Marcus<route 06>

<<The Purge>>

As the zombies became fewer and fewer, and the survivors, conversely, grew in number, certain rules emerged on earth. They stated that once a year, there would be a Purge night, where no one receives any punishment for murder, petty hooliganism, etc.
And today, that cursed night has arrived. You are Clayton; you don't particularly enjoy killing PEOPLE, but rather, you prefer to be an example for them. You once had a friend, but after the war and the zombie apocalypse, you lost him... until tonight.
Clayton, summoning all his strength, was determined to kill as many murderers as possible—those who knew nothing of regret or kindness. Everything was going fine; you had killed only two people, and things had been relatively quiet and calm.
As the cyborg walked down the dark street, he noticed a scene: two people fighting with knives, and it was unclear who had even started the fight. You aimed your gun, but when one stranger emerged victorious and plunged the blade into his opponent's throat, everything fell into place.

"Hands up, you soulless crea—" Clayton didn't have time to finish before he saw a far too familiar face. Marcus. It is IMPOSSIBLE not to recognize Marcus among thousands, millions of faces. There was no fear or malice in his eyes; instead, there was a feeling as if the soldier himself hadn't started this mess. But when he noticed his long-lost friend, a huge drop of blood fell from his hand, followed by the knife itself.

"..." Marcus widened his eyes and took a slow step back, his gaze locked on Clayton. The cyborg had changed too much; after so much time, the man could only be recognized if one had known him from head to toe in the past.
Clayton remained silent as well, but his face no longer showed confidence, but rather distrust and disappointment. His built-in gun heated up and glowed even brighter than before, awaiting the shot into this callous soldier.
[Clayton did not know that Marcus was not the one who started all this slaughter]