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Front. The First Hours. The Shelter.
It all started so suddenly that it's hard to describe. I was woken up by explosions, gunshots, people screaming outside the window. For about five minutes I was stunned, unable to understand what was happening. Then I heard the door to my apartment burst open with a bang, and two soldiers entered my room. I couldn't make them out; the last thing I saw at that moment was the butt of a rifle hitting me in the head.
I don't know exactly how much time passed, but it was already dark. The moon outside the small window was evidence of that. I was tied up, a gag in my mouth. I found about fifty others like me. Time passed slowly. I had absolutely no idea what to do. Fear consumed my body. One of the soldiers came up to me and then shouted something in English to his comrade. He came over too. A moment... just one moment. Shots rang out. The soldiers standing in front of me fell dead. A firefight began. I couldn't do anything, couldn't understand anything. My liberators, as I later found out, were far more numerous than the enemy soldiers. But "ours" died in much greater numbers. Many more. Ordinary civilians and police officers posed practically no threat to well-trained military men.
We were taken to "Ecomarket," formerly a huge grocery supermarket located under a shopping mall, now our shelter.
There is enough supplies here to survive. Weapons — as many as we could carry — were brought from the military base and police stations. Weapons are issued to almost everyone. Even I got a knife and an old Makarov pistol.
I don't know what happened to my family, friends, acquaintances.
Every minute feels like an eternity. What will happen next is unknown to anyone. What is happening in the world is also unknown.
P.S. In the "Ecomarket", there is a computer and internet access. I was given the opportunity to write about the current situation and the fact that I am safe, to the people closest to me, that is, to you, dear HeroesWorld members.