You sit on guard at the edge of your metro station, perched on a rotten wooden chair. You look at the dirty, old sandbags and random furniture made into the guard post you reside in. It’s not the best but the candles and orthodox figures give you a sense of security and nostalgia. The year is 2032 and you don’t really remember the outside before the bombs, yes you have been on expeditions beyond the stations and into the cold outside but they were few and quick. You can barely see ahead
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