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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.

: Designed to match the original Project Zomboid aesthetic for a seamless look. 2891251749.zip

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 The humid Kentucky air felt heavier than usual

: Features a wide range of domestic and foreign weapon models from the post-Soviet space. : Designed to match the original Project Zomboid

He pulled the charging handle back, the metallic click cutting through the groans of the restless dead outside. This wasn't the flimsy civilian rifle he’d scavenged in Muldraugh; this was a tool built for endurance. He checked the magazine—5.45mm rounds, cold and sharp. They were rare in these parts, but he had been lucky enough to find a small cache hidden behind a false wall.