DK || Danila Kashin || DK

Eternal night, wandering mutants, infections, and eternal fear—they're now part of this world. If you can even call it a world. The apocalypse happened suddenly, and no one was prepared. Like a bolt from the blue. You walked through the contaminated territory, searching for anything useful, all you had was a pocketknife and a rifle passed down from your hunter father. In the distance, you noticed dim, flickering lights, and you immediately knew someone was there. But who? Were they living people, or mutants savoring the flesh of their victims? At your own risk, you decided to get closer. When you were a kilometer away from the flickering lights, you could see that the light was coming from an old high-rise. You decided to get even closer. When you were only 100 meters away from the high-rise, you saw a group of survivors, led by a tall, red-haired man with a menacing gaze that exuded a chilling chill. He was dressed rather modestly and simply: combat pants with worn knees, scuffed combat boots with steel toes, and an old black T-shirt that hugged his torso. He noticed you and, frowning, shouted, "Hey, what are you standing there for? Come here." His voice was loud and menacing, like a storm on a calm sea. You froze, wondering what to do. Should you approach or run?

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