakings. Then I’ll incorrectly just forget or become lazy. Okay, enough ass kneading time to get up. I got up from the table. I looked at the red book and threw it into a backpack under the table. I was thinking what to do next. Can read carefully what happened. Speaking ponies, I just want to laugh from these two words. What kind of animal is this, and what is it for? Sitting down and turning on my computer, I keep thinking about all this garbage. Well, my computer is loaded, we will be combing the Internet. All news resources say the same thing on each site: 'First contact with aliens. The field of the first appearance of "Pony" in the city of Canterlot and the announcement of the arrival of other representatives of "Equestria", the pony again visited us. Now the so-called "representatives of Equestria" are based in all major cities of the world. They will announce their arrival goal live. Follow the news. Our editorial notes that the aliens are so cute. We only hope that they come in peace. ' “Ha, their editorial notes. I note that they did not know how to write news. " After unsuccessful searches for a live recording, I discovered ... nothing ... absolutely. Record apparently they did not consider it necessary. The only thing is clear. That in the absence of people aliens are to blame. And seeing that everything is abandoned in a hurry, since nobody shut down the hydroelectric station. There on the wall there is exactly a piece of paper with the inscription: Turn off the light when leaving. Now we just have to figure out what to do. I definitely need to stock up ... So I have several scenarios. Electricity I have from year to century, as lucky. Either the hydroelectric station will work until the parts are worn out, or because of the load it will burn out like a light bulb. TPP is clearly not enough for a long time. Although it took more than a day, the fuel probably already ended. Hence you need to pay with generators and fuel. Gasoline and diesel fuel are stored for two years in the cold of the north and about a year in the heat. I am pretty sure that the Internet will not be there soon. Need to stock up on information ... So my plan is: - Build a roomy transport for travel. - There should be a food store. -Storage information. I can't download the whole internet, only the most necessary. -Must be all the necessary amenities. I had a lot of ideas. My old work taught me a lot. And I am a man of different interests. Fuck, in Russia every tenth fucking Kulibin. I can do that. Out on the street, I look around. Desert, straight horror about zombies. Only from a zombie in Russia is easier to save easily, went to the nearest entrance and you are saved. Steel door after all. One hundred kilograms. Concrete walls. You can live only because of the looting of the apartments. Let's return to the task. Looking at the extremely battered tractor on which I arrived. Thought resorts: I did it so. He was pretty small. It doesn't suit me, but he gave me the idea. I have an official road train dealer in the city, and I even know where it is located. Getting into the tractor and driving it. I choose the route and leave the yard. If there were people here, I don’t know what they would do to me for parking right in the center of the playground. Yes, and I don’t really want to know. Fuck! In the third car already crashed. In the future, you need to strengthen my car. “Oh, here I am. Need to talk more. Suddenly I forget how. ”Passing through the gate and go to the guard post. I decided to immediately open the gate, I still need to leave. Going to the center of the parking lot, I look around. This is a fairly large area on which there are many huge new tractors. From above hung a large rail crane. He was like a fence covered with a lot of annual rust. The buildings were obviously built during the times of the Soviet Union. And also not in the best condition. If it were not for new cars, I would say that this place was abandoned for years. Red and green tones oppressed, and graffiti on the walls did not help at all. I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Choosing the biggest tractor, I run up and read the name and model. I even made a note in the phone so as not to forget. I enter the red brick building. On the floor lay a peeling granule from the ceiling. Green paint on the walls is also not in the best condition. The only thing that broke the kind of postapokalepsis, a new turnstile. Although I did not have to climb it. The distance from the wall to the turnstile is quite enough to freely pass. The architecture is brilliant! Following further along the ruins of a civilization that had long since left us. It looks like a hundred years have passed, approximately. "Aw, you don't have to be so dramatic." ... "Fuck!" I jumped when a piece of the ceiling almost fell on me. Well ... maybe not the ceiling, but just a big piece of lime. “We need to throw. The sooner, the better." The open critical door showed everything also a postapoleptically forwarding office. If you compare the photos of this office with the fallout 3 screenshot, the differences would be hard to find. The cracked plaster, tearful wallpaper holes in which covered posters. In the middle of the room stood the entire shuffled table. On the table was a lamp monitor. At the table was a wooden stool. There was a file cabinet by the wall. The only thing that stood out was the new key holder against the wall and the last iPhone on the table. Opening the file, I look for the right brand. Only I forgot what I wanted. Disappointed, I run back to the parking lot. Looking and remembering, I run back. Having found several documents on the truck I needed. The number '8' is written in the corner of the documents. "Hah." On the hook under the number '8' hung the key I needed. Only one problem. The key is behind polycarbonate glass. Opening the top drawer of the table. As expected, the key. Opening the glass, I grabbed the keys and documents. Documents on the run stuck in a backpack. Going out into the yard, I climb into the cabin. "Here we go!" Having spotted a tank for fuel, I thought immediately grab. Having attached the trailer with a couple of movements, I felt joyful. “Next stop military base!” I screamed into the radio. In response, only white noise. Carefully leaving the gate, I went to the side of the military base. Moving through the empty city, I begin to notice movement. Shimmering shadows under the cars. A chill begins to wade through. What if I'm not alone? Maybe there is someone else? Someone dangerous? Accelerating along the road, I do not notice how a dog flies out from under a nearby car. A clash with the three tones of steel - the inevitable death. "Dog ... sorry psinku." Change of plans. I'm going home to my brother. Fortunately, he will try, but in the beginning I will go to the store I drove into a large covered market. “Praise the great fridge, the Meat hasn't spoiled!” I grabbed about 20kg of beef and 10kg of pork, and charcoal. "Now you can go!" At the exit, I grabbed an apple and a charger from the cigarette lighter. Getting back into the cabin, I put the phone on charge. On the screen, a '30% charge remains. Charging.' Looking at the notice. “Damn!” The notice says the brand of the tractor. "I'm genius! Just fucking genius! ” Carefully driving all the way from the market to my brother's house. I stopped at the highway. I didn’t move, I’ll hardly come back. Fortunately, the house is a small kilometer, you can walk. Step on the country road in the hands of 30kg of meat and coal. Already fifty meters from the house I hear a joyful barking. He already knows that I am here. As I thought there were no people. My brother was absent too. The only one who met me is Altai. Altai is my brother's guard dog. East European Shepherd. Weighing about eighty kilograms and a little over one meter tall. More standards of their breed. He has unbreakable loyalty and playful character. But to strangers extremely aggressive. Light brown fur with black spots glistened in the sun. His pigeon eyes are like heaven. The place itself was a large open-air cage with steel pipe walls. A pine box was attached to the edge of Walter. Opposite the enclosure was a two-storey house with a green roof. The light was off. There is no one at home. Putting down all of the hands on the ground. I went to the latticed door, and opened it. All ninety pounds of meat jumped at me. Immediately my whole face was covered in saliva. Someone was obviously glad to see me. With a smile on my face, I said “Altai! Ugh! Get off me! ”With a laugh, I finally managed to shove him off me. "Have you eaten long?" I asked, still smiling. He sat beside me, barking, smiling, and wagging his tail happily. Removing the spare door key from the collar. I went to the house. Opening the door to the covered veranda, I threw a piece of beef into a corner of the room. And run the dog. Of course, if the brother comes back and finds out that I run the dog in the house, he will kill me. "I hope he does not know." Opening the door to the hallway "We do not want me to do bad, huh?" And only joyful barking in response. Okay, let him eat will not interfere. Grabbing a folding brazier from under the stairs, I go out into the street. I will fry meat in the grill. Fortunately, there is everything you need. Cooking is not my calling, but I cook the meat perfectly. The sun can see that already noon. It's lunch time. Beef steak on the grill with a beer that I grabbed from the fridge. It was truly unforgettable. I heard a strange noise nearby. I am not a fool to check for strange noises alone. "Hey! Altai! Come here. ”A shepherd dog flies toward me, carrying everything in its path. And jumping right into my legs, almost knocking me down. Gesturing for him to follow. We went to the source of noise. The source itself looked like a purple cut in the air. Gradually widening incision. From him came the voices speaking in a strange language. This is clearly not earthly. Need to leave. Quickly extinguishing the fire taking the remnants of food with us, we ran into the house. Locking the door behind you. We climbed to the second floor. The window of the room opened an excellent view of the neighbor's courtyard where there was a hole. Gradually widening the hole showed the other side. Out of the cut came six 'Ponies'. Four of them had white fur, wings and armor made of gold. They instantly took off circling the entire area. The other two 'Ponies' had horns. A white pony with a horn wore toli silver armor steel toli. Probably this is their commander. He wore a calm face saying “I’ve got everything under control!” Military to the tips of the hooves. Purple horned pony ... .... She also has wings. And a tiara on her head. Probably an important bump. Under the negotiations in another language, I reached into the closet. For jackets gun safe. With the thoughts "if they climb to me, they won't leave without a hole in my head." I opened the safe. Well I knew where the key is stored. Inside, I was waiting for a 'wild boar'. Automatic shotgun based on the PKK. Quickly loading ammo into a magazine and sticking it into a shotgun I went back to the window. It seems they have finished flying and considered the place of my recent holiday. Suddenly, the white unicorn abruptly turned to look at my window. Fortunately, I managed to hide. We sat below the water, quieter than grass. Altai understood in what ass we are. I was ready to start shooting as my attention was attracted by the purple unicorn. The purple unicorn is tiara-female. She said something to her guardians in her own language. Equestrian, if I'm not mistaken. She waved her hoof and ran into the portal. The guards followed her. And the white unicorn was still watching the window. Literally in a few minutes they disappeared into the portal. Erasing the sweat from my face, I left the house. A whining sound ripped me from my thoughts. Altai pressed against my leg. “Nothing baby. We'll figure it out. We will find a pony and ask where everything is. ”.... ... “Ai Fuck. I should have jumped out to them now! ”I gave way to fear. But the plan remains the same. "Let's go to." Throwing a shotgun behind his back. I cleaned everything from the safe into the briefcase, and also threw it behind my back. From the fridge I took a pack of beer. Grabbing the phones of my brother and his wife. And I went to my tractor. On the way from the box near the aviary grabbed a dog bag. I don't need freeloaders to let them earn. Climbing into the cabin, I threw the briefcase under the chair, and the beer in the armrest. Altai fit on the passenger seat. Turn the key and the engine roared. About an hour, we silently moved along the highway. I drove along the center of the road. With one hand, I was steering in the other, holding a bottle of beer. I do not think that someone will stop me. Here, through the trees you can already see the fence. Fifteen minutes later I reached the congress. To my surprise, the gate is open. "Eh, I feel better." Driving through the entire base, I drive up to the warehouse hangars. Here for sure is what I need. Getting out of the cab. Altai jumped after him. I opened the door. Inside I met a silhouette. "Hey. Hello? ”Silhouette of a man, but two meters in height. “Listen. Just say something. ”I reached into my pocket for a flashlight. Lighting the territory. “What the fuck is this?” There was some kind of quasi-robot in front of me. A pile of steel pipes in army uniform, a face is drawn on the pipe under the cap with a marker. I glanced at Altai in perplexity. He also looked at me in surprise. “That's what the army is doing?” Coming closer. He has a badge- 'Chief engineer of the tank brigade department Mikhail Semenovich Trubchaninov'. “Well, chief. Lend a couple of tanks? ”I asked with a grin. With the exception of Mikhail Sergeevich, there were six T-90A tanks and a bunch of tools inside the hangar. In general, there is something to work. Saying goodbye to Michael, I went out into the street. Need to explore this place, I'm here for a long time. Bypassing the warehouses, I came across a very interesting thing. I could not believe my eyes. “This is an exo skeleton!” He stood undone, his helmet was lying on the box next to it. ЭДЭ-53 engraved on the chest. On the back of the cover is removed exposing the chips and wires. "As expected. Eh. "On all microcircuits were either American or Chinese markings. Opening the box nearby. There, too, exo skeleton. Marked ЭШЭ-54. He looked more armored. Looking around four more boxes, I find exo skeletons of different models. Opening the box nearby. There, too, exo skeleton. Marked ESHE-54. He looked more armored. Looking around four more boxes, I find exo skeletons of different models. Continuing his crusade through the warehouses. I stumbled upon the green boxes. Opening one of the boxes, I see Ak-105. Searching carefully, I managed to find a dozen stores and a box of cartridges. I thought that in the future I would have to hunt if I wanted fresh meat. Having loaded the cartridges, I threw the machine gun behind my back. Having decided that the ponies might be hostile I looked for a bulletproof vest. I'm lucky. I found. Body armor 6B45. Over put on unloading where and stuffed all ten stores from Kalashnikov. It was getting dark and I wanted to eat. It took us an hour to find a dining room. And an hour to cook to eat. Cooking is not mine! Looking back, this confirms the burnt pasta pancakes. I cooked pasta in a fleet, and Altai fed the remnants of beef. We ate in silence only occasionally meeting our eyes. We finished eating. And as they say: After a delicious dinner, according to Archimedes' law, it is supposed to sleep. Having searched the warehouses again I found the bedding. Bed on the bed in the car. We went to bed together. Tomorrow morning I will begin to design. The morning is wiser than the evening.