Detention Camp-54
Nazarov woke to sounds of explosions. He opened his eyes to look at a dirtied but damp room, and saw downward, only to find himself in red clothes with the number "4859" etched in black ink.
However, he would not be an inmate for very long. Gunshots pierced the skies en masse, and stray gunfire penetrated through the camp's concrete walls. As Nazarov tried to find what is going on, the main door slammed open, and several bandana-covered soldiers came in and started shooting the locks off of the cells.
"This is the day of Liberation! This is the day when Svoboda frees all who are trapped by this twisted regime!"
Nazarov's cell was freed. A masked militant tossed him an outdated Makarov pistol.
"I know who you are," said …show more content…
Now is the time to escape!"
As the order bellowed, the front doors of the camp soon found itself under the weight of thousands of inmates. The door was smashed open, and the inmates ran out, only to hit numerous minefields and barbed wire traps. Still, many made their way into the frost-covered forests of Northern Korhal.
As Nazarov readied himself to follow those who have escaped, he felt a tap behind him. It was the masked insurgent that rescued him from the prison.
"...You might say no...but I have given you an invitation to Svoboda. You serve as a valuable asset to the organization, and you may soon bring freedom to this regime."
Why, thought Nazarov, I just want to make my way home. I don't want more bloodshed...
But he thought deeper. The regime will continue to torment him for as long as he lived. Without liberty, many others will end up dying to the likes of death marches seen in the mountains of Tibet. If this ends...peace will finally be ensured for our people.
"Yes", said Nazarov distinctively, "Tell Komarov that I would like to join this organization...for a free Korhal. For a free life."
"Very well. By the way...the name is Yuri."
"Ok, tovarisch. Let us run deep into the forest, before we are
Nazarov woke to sounds of explosions. He opened his eyes to look at a dirtied but damp room, and saw downward, only to find himself in red clothes with the number "4859" etched in black ink.
However, he would not be an inmate for very long. Gunshots pierced the skies en masse, and stray gunfire penetrated through the camp's concrete walls. As Nazarov tried to find what is going on, the main door slammed open, and several bandana-covered soldiers came in and started shooting the locks off of the cells.
"This is the day of Liberation! This is the day when Svoboda frees all who are trapped by this twisted regime!"
Nazarov's cell was freed. A masked militant tossed him an outdated Makarov pistol.
"I know who you are," said …show more content…
Now is the time to escape!"
As the order bellowed, the front doors of the camp soon found itself under the weight of thousands of inmates. The door was smashed open, and the inmates ran out, only to hit numerous minefields and barbed wire traps. Still, many made their way into the frost-covered forests of Northern Korhal.
As Nazarov readied himself to follow those who have escaped, he felt a tap behind him. It was the masked insurgent that rescued him from the prison.
"...You might say no...but I have given you an invitation to Svoboda. You serve as a valuable asset to the organization, and you may soon bring freedom to this regime."
Why, thought Nazarov, I just want to make my way home. I don't want more bloodshed...
But he thought deeper. The regime will continue to torment him for as long as he lived. Without liberty, many others will end up dying to the likes of death marches seen in the mountains of Tibet. If this ends...peace will finally be ensured for our people.
"Yes", said Nazarov distinctively, "Tell Komarov that I would like to join this organization...for a free Korhal. For a free life."
"Very well. By the way...the name is Yuri."
"Ok, tovarisch. Let us run deep into the forest, before we are