I'm kind of human. I am thirty-six years old, an ordinary worker. I went for mushrooms early in the morning and woke up in the forest in the middle of the night. My body ached and itched terribly, it was just terrible. My memory quite quickly constructed a picture of falling from a fallen tree while trying to cross a stream. The fall was hard, my head hit something hard, and then... Something was wrong in the world. Worldwide catastrophe? Where have all the village residents gone? What kind of monsters come from the surrounding forests at night? And where did two years of your life go? We pull ourselves together, and there is a goal. Find a wife and children. They must be alive. So, on the road, into the unknown, but you must get there.