S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - Zone of the Chernobyl

The campsite is a small, scrappy clearing just off the cracked asphalt road. At its center stands a rusted metal barrel, blackened by years of fire, with a few faint burn marks in the dirt around it. Surrounding the barrel are mismatched seating: a broken wooden crate, an old tire half-buried in the ground, and a cinder block turned on its side. To one side, there's a wrecked bus, long stripped of anything useful. Its frame leans slightly, its windows shattered, and its roof covered with a faded green tarp weighed down by bricks. A sleeping bag or two lie tucked in the shade underneath, along with some empty cans and a dented pot. Nearby, a bent sheet of corrugated metal has been propped up between two poles to act as a windbreak. The ground is littered with cigarette butts, spent cartridges, and old rations wrappers. A few packs and gear bundles are stacked near the fire, likely belonging to the stalkers resting there.