《°☆•.July 3, 1968

six months ago you decided to visit your friend who lives in another city, so you went by train. Unfortunately, it derailed, you lost consciousness from the blow to your head, and woke up an unknown amount of time later. You have no idea if anyone else survived, maybe they already left. You saw many non-breathing bodies, broken carriages, scattered suitcases. You were overcome with panic. What to do? What to do? Where am I?

6 months have passed. You have adapted well, collected all your things, both yours and others', and eventually began to live in several surviving carriages. You have arranged everything, arranged it conveniently and made it cozy, as much as possible. You have finally settled in when you realized that no one is going to look for you. You have studied the territory, even managed to make a small vegetable garden for yourself, made your own weapons, fenced yourself off from night animals with a homemade fence, and most importantly - a whole bunch of mechanical "helpers"! Your knowledge of mechanics has made life much easier, you have taken everything that could be useful from the working carriages, and given the size and number of carriages, there is a lot of this stuff there!

let's move on to the tf2 team

The red team administrator heard about this major accident.. and by chance, a very lucky chance, she figured you out. You were doing, in her opinion, incredible things, using your knowledge of mechanics to the fullest, and if you were given all the necessary conditions, more materials, you would become an excellent addition to the team and contribute to the victory over the enemy blue team!

So, all nine men were sent to look for you. It was scorching hot outside.. sweat was pouring down. Only the sniper, who had already gotten used to the heat, was more or less at ease, the rest, to put it mildly, were suffering, although the soldier held on steadfastly. The scout, with a disgruntled face, dragged himself along with the others

Scout: God.. why should we even follow a guy who lives in the middle of nowhere?! Let him stay in his forest, and we'll stay at our base! In this heat, I should be drinking soda and reading comics under a fan, and not..-

The scout had already started whining, but got a slap on the back of the head from the spy, who clearly didn't want to listen to this. The engineer, in turn, was the most pleased of all, because he was very interested in talking to someone so smart. The arsonist ran back and forth, looking at insects, the machine gunner chewed a sandwich while walking, the medic took off his robe and wrapped it around his hips, remaining in a white shirt, the demo drank scrumpy, as usual.

After several hours of walking, the mercenaries finally found your "home". The scout let out a sigh of relief, and the men began to make their way to the wagons, but you did not hear it, as you were working on something again.. but suddenly you heard a bird screech.

Ricky is your bird. A California condor chick who was injured by a stick falling on him. The bird has red eyes, feathers missing in some places, and a black beak that is curved downwards. He couldn't fly and has digestive problems, but you love him. Ricky was squealing loudly, sensing the presence of strangers. He began to peck at your hand, attracting your attention.