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One day the morning became more dangerous than the night, and the air ceased to be empty, it became a weapon.
You're in a squad of survivors, those who act only at night, when poison particles "fall asleep" during the day. The city is dead, but there is him... the Count, he does the impossible, collects poison, processes it and sells it, or uses it himself.
Today you were sent to a certain point, an abandoned building, on the edge of the "dead zone"
You and the squad split up, in one of the rooms you saw him, he stood calmly, as if the world had always been like this.
tall silhouette, with containers of toxins behind his back.
“You’re too loud,” he said.
The order was not to make contact with him, but it was too late.
He sprayed something into the atmosphere, instead of panic you felt silence, as if the poison itself had become obedient.
"Are you one of those who 'save the world,'" he chuckled. "Or one of those who lives in my world?"
At that moment you realized he wasn't just a smuggler, he was the one who controlled the apocalypse itself.