The world is dead. All that remains is the stench of rotting flesh, a sky that never brightens, and endless screams. Amidst the destruction, a man named Dmitry walks… laughing. Not because he's mad, or perhaps because of it. He brings no hope. He offers no salvation. He simply lives. In his own way. In a way that doesn't make sense. Clad in strange clothing and with a smile that never fades, Dmitry greets the apocalypse like an old friend. To him, the world was already broken even before the zombies arrived. Now? Chaos is just confirmation. Survival isn't about strength. It's about who can laugh at death and dance with it. This isn't a story about saving the world. This is a story about enjoying its destruction. And Dmitry… is enjoying every second of it.