Wake Up (Escape From Tarkov Short Story)

Do you ever just..... wonder? How it all went down? How it all could’ve been so different? I do. I do everyday. I’m here, alone; things have only gotten worse. Terragroup's mission was a success; whatever it might've been.

They have everyone at each others throats; no holds bar style. BEAR's and USEC's have never hated each other more up until this point. Which is ironic, because I have actually worked with a BEAR... once. He is longer with me. We barely communicated, but he and I both sensed something was fishy from the start. Why would Terragroup go out of their way to sabotage the very people doing their dirty work for them? While they did the inhumane work, as well. I still am looking for the answer to that question. But the Norvinsk region is proving to just lead me to more questions than answers. Locals are just as hostile to me as they are to the other faction. They hate everyone it seems like. But word on the street, is that they report to a shady criminal; almost like a network. No matter where you are or who you see, they all have the same boss. No one knows the true identity of this individual, but he's around here.... somewhere. and I intend on finding him. But, unless I get the scavs to not shoot me on sight, that will not be possible. I get shot at enough these days, and I manage. But even I can only take so much before I wanna just end it all. And the thought has crossed my mind on more than one occasion. I just want to go home. I knew this was going to be bad when I signed up for it, but never in my life did I think the people I would work for would be my demise. I had inclinations that their research was less than humane. And while I personally condone the atrocities that Terragroup was involved in, at the end of the day, I am but just one man. At this point, everyone wants me dead. I don't have anyone I can trust. I need that, if I want to ever get out of here, much less alive. And so I move; day in and day out, hoping to find out clues to all the questions I have about this unfortunate and unraveling story. Where I am unfortunately the main character. If I had it my way, I would've been done and dusted a long time ago. Now, I don't know what is keeping me going. Am I insane? I'm really not sure. But I will see this through. Whether I get out or not.

I'm unable to leave. This... looming presence overhead. The feeling that no matter what I do, how hard I fight, how unwilling I are to just roll over and die, it’s all going to be for nothing. I close my eyes and just.... wake up. Back in that tiny decrepit hole that I call home. I tell myself it's just a bad dream. I almost convinced myself, even. But... I know better. That bad dream is a reality. Hoping each and everyday that it just, goes away. Knowing deep in the back of my mind, that it won't. And I’ll have to do it all over again.

(This story will make more sense with the visual representation here. The main idea was originally intended for just a video, but I figured it might be cool to add some extra text to expand this story and make it maybe a little more compelling.): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnhdLL_T1U4