Читать книгу The collapse of civilization. 2 season - Дмитрий Щеглов - Страница 5

Father and Sergei went outside the fence, at the same time they fed Mukhtar. There was a warm wind, there were puddles all around, but the sun was already shining brightly, reflected from the glass and mirrors of the Gazelle. It was completely yellow, on both sides there was an eagle, floating in the clouds, it was the logo of the hotel. Sergei took the ax from the minibus just in case. My father took a radio and a pistol with him, as it turned out, he also had a silencer. First of all, Father and Sergey went to Klavdia Ivanovna, neighbor, on the contrary. She was already eighty-four years old, and she almost never left the house. As it turned out, everything is fine with her. She was very happy to see the Kruglovs. They were sure that everything was fine with her, and went on. The village was small, the youth left, there were only old people, yes summer residents, who came in the summer. Father and son walked in silence. My father still thought about Masha's words about the vaccine. So there is still a chance to stop all this horror. They approached the house where the Old Men Larisa Ivanovna and Gennady Evgenievich Ermolaev lived. They lived alone, their children had long since left for the city. In the courtyard of the house there was complete silence, only the wind whistled. This, for some reason, alarmed the Kruglovs. They went into the polo estuary (something like a closed veranda, so it was for all the houses in this village). Here, too, was a grave silence, it began to frighten travelers.

"I do not like all this," his father said.

Sergei, too, was uneasy.

When they got up into the small passage and approached the door leading to the hut, they smelled the decaying flesh, this made them even more frightening. The father and son already wanted to leave, but then they heard from behind the door a sound similar to a growl and grumble, and someone's shuffling. They hesitated, on the one hand it would be better to just leave without exposing themselves to unnecessary danger. But on the other hand, they knew the residents of this house very well, did not want to leave them wandering around the house aimlessly without a soul. Kruglov understood that there was only one way to help Ermolaev, but it was not easy to saddle.

“Are you ready”?

Vitaly Andreevich said, taking one hand by the handle of the door, and the other clasped the pistol.

Sergei nodded, clasping the ax in his hand more firmly. Father took a deep breath and opened the door. They saw a spacious cottage with a Russian stove that was located to the left of the door. Two of the corpses wandered around the room, they were Ermolaevs. Judge on the condition of the skin they were dead at least four days. It was a disgusting and at the same time frightening spectacle. «Revived», noticing the Kruglovs began to slowly, approach the doorway, looking with their empty eyes with almost transparent pupils. Father aimed and fired, it was given to him very hard, but missed. The second shot was exactly in the head Larisa Ivanovna, she fell to the floor and remained lying motionless. From under the scarf appeared bloody gray hair. Kruglov senior took aim again, he was all tense, and his face covered large drops of sweat, and his hands began to tremble noticeably. But at that moment the unexpected happened, the walkie-talkie, which was lying in Vitaliy Andreevich's pocket, was working, and which had already been forgotten.