S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Dead Air - Atmospheric Gameplay (Last Stand)

I saw the video by SoLateee and it really inspired me to do something like that on my own. If you like this video, go check out his, you most probably won't be disappointed.
   • The last Stalker in the Zone  

Part two:    • S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Dead Air - Atmospheric...  

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I woke up. Looking around I notice that the building I'm in is some kind of garage. It seems familiar, as if I'd seen it before. The wind strokes my cheeks as I walk outside. It's sunny. The grass and trees have an orange color to them. I look around again and notice writing above the building I just exited. It feels... weird.
I continue to walk down the road. Corpses of Stalkers are lying around everywhere I look. I walk past a military vehicle. Movement. Out of the corner of my eye I notice figures, slowly moving across the bridge. I better hurry and search for something to defend myself with.
For the first time I notice my outfit. Military. I don't remember putting this on... Yeah. That's it. I don't remember.
I started hearing sounds. Not in the outer world, but in my head. Or maybe not? I don't know anymore.
Yes, voices. I don't understand what they're saying, or if they're even talking to me, but... there's someone. What is this feeling I have? As if this were not my body, not my housing. Weird.
Voices, again. What are they saying? I cannot understand them. What even... where is this?
For some reason I recognize this area. There, the hiding place. I know of it. It's... empty.
Whether these sounds are carried by the wind or are in my head, I don't know. The noises variate from the sound of small bells, to trains, to voices... This all feels so unreal to me.
I load my shotgun and soon after pull the trigger. The white body of the hound falls limp to the ground without any glimmer of life. One after another I shoot them down. Strange, it's so easy to pull the trigger. I'm not even thinking about it, but just... do it. Blood is flowing down my legs, painting my pants in a dark red color. I take out my medkit and tend to my wounds.
I hear a bell. A single bell, ringing. I enter... Rostok? Not a single soul is here. Is this... what I deserve? A place in a lonely world. Without memories, without any kind of goal.
Why? I don't understand? Is this... hell? No. No, no. This isn't hell. It's something worse, something between the realms of salvation and death, some place I wander for eternity. I...

I'm tired. I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Maybe... Maybe if I sleep a little, just a little, then I'll wake up from this nightmare.