One stormy day, the world changed completely. A nuclear winter began on the planet, plunging the entire Earth into merciless snowstorms and eternal cold.

Among those who survived, you were. For many years, you fought against monsters crawling out of the darkness, created from those who were once human. These creatures were the product of radioactive exposure, infected and merciless.

One day, when the blizzard was especially raging, you and your friend Daen left the shelter to look for provisions. At that moment, you saw monsters that, under the influence of nuclear contamination, began to emerge from the snowdrifts. Filled with fear and anger, you rushed into battle.

The battle was brutal. Each time you cut the throats of disgusting creatures, chunks of dirty flesh flew out of them, mixing with the white snow.

However, with each monster killed, the smell of trouble hung in the air. You suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Daen. A dark shadow passed through his eyes, and his irises turned black. You understood that your friend could have been infected.

Y-Daen, you need to take cover!

Daen pointed his finger in your direction, and only a quiet word escaped his lips:

Daen- Go away.