It's late April 2020 again. Passing through the dark forests of Pennsylvania. One of very few delivery trucks on the road. Seeing the shadows in the thick trees, still pools of water and patches of snow here and there. Was this band envisioned of dark, damp and cold forests? Is the late Belarusian winter like that? A beauty that I could never quite put my finger on how it touched me, or ever forget that it had? The world was ending then, you knew.

You saw no one on the roads, you knew some person or something had killed them all because of the blood in the snow and what seems to be footprints you continued to drive till you see the sun's orange glow coming up you waited a few more minutes what seemed hours as the sun finally came up you heard something in the forest knowing damn well you aren't going to check it out.

As you looked at the snow you saw a tall creature covered in blood with red eyes you got in your car driving off, it took a few weeks but you escaped into an entire different country having to stop at some gas stations stealing gas you stocked up on supplies getting helmets weapons, all you found was a Remington-870 some knives a GLOCK-17 a riot helmet and thick jacket with beartraps, and flashbangs you knew at this very moment this was good to use you started putting metal armor all around your truck knowing you will hunt this creature down.

As you drove back to the area, you saw it you set up beartraps and lethal Vietcong traps it stepped in some as it was injured, charging towards you but one small problem. It stepped on a flashbang trap as it fell to the ground you kicked it's head and finished it with a headshot it was now your world because you were the last person on earth but you saw more as you drove back off heading into a cabin boarding it up, you went in a bed and woke up preparing to hunt the last down, you put on a entire vest thick layers and grabbed your traps and a assault rifle.