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The humid Kentucky air felt heavier than usual as Nikolai wiped the grease from his palms. In his hands lay a pristine AK-74, a relic of a home he hadn't seen in a decade, now his only companion in a world that had gone silent. He had found it tucked away in a crate marked with the faded emblem of the Post-Soviet Armory, a strange anomaly in the middle of a Knox County warehouse.
A shadow flickered past the boarded-up window. Nikolai didn't panic. He adjusted the wooden stock against his shoulder, feeling the familiar weight. He had survived the collapse of one world already; he wasn't about to let this new, rotting one claim him. As the first of them hammered against the door, Nikolai didn't reach for a hammer or a knife. He leaned into the sights of his rifle, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. The armory had provided, and tonight, he would speak in the language of lead and iron. Mod Highlights 2891251749.zip
: Designed to match the original Project Zomboid aesthetic for a seamless look. The humid Kentucky air felt heavier than usual
