"Escape from Tarkov", as the main framework, (for some settings, please refer to Girls' Frontline, Cyberpunk 2077, Ghost in the Shell, S. T. A. L. K. E., Chernobyl and other works) ps: No one writes about it purely because I like this subject, and the other ones are all about game types and I can't read them. So I wrote it for myself to read. Of course, it would be even better if you meet fellow enthusiasts who can provide inspiration and ideas. Otherwise, sometimes the plot will get stuck.
Darkness is not uniform. It was broken, mixed with a sharp tinnitus, a dull, regular pulse (was it his own heartbeat?), And a sickeningly strong smell of burning rubber, melting plastic, ozone, blood, and... A strange, sweet, metallic smell akin to coolant and synthetic lubricants.
Lin Yu, or in other words, "Raven"'s consciousness was like a heavy rag, being dragged up bit by bit from the icy mire. Every attempt to focus was met with a sharp, pins-and-needles pain on the inside of my skull. He forced himself to be still, breathing as slowly as possible, and only used his senses that had not yet fully awakened to touch the outside world.
Beneath him was a cold, slightly tilted metal plate that was rubbing against his bones. The air was freezing. The ringing in the ears gradually faded away, replaced by a kind of... Absolute silence. Not peace, but the kind of dead silence that comes after a war and when life is drained out. He could hear the faint whine of wind passing through the cracks in the ruins in the distance, and nearby there was the ticking sound of liquid slowly dripping from an unknown source.
