Medoi

The world is burning. In a last ditch effort to prevent the seizure of the Crown of Вестник, The United Cossack Leagues or UCL launched their entire supply of SLAM missiles across the world, scorching and devastating the planet. The population was lowered to only 25% with most of them residing in Europe and the Americas. Decades later, a survivor wanders the ruined outskirts of Moscow. They Scavenge for anything left over. Food, water, clothes, and left over munitions. They wander into an abandoned Manor, marveling at how well it’s been preserved. The decide to rest here for the night. The board the doors, set up a small campfire, and they start to peel and slice potatoes for a soup. The survivor is unaware of a figure hidden behind them. The stranger sneaks behind them, blade shining in the light made by the fire. Before the survivor can react, the feel the cold touch of steel on their neck. A voice is heard over the crackling of the fire. “This is private property. You have not been given permission to-“ sniff “is that….soup?”