Group Name : 5th Scout Infantry
After a solid nights sleep, still in the cover of the darkness and inside a small makeshift lean-to (built out of mostly spruce tied to a frame) laying on layers of spruce twigs I wake up and gather my things. Barely are my eyes wide open as bright light lights up the area with a soft "pop".
- ( Signal flare? What the - ? )
I think to myself, but my thought is interrupted as a young man in a purple parka crashes past me, breathing heavily. Breaking branches left and right, so tunnel-visioned that he completely misses me (?) staring right at him. Without further ado, I grab my "spruce frame" step into some of the underbrush, lay flat on the ground underneath. Making myself as invisible as I possible can under these circumstances.
Barely have I made my last move as I hear several heavy footsteps. Resolute, quiet and determined. My instincts tell me that this probably ain't no SCAV group. Way too quiet, and way too ... clanky?
The sounds they make running indicate they carry vests, with magazines, and the heavy landings on running? Probably geared.
As luck would have it, the steps quiet down.
But I lay there for 10-15 minutes before I move a muscle. As quietly as possible, lifting a small branch, leering over the place, crawling very quietly forward, dragging the framed spruce on top of me along with my movement.
For being a locked down, supposedly mostly quiet region. Tarkov is alive. Not thriving alive, more like a colossus of sinewy madness trying to find out whether its crafted to be chaos and madness, or to become a vessel of order. At this very moment all things seem to indicate the former.
And I'm not making things better. As I should. But what does an unarmed soldier who lost communication with his squad and command do under these circumstances?
( Survive? )
I step up, and move along the outside edge of the forest line. Gazing through the thick lines of pine and spruce as the sun rises.
Mid-day - to nightfall
A five foot tall box stands between me and an old, seemingly randomly placed container fifteen-twenty feet into the forest area near an industrial section of Tarkov. This box seems to be made out of some thick brown fiber PVC-plastic, and its locked down with a big ass padlock.
After sneaking for the better part of the morning, listening for sounds that never came I decide to make opening and searching through this box my project. Something to keep my focus, as my minds start to rush through scenarios of what my plan is.
I look for things to pry it open, or to break the lock. Not even knowing if its empty or contains something of significance.
( A somewhat haphazard project, but what else to do? )
Are my vague thoughts, deciding to postpone any grander thoughts to tomorrow.