Dmitry Glukhovsky - Metro 2034 English fan translation (v1.0) (docx) by Dmitry Glukhovsky Page B
Authors: Dmitry Glukhovsky
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labyrinth, this master less, zyclopic city, the on its head turned reflection of the surface of Moscow and fell in love with it. This from human hand created tartarus was worthy of a real Homer, at least the feather of a old master and it would have impressed him more than the island Laputa … But it was only Kolya that honored the metro in secret and sang clumsy of its greatness. Nikolai Ivanovitsch Nikolayev. Ridiculous.
It was possible to love the mistress of the cooper mountain, but the cooper mountain in particular? ( Should be a Russian fable )
But this relationship was based on love on both sides and envy. It would rob Kolya of his family and safe his life.
Hunter suddenly stopped and Homer wasn’t able to get up from his soft bed of memories fast enough and ran straight into the brigadiers back without slowing down. Without
saying a word he pushed the old man back and stopped again, he lowered his head and held the distorted ear into the tunnel.
Like blind bats made its picture from their surrounding room it seemed that he perceived invisible sound waves as well.
Homer on the other hand felt something different: The smell of the Nachimov ski prospect , a smell that you couldn’t mistake for anything else. How fast they had gotten through the tunnel … Hopefully they didn’t have to pay for being allowed to pass so freely …
As if he had heard Homer thoughts, Achmed took his assault rifle from his back and switched the safety off.
“Who is there?” Whispered Hunter suddenly to Homer.
Homer smiled in secret: Who knew what the devil had brought them? Through the wide open doors of the Nachimov ski prospect horrible creatures feel through the ceiling like through a funnel. But there were also permanent residents in this station. Even though they were seen as not dangerous Homer felt about them in a special way: A sticky mixture of fear and disgust.
“Small … Hairless.” The brigadier tried to describe them.
That was enough for Homer: There they were. “Corps-eaters.” He said silently.
Between the Sevastopolskay a and the Tulskaya , maybe in different regions of the metro this curse had achieved a new literally meaning in the last years.
“They feed on flesh?” Asked Hunter.
“More on dead flesh.” Answered the old man unsure.
These disgusting creatures – spiderlike primates – didn’t attack humans; they feed on dead flesh that they had dragged down from the surface. And a big clan had made their nest at the Nachimov ski prospect , the reason you could smell the disgusting-sweet smell rotting flesh in the neighboring tunnels, in the station it was so heavy that it could make your head spin. It was that there, where they had gathered dead bodies for food. Some wore their gasmasks before entering so that they could tolerate the smell.
Homer who remembered the special feature of the Nachimov ski very vividly, reached hastily for his gasmask and put it over his mouth and nose.
Achmed who didn’t have enough time to pack looked at it with envy and covered his nose with his arm. The miasma that grew in this station covered them, surrounded them and chased them forwards.
Hunter didn’t seem to experience anything like them. “Is that toxic? Spores?” Asked Hunter.
“The smell.” Said Homer from under his mask.
The brigadier looked at Homer as if he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t trying to make a joke on his expense.
Than the shrugged his broad shoulders and said: “So just the usual”. He held his assault rifle more comfortable and made clear that they should follow him and continued with soft steps.
After maybe fifty meters an almost unnoticeable whispering joined the horrendous smell. Homer wiped the warm sweat from his head and tried to keep his galloping heart at bay. They were close.
Finally the shine of the lamp illuminated something, the broken lights of a train that tried so hard to fight against the rust, its headlights starring blindly into the dark;
It was possible to love the mistress of the cooper mountain, but the cooper mountain in particular? ( Should be a Russian fable )
But this relationship was based on love on both sides and envy. It would rob Kolya of his family and safe his life.
Hunter suddenly stopped and Homer wasn’t able to get up from his soft bed of memories fast enough and ran straight into the brigadiers back without slowing down. Without
saying a word he pushed the old man back and stopped again, he lowered his head and held the distorted ear into the tunnel.
Like blind bats made its picture from their surrounding room it seemed that he perceived invisible sound waves as well.
Homer on the other hand felt something different: The smell of the Nachimov ski prospect , a smell that you couldn’t mistake for anything else. How fast they had gotten through the tunnel … Hopefully they didn’t have to pay for being allowed to pass so freely …
As if he had heard Homer thoughts, Achmed took his assault rifle from his back and switched the safety off.
“Who is there?” Whispered Hunter suddenly to Homer.
Homer smiled in secret: Who knew what the devil had brought them? Through the wide open doors of the Nachimov ski prospect horrible creatures feel through the ceiling like through a funnel. But there were also permanent residents in this station. Even though they were seen as not dangerous Homer felt about them in a special way: A sticky mixture of fear and disgust.
“Small … Hairless.” The brigadier tried to describe them.
That was enough for Homer: There they were. “Corps-eaters.” He said silently.
Between the Sevastopolskay a and the Tulskaya , maybe in different regions of the metro this curse had achieved a new literally meaning in the last years.
“They feed on flesh?” Asked Hunter.
“More on dead flesh.” Answered the old man unsure.
These disgusting creatures – spiderlike primates – didn’t attack humans; they feed on dead flesh that they had dragged down from the surface. And a big clan had made their nest at the Nachimov ski prospect , the reason you could smell the disgusting-sweet smell rotting flesh in the neighboring tunnels, in the station it was so heavy that it could make your head spin. It was that there, where they had gathered dead bodies for food. Some wore their gasmasks before entering so that they could tolerate the smell.
Homer who remembered the special feature of the Nachimov ski very vividly, reached hastily for his gasmask and put it over his mouth and nose.
Achmed who didn’t have enough time to pack looked at it with envy and covered his nose with his arm. The miasma that grew in this station covered them, surrounded them and chased them forwards.
Hunter didn’t seem to experience anything like them. “Is that toxic? Spores?” Asked Hunter.
“The smell.” Said Homer from under his mask.
The brigadier looked at Homer as if he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t trying to make a joke on his expense.
Than the shrugged his broad shoulders and said: “So just the usual”. He held his assault rifle more comfortable and made clear that they should follow him and continued with soft steps.
After maybe fifty meters an almost unnoticeable whispering joined the horrendous smell. Homer wiped the warm sweat from his head and tried to keep his galloping heart at bay. They were close.
Finally the shine of the lamp illuminated something, the broken lights of a train that tried so hard to fight against the rust, its headlights starring blindly into the dark;
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