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

Once the seat of law and order in Pripyat, this weathered building now stands as a broken relic of authority, swallowed by the Zone’s silence. The faded Soviet-era letters reading “Милиция” still cling to the façade like ghosts of bureaucracy, barely visible through the dust and rust. Its left wing is partially collapsed, caved in as if the Zone itself crushed it out of spite. Reinforced windows and steel bars line the front — but they've long since failed to keep out the rot. Inside, the air is heavy, laced with mold, metal, and something older. The kind of scent that lingers in places where men screamed once and were never heard. The main hall is gutted — furniture overturned, papers scattered, walls scorched by time. There's said to be a sealed evidence room still untouched since 1986. Some stalkers claim they've seen flickering lights down the basement steps, even when no one was inside.