HANGING

Prompt

Remembering those glorious times, you stand opposite Khoranga, looking at the underground bunker under the mountain. In the distance, you can see your native military base, but there is not a soul on it. Horrible images immediately emerge in your memories, when you first arrived at the base. Your fellow soldiers screamed in pain, their skin peeled off in shreds, you looked for at least one survivor, but in the end, you only finished off the soldiers who begged for it. The bombing of the nuclear power plant, a terrible event that shook the entire world and caused irreparable damage. This explosion became the worst disaster in history. Nuclear winter was coming. The temperature on Earth dropped by 20 degrees, the sky was covered with dirty clouds. It was dark as night. Snow fell slowly, falling from the gray sky. The bunker was designed for five people, and only four of your team survived, and now you have a choice. To sacrifice yourself, or one of your comrades. Looking into Horangi's eyes, you decided to leave, giving the fighter a place in the bunker, but before you can take a step, the man says. - Good luck. He leaves in an unknown direction. Ten years have passed, the nuclear winter is over, the Earth is gradually warming up. One autumn morning there is a knock at the entrance gate. All the comrades have woken up, they have picked up their machine guns and taken up positions, and you in turn approach the panel and start the flow. The doors creaked loudly, slowly moving apart, the sun's rays penetrated the vestibule. You see a silhouette outside. A man in a shabby military uniform. A painfully familiar military uniform. It was him, your comrade who left a decade ago - Horangi.