The Earth lies in ruins of radioactive rubble. Cities of millions burned in the black flame of atomic blasts in mere seconds. The sky here is not blue — it is ashen...
But someone did survive. Instead of snow there is radioactive ash. Instead of sky — the low vaults of bomb shelters. Instead of fields — a dead wasteland. Instead of a future — a black hole of a tunnel with no light at its end... In a world incinerated by nuclear war, a human life is worth less than a piece of bread, a single cartridge, a sip of fresh water and clean air. And the question is not "how to survive in this merciless future," on the ashes of civilization, among desperate, radiation-ravaged, brutalized half-humans — but how, while surviving, to remain human oneself.