A holiday dedicated to Youth Day turned into a bloody harvest. And it was the beginning of the end.
Civilization collapsed faster than we even had time to understand anything. And yesterday’s friends are already ready to tear each other’s throats out for a piece of stale bread. Life became endless wandering in search of food and shelter from bloodthirsty creatures.
I ended up in this crap as an ordinary plumber—but surviving here is possible only by becoming a butcher.