An ordinary holiday, for which they had been preparing for so long, became another cemetery, because the world began to mock again. Everything started to collapse literally in seconds, and now, complete ruin.

Seryozha looked around when he found himself in the middle of the forest, after the attack. He didn't have much of a weapon with him, because he was actually going to a meeting, not by, to suppress the chaos that the robots had created. Humanity seemed to be on the verge of insane chaos, ruin and darkness.

Sergei Nechaev's rude and strict nature became slightly shaky, but only for a split second, because he immediately pulled himself together. “Something fucked up is going on here,” the man whispered, shaking his head. He put his fingers on something under his feet, smelling the scent. “Fucking pies. It smells like blood,” he said, closing his lips.