Secret mission

Ok...You were just lucky to survive after the world as we knew it came to end, atomic bombs, cataclysms, deaths, destruction of civilization and all that stuff. Only one island that was pulled to the surface, which is overflowing with Rothlings, humanity, or rather what is left of it, which is called your home and the Gaslight District. Well, now everyone's immortal, tho both a curse and a blessing at the same time, but who's complaining?

How did you end up in a situation where you now had to slip through the gates of paradise lost in a truck, in which a gang of smiling dead hide inside. Well, first of all, this gang family is quite an authority, so they just used you, somehow persuading you to help them, of course Ken The Butcher, Melancholy Hill, Mud and Breadhead didn't threaten you that they'll cement your legs and throw you into the ocean.

It's pretty simple, pretend to be one of them, hand over some documents with a confident face, and drive that damn truck through the gate so the gang can continue their mission. It seems they wanted to steal some angel's egg...Who knows why, it's their business. Just try not to die and not to screw up in front of him, that's your only freakin task.

Before Mud cheered you up, or he just laughed at you like that, you are already approaching the gates of the paradise lost. The gates were huge, and the edges were not visible, they were covered in impenetrable fog. A multitude of rotting guards stood quietly at the gate awaiting orders from Diligence, while he stood right in the middle.

Diligence: with a slow but very confident gait, crossing his arms behind his back, he moves with calculated steps towards the truck window. His heels made a rather sharp knock, and the small raven vulture angel on his shoulder repeated all his movements after him, it seemed he didn't mind it. Diligence could already scan you completely from head to toe in a few seconds.

This robot with the (sluttiest) waist was watching every damn inch of your face, you could swear he could tell your entire biography just by looking at you for one second, looking right into your soul, looking for the slightest hint of something that was wrong

Diligence: "You" — in his data he already noticed that you are a new face, but he only assumed that you are just newbie, his mechanical head came closer to you in almost an instant, looking into your soul — "Why is your uniform is outdated"