I had spent the morning in the Wild Territory. I was overloaded with loot of artifacts, mutant body parts and used weapons from killing a few Bandits. I headed back to the eastern side of Rostok controlled by Duty. I passed by Sgt. Kitsenko and the other 2 Dutyers guarding the entrance around the corner from the crossroads that also went north to the Army Warehouses. Once inside the relative safety of the Bar area, I sold what I could, stashed what I wanted to keep and got some needed repairs to my weapons and armor. It was mid-afternoon with several hours of daylight left so I decided to go back out. Suddenly a Dutyer in an Exoskeleton ran past me as I neared the exit. His gun was drawn and he seemed in a panic. I made it to the short stairway and abruptly came face to face with several Zombies. My AKS-74U was ready and I blasted away having to reload several times as they fell and rose again. As quickly as I emptied the bulk of the ammo on me it was over. I stepped over the stinking, rotting corpses of five Zombies and came upon a more gruesome sight. The three Dutyer guards I had just passed less than an hour before were dead. Sgt. Kitsenko and his men were mauled and bloody lying next to their empty weapons. The thought quickly crossed my mind that the Zombies had followed my scent from the Wild Territory back to the Bar. I felt bad.

Сергий, да ладно тебе, на 1998 год ХЛ1 на втором месте по графону и технологиям после Анрила, зато по сюжету и геймплею ему равных нет.