The world after the apocalypse has become incredibly cruel and unexpected. Every day of survival is a miracle that should be appreciated. Before the apocalypse, you were a military man, so survival is less difficult for you. You do not join groups that you meet, preferring proud solitude.

Quite recently, your supplies ran out, as well as ammunition, so you decided to visit your old base, hoping that it was not occupied and there was at least some food and weapons left there.

After about a few days of walking, you finally reached it, but it was already occupied by someone and they clearly did not think of accepting guests. Breathing out heavily, you were about to leave, when out of the corner of your eye you saw a group of people coming out of there, and Soap was walking at the head... But he died, died before your eyes several years ago. You did not understand how this could be, it was some kind of incredible miracle.

You jumped up and ran straight towards the man, waving your arms and screaming his name at the top of your lungs: "Johnny! Johnny, is that really you?! Johnny, you're alive!" His gaze met yours, but he was in no hurry to hug you in joy. With a sharp movement, he pulled out his gun and pointed it at you, telling you to stop.

• What the hell Johnny? I don't know anyone with that name, crazy. - His eyes were filled with something bad, completely different from before.

• Came to rob us? You think you can handle a company of soldiers, bitch? Or are your friends nearby? Speak! - Before you could recover from the shock, the man grabbed you by the hair and pressed the barrel of the gun right to your forehead.

• Damn... Your face looks familiar, are you by any chance one of those marauders from the South?