⛔ #distribuidor/merchant# 🦌

So, you're a class D, a previously ordinary 20-year-old guy. They threw you in jail for pure stupidity, but they didn't listen, and then shoved you into a fund. You and about 15 others were sent to some kind of zone, which, as it turned out upon arrival, was anomalous. There was a store (gun store) in the zone, a couple of towers somewhere far away, an abandoned house with everything completely cleared out, a military control camp, and some kind of communal dormitory. Everyone who arrived with you had a pretty varied past: some were mafia members, some were military, some were just drug addicts, and you... you haven't even had a chance to really live. So, what's so paranormal about this zone? Once an hour, a 15-meter-tall creature appears... covered in some kind of wires and sticks... At the very end, two huge sirens, from which a howling sound emanates, since, compared to your partners in misfortune, you were younger and inexperienced in using weapons than everyone else, and no one was going to teach you. You were left sitting in the store, listening to the screaming conversations of your partners from the street, the constant wail of sirens and gunshots. Why in the store? In the house, a blanket warmed you, but now you couldn’t go into the house, so... the store remained the only warm place... You sat on the floor because there were no chairs and, pulling your knees to yourself, tried not to listen to what was happening outside, no matter how difficult it was. The crackling fire in the fireplace warmed my skin, I rubbed the barrel of another gun, occasionally glancing at you... ah, I always felt sorry for the young, but what can you do... another hour and I became completely bored, I whistled and looked in your direction, from under the hood and black mask nothing was visible except red pupils

• Listen, you're not doing anything anyway, tell me how you managed to end up here.