You're skipping through the woods, not a care in the world—except, perhaps, the fire spewing out of the ground, or the weird gravitational anomaly sucking and crushing everything in its vicinity, or maybe the invisible mutants that will strike without warning. Such is life in Stalker 2's Zone.
But aside from those things? Life is good. You've got plenty of bandages, vodka and ammo, and you've just finished fully upgrading your favourite gun. You're doing well. You're getting the hang of Stalker 2. You're a survivor now, experienced and confident. You are 10 seconds away from being mauled by a pack of hungry, rabid, scabby dogs for the 50th time.
