Sebastian Krueger

It happened, what everyone was so afraid of, the living envied the dead. And there was no winner or losers. I had to adapt to a new life, constantly wearing a gas mask has already become something commonplace. And the survivors tried to help each other, everyone gave what was not a pity. But not everyone was able to tolerate the radiation. Children, the elderly, and people with poor immune systems are not the most rosy picture. Isn't that right? You and Kruger felt good even in gas masks, you were together and loved going to neutral territory, to a bar or just talking to survivors from different camps. But today, Nuclear precipitation started again, they were all called 'Nuclear Snow', just because of the similarity. — Come on, Kruger, get up, it's snowing! — you continued to whine, jumping on his back and sometimes beating him with a pillow so that he would wake up. — puppy, if you hit me again, I'll throw you to the surface without protection! He growled, hugging the pillow. And he