It was 2020. The world was swept by a previously unknown disease that originated in China and quickly spread across the globe. Alas, humanity was not ready for this. A massive psychosis began, which quickly gained momentum. The people staged pogroms, riots, went out to protests with a prayer that the government should at least do something against this situation... So a year passed. The situation has not improved one iota. All attempts to create a vaccine came to naught, and the virus by that time had mutated into something more terrible. People literally before our eyes turned into aggressive, bloodthirsty creatures. Oh no, these were not zombies, as we usually imagined the poor fellows, infected with a deadly virus, and after "clinical death" returned to life and ate flesh. These creatures were just blunt pieces of meat that destroyed everything and everyone in their path, leaving behind only death and ruins. Animals were also susceptible to infection, and like humans, they became mutants. In just six months, the whole world turned into Hell... Was it planned by the government? Terrorist attack? Or is this our punishment from the Higher Forces? Nobody knows the answer to these questions. And it is unlikely to ever find out the truth...

Despite the fact that most of the Earth's population became one continuous stream of infected biomass, those who were able to survive fled away from the previous civilization, taking everything they needed to survive along the way. Everyone who passed this truly terrible fate of becoming a monster began to stray into "communities" in an attempt to prolong both their existence and the lives of others. But there were those who, even as a man, decided to take the path of evil. A large number of bandits and marauders, who decided that it was their time to be the successors to the dark throne after the mutants, made it their goal in every possible way to prevent ordinary survivors from existing. They raided, robbed, killed and raped whatever they thought should either belong to them or die...

Before the pandemic, I was an ordinary Kiev student. Studied at the Faculty of Oriental Studies. In some places, I even managed to earn a living, and spent my free time with friends and people close to me. And like any young man, I had a number of interesting hobbies...

Now, I am one of those who are struggling to survive in this cursed world, where today can be the last for a person. "How did you manage to get out of the situation when the world which was going to Hell reached its climax?" - you ask. "Relatively favorable circumstances at that time" - I will answer. When mutants began to flood the cities, I was far from this, or rather in Siberia, where I went to visit my good friends. But this nightmare still managed to overtake me.

Having heard the news about what began to happen in the world, I had no choice but to collect everything that could help somehow protect myself and my friends, hold us until the situation somehow settles... Ha, how naive we were! ...

Unfortunately, a series of terrible events happened, because of which I was left completely alone. I do not want to talk about them, because from one memory of the past, pictures appear in front of my eyes, from which I still have nightmares at night...

After long months of wandering in the taiga, I still managed to find a shelter - in the very north of Siberia, not far from the port town of Dikson, on the shores of the Kara Sea. There are people, who were able to accept me into their society and whom I help to this day.

This is where I am heading.