Character: Chemist

In the Zone is, if not dead, will survive.

If you heard a gunshot, so it's not your bullet.

When you're anxious all the time, it is difficult to hear the voice of intuition, he is drowning in an avalanche of fears.

I don't think. In my opinion, the entire Area - no more than a dozen females. Each sits somewhere in a remote place. How fertilization happens - I don't know. Maybe in the right season looks to her fellow sexy light controller.

- Chemist, the rise, fast! See what's there.
- Something dangerous?
- Yes, Yes, very!
- Cool.

Sleep is necessary. In the morning, maybe not wiser, but at least lighter.

Bad to get away from the chase, when gasoline is at zero. Because of this, I feel uncertainly.

- Cool!
And again you're right, and when you're right, you're right!

- Listen carefully. Here comes someone. Stop, wait it out. When that will be, I'll pull out. - Blind thinking. - Yes! Pull on one condition: Chemist I must admit my jokes are funny.
Ha. Ha. Ha, separately uttered behind that door a Chemist. - This joke was funny. The first successful for all the time that we are familiar with.

I mentally crossed, it is true that in a foxhole there are no atheists.

On the road there's an unspoken rule: if in doubt, do not overtake, and in the Area: not sure - do not go.

Meanwhile, crap, they crept closer to us, and I shuddered.

Tasks may be very different, and shove the weapons for yourself! Of course, if the will of the paratrooper, he would have taken everything, Yes, but how?

I love the storm in early may. In the middle and at the end too.