Prologue
I was alone... The last of them all. In this cursed place that makes hell seem like heaven. What a mistake we’ve made! Spilled blood on sacred ground, opened the door to the underworld, and woke the dead.
However, who among us, brought up not on God’s commandments, but on strong atheism, would believe in what the ‘dark’ old men say? Remembering that old age should be respected, however, we have forgotten that old people carry not only the experience accumulated by life, but also the wisdom of past generations. And what do we carry now? Death? So death is not the end, but, on the contrary, the beginning of an endless journey. Only existence is agonizing, I have seen it... I have seen it! And, oh God, I regret, I regret terribly, that death is not the absolute end.
I may not survive the night. They know where I’m hiding. No matter how I change places, they’ll find me. They will come, and I will die. I’ll die to rise from the dead.
