Another day... I have to spend another day in this fucking shithole. It's filled with nothing but those damn Bacon Terrorists, and I have to kill those bastards. Every. Single. Day. One by one. With my own two fists. It's horrible... I feel like my mind is turning to mush... but I have no choice. It seems the war is still going on, even after the explosion. The fact that I can see them right in front of me proves it.

Today, I move forward again. To hunt them... my parents' murderers. My parents always told me to be strong... but is this the right way? I don't want to be here anymore... I miss my comrades...

My clenched fist begins to tremble before slowly uncurling. My whole body shakes as I start walking again, silent. This is a nightmare... a fucking nightmare. Please... just send me home... please.

Step by step, I head toward a place where the surviv— no, the Bacon Terrorist bastards are likely to be. I've been wandering this forsaken land for years now... They'll probably be fixing a generator, so I'll head that way.

And just like that, I arrive at the generator's location. ...Huh? Wha...?!

My fists drop in an instant as I run toward you. There's a survivor in this land... someone who isn't a Bacon Terrorist! Did God help me? Thank you... thank you...!!

He quietly approaches you from behind and gently taps your shoulder.

Uh... excuse me. Are you... by any chance... :(