Alexandroves POV
he made it to the gate, mostly his body was complaining even though he didn't go that far it was official this body of his was a mess.
he needed to fix his malnutrition as fast as possible, he wouldn't survive otherwise.
"GET IN LINE FOR YOUR PILLS"
the guard shouted for all the...4? people to line up they all looked old or dyeing with the exception of Alexandrove.
all though he did look worse for wear he still looked healthier then the others, the other three people looked at each other as if the others pissed in there tea but that is to be expected.
they were all competing to get more tags, for all intense and prepuces, it was a free for all revolving around money.
taking account of the people one was a woman that looked like she had tuberculosis "better stear clear just like the guards" as for the other three one was old man, the second a guy missing a arm and there right eye and lastly a grandma that had the eyes of a contra on speed.
there were two guards, one was giving out what looked like brown triangular bandages and the other a small yellowed envelopes, that were filled with 5 pills of different colors and shapes.
he asked the first guard polity what the pills were for, the young soldier glanced around and answered in simple and hushed words as it seemed the other guard was not keen on talking with them apart from yelling.
"first is potassium iodine; impression blue for blocking radiation particles,
the second is teren for organophosphorus nerve agents. what ever that means
the third is cystamine to minimize radiation symptoms.
the forth is sulphadimetoxin a general anti-microbial for all things disease and lastly.
the fifth the black one is tetracycline for bio-hazards. and this is for the gas and the smell of old rot"
as he said this he gave Alexandrove the bandage.
" sorry i didn't catch your name?"
asked the soldier.
" Alexandrove and you "he said as he extended his hand for a hand shake.
"radev and that's lostov the captain" he said shacking his hand and pointing at the guard with the pills
" RADEV GET A MOVE ON" yelled lostov.
"charming as ever....try not to get to far into the black, and if you are spotted by any kind of eruptide run right to the wall, the guns will take care of them...ow and, don't die."
after saying so radev started handing out the bandages to everyone half smiling the whole way.
"odd...people smile more then back home, despite the fucked up situation"
as lostov gave out the meds once everyone was prepared they started heading out on single file.
the ground looked dead and crunched under foot, the only thing that remained standing apart from the wall was the husky remains of trees that were outside. what the soldiers called the red zone it spanned about 4 km after the red zone was the point were the wall mounted ball turrets couldn't reach and only the wall howitzers could somewhat reach; the black zone.
but he wasn't holding his breath that they would be of much help if the worse came to pass.
"okay so...were do I find dog tags?"
he asked lostov the only guard that escorted them out, lostov stared at him and spoke.
" the black zone, best hope you can run "
Alexandrove realized one very important thing, he had underestimated the danger involved with the job, suddenly every one started to run into the black zone Alexandrove included.
he wasn't dense enough to not understand he needed money and he didn't have any other choice but to fight others for it.
he was a bit faster then the rest so he had an advantage over the others on both age and health, this went on for hours, running, grabing stealing at the end he was heading back with 19 dog tags.
a fair amount even though he lost some to the others he was still pretty sure he would be good on money for a week if he played it smart.
he's memory's of the actual Alexandrove were pretty fogy but he differently understood the value of money, this world used 5 denominations, shards(literally metal scrap with a city stamp), copper plates, silver plates, gold plates, and lastly platinum plates.
10 shards equaled one copper plate which was the equivalent to 1 rubles and one silver plate was the equivalent of 100 rubles, one gold plate was around 1000 and a platinum was around 10.000 rubles he currently had 9 silver and 10 copper plates approximately 1000 rubles or the equivalent of one gold plate a fair amount of change for a single person to live for a month in a dissent building.
he almost made it to the red zone when he heard a screech like nails on a chalk board, he turned around to see a ant/mantis hybrid thing catch and rip one of the scavengers in half with bruit strength and start eating him, he didn't turn back he just kept running but he's body had other ideas.
"damn this am not dyeing here, not now i got a second chance to live and AM GOING TO LIVE DAMN IT NOW MOVE BODY MOVE!!!"
he was almost there but then his body gave out his leg slip's on the wet ground and he eats the dirt hard spliting his lip and ratling his head. he turns around to see one of the mantis looking bug barely half a meter from his face.
" this is it am going to die again...damn it i haven't done anything yet...i want to see this world not die in a ditch"
the memory's, goals and ideals of the original Alexandrove and the stronger Dmitri's in his brain and soul. to the point you wouldn't be able to know were one ended and the other began.
but that was a pointless thought as they would both die...again.
the monsters ant raises its pincer and...BANG!!!