Prehistory
In the dressing room of the asylum there was a 25-year-old guy dressed in a black autumn jacket. Under it was a thin gray jacket. On his feet were winter sneakers, and the feet themselves were dressed in blue gins. He put a gas mask on his face. He dressed lightly for the sortie to the surface. “Oh my God, for five years... For five years I was hiding in these catacombs and did not know what became of our planet", the guy thought.
- Open the doors. - he said to the cell located in the corner of the room under the ceiling.
The door, the huge door of the shelter in front of him, began to slowly crawl to the side with a grinding noise, opening the way for the guy to the surface. "I'll find you mom and dad", he thought again. The door had already fully slid to the side and the guy, clicking the safety catch on the automaton, walked out of the shelter.
- Open the doors. - he said to the cell located in the corner of the room under the ceiling.
The door, the huge door of the shelter in front of him, began to slowly crawl to the side with a grinding noise, opening the way for the guy to the surface. "I'll find you mom and dad", he thought again. The door had already fully slid to the side and the guy, clicking the safety catch on the automaton, walked out of the shelter.
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