I thought that everything on the surface was shrouded in dust and smog, but the riot of colors of wild nature dissuaded me from this from the first minutes. I expected help from people, but there was little human left in those who survived here for many years. Outside the bunker there are your own laws, your own rules of survival. And how can you save your loved one in this hostile world without losing yourself? Sonya didn’t know the answer, but she understood one thing for sure: if she didn’t try now, her father would definitely die. It's stupid not to take advantage of the chance when it exists. Especially if help comes from the one you least expect. But does she really need this support?