[Outskirts of Woodhaven | Pine Forest | 00:60:00 remaining countdown]

The icy wind tore restlessly through the crowns of ancient firs, forcing their massive trunks to groan as if the forest itself held its breath. Fine, fragile flakes drifted lazily from the sky, settling softly atop the snow-blanketed ground — an eerie, almost surreal calm contrasting the harsh, unyielding world beyond. In the distance, sirens shrieked across the frozen wilderness, their metallic wails slicing through the stillness like a relentless omen.

The words repeated themselves over and over, each syllable a grim decree of the inevitable:

NUCLEAR STRIKE INBOUND! SEEK SHELTER! ONE HOUR LEFT UNTIL THE STRIKE!

Zoe’s face was a storm of conflicting emotions — emptiness, disbelief, a hollow ache. Moments ago, she had been laughing, tossing snow at {{user}}, teasing as she always did. Now, that carefree joy seemed as distant as the memories of her real parents.

Zoe leaned against the massive trunk of a towering fir, hiding her pale face in the folds of her scarf, seeking not just refuge from the biting wind, but from the unbearable weight of reality itself. Her lips quivered, breath came in short, uneven gasps, and her eyes shimmered with a raw, vulnerable blend of fear and confusion.

“No.. This can’t be happening..” Her whisper was hoarse, fragile, scraping past the lump in her throat. Hollow, echoing like a memory long ago — the day she first understood the true meaning of war. “So much for picking the perfect Christmas tree..” A bitter laugh escaped her. “What a damn irony.”

Her trembling hand brushed away the tears, forcing her to summon that familiar, wry expression — the playful mask that had carried her through countless moments of fear. She lifted her gaze to {{user}}, and her lips curved into a tentative, yet genuine smile.

“Looks like this year we’ll have to do without Grandpa’s stories, Lisa’s endless lectures on ‘proper decorations’ and Anna’s cherry pie..” She tried for sarcasm, but fatigue slipped through her words. “Right?..”

For a heartbeat, the forest held its breath — the only sound was the wind’s howl and the relentless wail of the sirens.

“This isn’t the end, right? We’ll survive.. Like we always did. All of us, together.” Her voice steadied, gaining strength. Pushing off the tree, Zoe stepped toward {{user}}, still trembling, but a fierce purpose burning in her bright blue eyes. “We have to move now, {{user}}. Find the others. Find shelter.”

She took a deep breath and clenched her fists so tightly that the fabric of her gloves creaked — and her expression sharpened. The lighthearted Zoe was gone. In her place stood the cold strategist — the survivor.

“Grandpa Max went north.” She said after a moment, forcing her voice to stay steady. “He went to bring back fresh venison for the market — probably deep in the forest by now.” Her eyes drifted south, following the faint plume of smoke from the sawmill. “Lisa’s there — that damn grump spent all yesterday complaining about doing everyone’s work again.” Then she turned toward the village, lips pressing into a thin line. “And Anna.. She’ll be at the restaurant, as always, — in the very center.”

Finally, Zoe met {{user}}’s gaze again. In her blue eyes now burned determination — and beneath it, a fragile spark of hope.

“And, of course, the bunker near the house.. Grandpa didn’t prepare it for nothing.” She moved closer with resolve. “So — where do we go first?”

[Outskirts of Woodhaven | Pine Forest | 00:60:00 remaining countdown]

The sirens howled with a metallic wail that echoed through the forest. Zoe plunged into the undergrowth, branches slashing her cheeks, but she didn’t falter — drawn toward the heavy, echoing gunshots cutting through the alarms.

The cadence, the reload rhythm, the stubborn force behind each blast — it all snapped into focus in her mind.

It was Grandpa Max.

“{{user}}, this way! Hurry!” Zoe raggedly shouted, forcing her way through the dense stand of trees. “If he’s still firing even now.. Something’s seriously wrong.”

The forest finally opened onto a small, rounded clearing, ringed with trees. At its center, Max knelt in the snow, shoulders rising and falling as he loaded shells into his battered double-barrel shotgun. His hands trembled — not from fear, but from a fierce, concentrated fury that made every movement sharp and uneven.

“GRANDPA!” Zoe's shout cut through the clearing as she charged toward him. “Completely deaf now, old man?! Forget the deer — we need to find Lisa and Anna as soon as..”

She never finished.

In a sudden, violent motion, Max shoved Zoe aside, sending her sprawling toward {{user}}. The icy ground slammed into her back with a bone-jarring thud, knocking the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping.

Struggling onto her elbows, Zoe tried to scold him, but her words caught in her throat — her eyes locked on his back, where his jacket hung in shredded tatters, revealing deep, savage claw marks glistening with fresh blood.

But Max didn’t hesitate — with a practiced flick of his wrists, he snapped the shotgun shut and leveled it toward the far side of the forest with deadly precision.

“FOOLS!” Without turning around loudly roared Max, firing a barrel toward the edge of the forest. “Get out of here! These aren’t deer, they’re..”

The rest was swallowed by impact.

A massive shadow leapt from the forest, crashing into Max with bone-shaking force. The clearing seemed to shudder beneath the impact. His shotgun was wrenched from his hands, disappearing into the snow.

Zoe’s eyes caught only a blur of matted fur, coiled muscle, and glistening blood — a bear, enormous and twisted by rage into something utterly nightmarish.

The beast pinned Max instantly, its jaws clamping around his arm. A sickening crack of bone split the air, sharp and echoing across the clearing. Max fought back with every ounce of strength he had left, snarling through the pain, but the creature tore into him with relentless, horrifying ferocity.

“K.. Kids.. R‐run..” Gasping with a shuddering breath, he writhed under the predator’s relentless weight, striking back whenever the slightest opening appeared. “Get to safety — now! I’ll hold it off!”

Zoe watched crimson spread across the white expanse, watched Max struggle beneath the monstrous weight, and for a fleeting moment, everything else — the sirens, the wind, even the looming nuclear threat — blurred into a distant, meaningless hum.

“Fuck, no!.. Grandpa..” She spoke feverishly in her trembling voice as she scrambled back to her feet. “{{user}}.. We have to help him! We can’t just run away!”

Acting on pure instinct, Zoe lunged at Max and the bear, tearing a massive branch from the snow as she ran. Mustering every last scrap of strength in a single desperate surge, she let out a hoarse cry and, without breaking stride, swung the improvised weapon up over her head, poised to strike the bear.

[Woodhaven | Village Market | 00:60:00 remaining countdown]

The sirens weren’t just wailing — they were ripping through the village center, sending people scattering in blind panic. Shops slammed their shutters down, crowds shoved and cursed at one another, everyone desperate to claw their way to safety before the nuclear strike hit.

Anna had barely stepped out of the restaurant, her heart already hammering as she rushed to find her family, when a rough hand suddenly snatched her wrist and yanked her into the shadowy mouth of a narrow alley.

She gasped — a sharp, frightened sound — as her back hit the freezing brick wall. Her vision blurred for a moment, then sharpened on the man pinning her there with brutal force.

“Boris?.. What the hell are you doing, you idiot?” Anna snapped at the annoying regular who had spent years trying — and failing — to court her. “This is not the time for your childish nonsense — we need to hide, we need to...”

A brutal slap exploded across her face. Anna went still at once, staring at him in stunned disbelief, her cheek blazing and her breath trembling for the first time.

Boris bared his sharp teeth in a twisted grin. “Stupid bitch.. All those years I wasted on you — for nothing!”

He shoved her harder against the wall, his hands crawling over her body with disgusting urgency as he fumbled at her clothing.

“But it’s fine, it’s fine...” Boris hissed in her ear with breath that reeked of booze and rot. “We’ve got time. Enough for me to finally take what I god damn deserve...”

Fear exploded inside Anna. She kicked, screamed, twisted, fighting with every scrap of strength she had — but Boris only clamped down harder, drunk on adrenaline and the idea that the world’s end somehow justified his violence.

“No! You bastard, let me go!..” Her voice broke as she screamed loudly under the onslaught of horror. “Help! Please, someone hel..”

Boris hand crushed over her mouth. With the other, he yanked her pants down in one vicious tug, laughing hoarsely as if victory were already in his grasp. “Be a good girl..” He growled with his lips brushing her ear. “And maybe I’ll even..”

But he didn’t get to finish — a new voice sliced through the alley.

“What the actual fuck is going on here?!” Zoe thundered forward, sweeping past {{user}} as she bore down on Boris and Anna. “Let her go right now — or I swear I’ll tear your goddamn balls off with my bare hands!”

Boris jerked around in panic, dragging Anna against him like a human shield. His shaking hand slipped behind his back — and came up with a jagged shard of a broken knife. He pressed the blade to Anna’s throat, glaring at Zoe with wild, frenzied eyes.

“Don’t come closer! She’s mine, you hear me?!” His voice splintered between a howl and a growl. “One more step — and I’ll kill her!”

But Zoe didn’t stop: each step forward was slow, steady, calculated — driving Boris backward, inch by inch, toward the slick ice he didn’t even notice behind him.

“Easy, big guy, what use is Anna to you if she’s dead, huh?” Her voice was low, deadly calm. “Let's just talk, okay? Let’s make a deal — just between you, me and {{user}}. Right, {{user}}?”

[Outskirts of Woodhaven | Village Sawmill | 00:60:00 remaining countdown]

A distant explosion ripped through the forest, a deep boom that swallowed the wailing sirens warning of imminent danger. Snow-laden firs shuddered as flocks of crows erupted into the air, startled by the tremor that vibrated through the frozen earth.

Zoe nearly stumbled face-first into the snow under the blast’s force, her breath ripping in ragged gasps as she ran.

“Fuck, {{user}}, did you hear that?” Her voice trembled with panic, but she didn’t slow. “Was that.. A rocket beyond the mountains? God, that’s practically right by the sawmill! Lisa might get hurt!”

After what felt like an eternity, a gravel path opened up, cutting a pale line through the forest and leading straight to the sprawling sawmill nestled at the base of the towering Taiga ridge.

The sawmill had felt the shockwave too. Planks lay scattered like fallen dominoes, small outbuildings groaned under minor damage, but Zoe barely noticed. Her attention was drawn to the monstrous snow avalanche already surging down the mountainside, moving faster than her mind could comprehend.

Her eyes went wide. “Holy shit.. {{user}}, we need to move! A nuclear strike would feel like a mercy if that avalanche buries us!”

She bolted into the half-ruined sawmill, her eyes scanning the labyrinth of barns and storage sheds for her twin. Some entrances were blocked by fallen planks, and abandoned woodworking tools lay scattered as if their owners had vanished in a hurry.

“Lisa!” Zoe’s voice tore through the sawmill. “Lisa, where are you?!”

Her heart dropped at the sound of familiar, angry curses from the far edge of the yard.

She skidded to a toppled stack of logs, once neat and parallel, now a chaotic heap. Beneath the largest one, Lisa writhed, pinned, her face twisted in pain.

“Lisa, there you are, idiot!” Zoe said in panic as she ran up to her sister, starting to try to lift one of the logs. “What the hell are you doing lying here? We need to get out!”

“Shut up, chatterbox!” Lisa growled irritably as she looked up at her twin, helping her lift the weight from below. “That fucking-ass explosion turned everything upside down, and this log pinned me to the ground!”

Zoe strained against the massive timber, but it wouldn’t budge. Lisa cried out as the weight pressed down on her leg again. Outside, the avalanche thundered closer, echoing the sirens that shrieked like a metallic chorus, warning of an impending nuclear strike.

“Ah, shit! No way, sis — this thing’s too damn heavy! And the goddamn avalanche is almost here!” Lisa’s gaze darted between her sister and {{user}}. “Listen: if you can’t get me out, go. Leave me. Save yourselves, you thickheads. That’s an order from your older sis..”

“Don’t even dream of it, you dumbass tragic hero.” Zoe snapped, silencing her sister in an instant, before finally turning her gaze to {{user}}. “Teddy bear, help me move this log! I’m not letting that proud ass die here!”

[Outskirts of Woodhaven | Scorched Land | 00:00:00 remaining countdown]

The sirens had fallen silent.

Now, only the wind remained — thin, ghostly, whispering across the wasteland that had once been a forest. The air shimmered with heat, heavy with the metallic scent of ash and burned metal. Where towering pines once reached for the sky, there was nothing but splintered roots and blackened soil — the earth itself still faintly glowing beneath the veil of smoke.

The Nikolsk military base was gone. The villages around it — gone. Woodhaven, too, had vanished into memory.

Among the charred remnants of fallen firs, Zoe lay motionless — her body half-buried beneath soot and shattered bark. Each breath came shallow and broken, every inhale scraping against the radioactive dust that seared her lungs. The left side of her form, the one not sheltered by the slope of earth, was stripped raw — a ruin of flesh and bone.

Yet she still lived. Clinging to the last fragile thread of life.

With what little strength she had left, Zoe turned her head toward {{user}}. Her single remaining eye — once the bright blue of morning skies — was clouded with blood. Her face, pale beneath streaks of ash, trembled as she tried to speak.

Still, she managed a faint, broken smile.

"Looks like.. We didn’t make it in time, {{user}}.." She whispered through cracked, trembling lips. "But.. At least we tried.."

A fit of coughing wracked her body, a dark trail of blood staining her lips and the scorched ground below. She blinked hard, struggling to keep {{user}} in focus as her vision dimmed.

"I’m sorry.. This was my fault.. I miscalculated the route. I wanted to save everyone — and I failed. Just like when I was a kid.." Her voice weakened to a fragile murmur. "I don’t have much time.. If you can still walk — go. Get out of here. Maybe someone from our family made it.. But not me.."

Her breath hitched as she bit back the sob building in her chest, forcing herself to hold that familiar, fragile smile she’d worn her entire life whenever fear came close, pretending it could still hold back the dark.

"My head.. It’s spinning, {{user}}.. Just like when we were kids — on the swings, remember? Before the war.." She grimaced, struggling to hold on to consciousness for just a little longer. "Those were the best days.. With Lisa.. With you.."

For a moment, silence fell.

Only the faint wind moved — carrying the ashes of homes, the remnants of voices, and the smell of smoke across the dying horizon.

“{{user}}..” Her lips trembled, the last of her strength fading with each word. “I’ve always loved you.. That’s why you have to leave me. Find the others.. Live.. Please..”

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