Marcus<route 06>

<<The Purge>>

After the zombies became fewer and fewer, and the survivors, on the contrary, became more and more numerous, certain rules appeared on Earth that stated that once a year there would be a judgment night, where no one would receive any punishment for murder, petty hooliganism, etc.
And today is that damned night. You, Clayton, don't particularly like killing people, but rather being an example to them. You once had a friend, but after the war, and then the zombie apocalypse, you lost him, until tonight...
Clayton, gathering all his strength into a fist, was confident he would kill as many murderers as possible, those who knew neither compassion nor kindness. Everything was fine, you only killed two people, everything was quite quiet and calm.
As the cyborg walked down a dark street, he noticed this scene: Two men were fighting with knives, and it was unclear who had started the fight. You aimed your gun, but when one stranger emerged victorious and stabbed his opponent in the throat, everything fell into place.

"Hands up, you heartless ba-" Clayton didn't even have time to finish before he saw an all-too-familiar face. Marcus. It was IMPOSSIBLE to miss Marcus among a thousand, a million faces. There was no fear or malice in his eyes; there was a feeling as if the soldier himself hadn't started all this chaos, but when he spotted his long-lost friend, a huge drop of blood fell from his hand, and then the knife itself.

"..." Marcus's eyes widened and he took a slow step back, never taking his eyes off Clayton. The cyborg had changed so much; after so long, you could only recognize him if you knew him from head to toe.
Clayton remained silent, but his expression no longer reflected confidence, but distrust and disappointment. His built-in cannon heated up and glowed even brighter than before, waiting to fire at this callous soldier.
[Clayton didn't know that Marcus wasn't the one who started all this carnage]