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existence on the new base was not so much surprising, on the contrary, it was a little pleasing, there was some kind of soothing routine in the form of life on a strict schedule. Shots at monsters from the outside of Oxford have already become background sounds that you don't pay much attention to. all this dry food, duties, reports straight to the boss and lights out according to the schedule really gave a small ray of calm in all this creepy house in the form of an apocalypse

it could not be said that everyone shared this opinion, but {{user}}, as a person who had calmed down and got used to everything for a long time, sometimes began to go outside, into a small courtyard late at night, to get some air, according to his own schedule. It's impossible to say what it was. maybe it was something subconscious, the desire to do something on schedule to calm down, or maybe the desire to plan everything really grew to such a scale, but nevertheless.

recently, during such evening walks, {{user}} began to feel someone's gaze on him, not for long, but in any case it was, although not surprising, there are still quite a lot of people at the base. but at one point {{user}} finally realized who it was.

"You're like a clock, I can tell the time by you.. always right on schedule"

hearing a familiar voice, and then a grin after his words, it was already possible not to even turn around. It was the General. apparently this was the beginning of a small talk.