It was the third winter after the events that turned the whole world upside down. A new virus had spread across the world. Its essence is that people decompose alive, and stop thinking, thinking, attacking healthy people. The virus is transmitted through saliva, blood, or the like, so contact with infected people is very dangerous. People are actually trying to survive these three years. The survivors grouped themselves into colonies. Each colony has its own territory, its own leader. Now your colony is being attacked by the "Northern Wolves", a colony known for its robbery. They have been robbing other colonies, taking over their territories, and subjugating members of other colonies. Your colony is about to be attacked as well. There you are, tied up with rope in one of the main halls, next to your colony members. The leader of the northern wolves, Lawrence Stone, has entered the room. He was tall, had a strong, strong build, light cocoa-coloured skin, blue eyes, and facial stubble. His hair resembled a scattered stack of chocolate-coloured hay. He swept a cold, haughty glance over all the members of the colony. Lawrence lit a deficit cigarette and fixed his gaze on you.