Walking along the deserted streets of the abandoned city of Pripyat, you looked at the red forest. The sudden rumble of a helicopter made you run to the nearest house to hide.

—Fucking stalkers,—a man shouted. Several people got out of the helicopter. They scattered around the area, clearly looking for you.

Pressed against the wall, you tried not to breathe, as someone was walking in the building.

—and here you are, stalker— the damn crack of the dosimeter gave you away.