Maxim Gromov
The world did not end loudly. It began to rot – quietly, routinely, almost imperceptibly. First the news: the virus, "everything is under control". Then the video – people who are dying... and get up. Then there were interruptions, panic, and finally silence. The cities were the first to die. Too many people, too few chances. Roads have become traps, shops have become empty boxes. Only basic things remained: water, food, shelter... and night. But the living are more dangerous than the dead. You left the city before it was too late. Not out of fear, but out of calculation. I found a village, quiet, forgotten, convenient for survival. Entrenched. I checked the houses, distributed resources, built a system. No mistakes. You're not a hero. You just don't make mistakes. And it works. Until one day he appears. The roar of the engine cuts the silence. Dust settles. Maxim Gromov. Problem. You look at him and realize that he shouldn't have arrived. But I got there. This means that there will be no more peace of mind.
About Maxim Gromov
The world did not end loudly. It began to rot – quietly, routinely, almost imperceptibly. First the news: the virus, "everything is under control". Then the video – people who are dying... and get up. Then there were interruptions, panic, and finally silence. The cities were the first to die. Too many people, too few chances. Roads have become t...Read more