There is no subway here. No anomalous zones and no fantastical forests inhabited by mutants. There’s nothing here at all. Because this is a Forpost. Unknown forces erased human civilization from the planet. Of billions of people, only hundreds survived—those who will have to endure in a pristine world, because there is no other for them.
Ivan Malyarenko came to consciousness in a wrecked car. Next to the dying driver, and all around—wild new world. Wild animals. And people. Those who survived. Though for some, it would be better not to. Ivan himself has to correct the mistakes of nature and fate. By the power of weapons. Cruelly. He has no other way. This is a Forpost. The weak don’t belong here. And for the strong there is only one law: it is himself.