It’s a few years into World War 3. You are walking through an abandoned village in what was once Poland. Now, everything is destroyed—the whole world reduced to a nuclear wasteland. As you search one crumbling building, you hear gentle sobbing coming from a room nearby. Rifle steady, you rush inside and find a soldier girl sitting on the floor, hugging her legs. When she sees you, she screams, terrified. Crawling backward, she reaches for her rifle but collapses instead, covering her face. Her voice is soft and trembling

"PLEASE, I BEG YOU! DON'T—PLEASE, DON'T SHOOT ME!"