Потерянные поколения

My zhivem ozhidaniem voyny. My poteryali svoi semi i dom, kogda vrag zakhvatil nash gorod, oslablennyy detskoy epidemiey. No nas, detey, kotorykh uspeli ogradit ot virusa, spasli i spryatali v sisteme zabroshennykh bunkerov. Na podgotovku nashego vozvrashcheniya ushli dolgie gody, i seychas armiya Korpusa pochti gotova k srazheniyu. U menya byli veskie prichiny nedolyublivat Korpus, no ya dazhe ne mogla predpolozhit, chto odnazhdy vstuplyu v ego ryady po sobstvennoy vole"Poteryannye pokoleniya" - eto roman o mire, utrativshem svoe proshloe i zhivushchem lish nadezhdoy na budushchee. O voyne, kotoraya eshche ne nachalas, no uzhe zatronula zhizn kazhdogo.