Not the kind of follower I was hoping for
After a failure-riddled start,my attemptto turnS.T.A.L.K.E.R.
2s mutants into beasts of war is finally bearing fruit.
Mercifully, a gaggle of overgrown rodents are already hopping around right outside the labyrinths entrance.
And, at me.
Out in the open, the situation is deteriorating.
Never has so much been owed, with so little achieved, to so few.
Clearly, Id need to replenish my mutants.
I decide, again, to trot back to the cement factory region where Id picked up that Bloodsucker.
Sorry, matey boy, Ive got appointments with far more violent freaks than you.
I run into a nearby thicket, breaking his line of sight, and lose him in the trees.
Soon, I begin wondering if the mutants are trying the same with me.
Its that guy again!
I dont know him.
He doesnt know me.
But he knows I must die.
Friend, I have never been so happy to see your emaciated, gas-masked face.
That just leaves one other mystery: why was the Snork beeping?
Looks like Im not the only one in the Zone looking to tame its beasts.
