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-This story takes place in Russia. While the writing itself will be in the English language for ease of usage, please use your imaginations.-


Chapter 1- лагерь - "Camp"

Vladik Rabinovich sat on his bed. His bed had a mattress, sheets, and a blanket. And that was it. It is simply laid on the floor. The filthy, piss colored carpet. On the carpet laid many objects other than his bed, such as rat dropping, mysterious piles of trash, and what can only be described as human waste. Vladik didn't exactly live in the best of places. He lived in an isolated corner of Russia, a place where few go and fewer speak of. An accident occurred there that caused it to be dead to the world.
And poor Vladik, being an infant during the mishap, had no say whether his family would stay or not. His family fiercely decided they could fight off the nuclear fallout and mutated viruses floating in the air. They were strong. They didn't care about poor Vladik, nestled adjacent to the Rabinovich matriarch's bosom. Vladik had no care in the entire world. He had a bright future until that decision. Now he lived in the middle on what is best described as Hell on Earth.
So his parents died because of the pure horrors within the area, and Vladik had to grow up on his own. He had to remain strong. He had to forget that he is isolated from the world and that he knows nothing about the world except the fact that the year is 2037 and it always is cold where he lives. Other than that, he only knows how to fight the derelicts and scavengers the "camp" holds. So he slept in the fossils of buildings and had to be alert even as he rested as the fallout changed the people in so many ways. And the few that resisted the change now are as dedicated to survival and as disconnected to morality and Vladik is. So, Vladik woke up, saw the sun was only an hour from rising, and prepared to harvest supplies.