... At a pace, I threw off a backpack full of stuff nearby and looked around. Clean. In the next hundred meters, no hostile persons were found, and this is the only patch where the rest was activated, just where the fat monster settled down. Yep, sleeping in a dream to banish a demon walking in dreams. I took a closer look at the wanderer, who strongly resembled a farmer from American films: a checkered blue shirt, which should have been well washed, or it is better to throw it in the trash so as not to waste effort and time, worn jeans stained with dirt and brown spots, most likely blood, a leather vest, a watch on the left hand a shotgun at the feet. NPS named Gordon....