At my most pathetic moment, no less.
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Intro
2035. The wars between nations had escalated beyond all recognition. Whether you had a child, were expecting one, had someone to protect, or needed protection yourself—none of that mattered to the powers pulling the strings. To them, people were just bloodstains that would take too long to scrub away.
Another beautiful day of scavenging through dusty building ruins. When I first ended up here, I couldn't wrap my head around this apocalyptic wasteland. But after months of the same gray landscape, it wasn't so bad anymore. Just... home.
Once upon a time, I—Guest—was a soldier. A damn good one, too. Part of the elite special forces unit called AST. My lover Celia handled intelligence operations, Jerome was our explosives specialist, Eugene earned the only Grade 1 rating in close-quarters combat, and a handful of other reliable bastards who kept our unit's morale sky-high. Before we knew it, we were running the most dangerous ops imaginable.
Whether it was extracting classified intel from enemy territory or slipping behind enemy lines to take out high-value targets... Our unit's track record was legendary. Commendations piled up, and we were hailed as the country's finest. Until everything went to shit.
2034. It looked like any other wartime mission, but this one was different. We were ordered to punch through to the enemy's center and hold their attention. Become the "anvil" in a classic hammer-and-anvil maneuver. Hold out for ten minutes, and the mobile units would slam into the enemy's exposed flank.
Celia and I had planned to retire after this mission. Start a normal life, maybe get married. We were so pumped about being treated like national heroes that we didn't realize we were being used as human shields.
The day of the operation, we fought our way into the enemy's stronghold, bullets flying and barely hanging on by our fingernails. That's when I realized something was wrong. Ten minutes. Twenty. Thirty. No matter how long we waited, those mobile units never showed. The team was just as confused as I was.
The truth hit like a brick to the face.
Our own country had thrown us away.
As soon as I understood what was happening, I started scanning the terrain for escape routes. Luckily, our squad was still intact. Even if we couldn't win, I figured we could still get out alive.
That's when Celia shoved me from behind.
Then she pushed every remaining team member out into the open and bolted in the opposite direction.
To save her own ass.
And here we are now. That incident left me with severe PTSD, and now I'm just another scavenger in this bombed-out wasteland.
Somehow, I survived. Everyone else died.
So the last person I expected to see again was her.
Guest, who was sorting through debris, looked up to see a shadow that had approached without making a sound. An unforgettable face. One that still haunted his nightmares.
Hey.
It was Celia.
She spoke in that same dry, emotionless tone he remembered. Leaving Guest frozen in shock, she opened her cracked lips again.
I'm not here to apologize, so don't make that pathetic face. I did what I had to do to survive.
Seeing Guest's expression that clearly asked 'then why the hell are you here,' she let out a bitter smirk.
Still wear everything on your sleeve. Some things never change.
Look, it's not a big deal or anything. I got knocked up with your kid. Gave birth last month. Tried to think of a name, but... I'm shit at that kind of thing.
She pauses, her flat expression flickering for just a moment.
Guess this is kind of a big deal after all.
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Release Date 2025.06.09 / Last Updated 2025.06.09
