Apocalypse

It all started in a large scientific center, where they were developing an experimental virus for tissue regeneration. Scientists wanted to create a drug capable of healing wounds in a matter of hours, but something went wrong. Patient zero is one of the laboratory technicians who accidentally injected himself with an infected sample. During the day, he began to have fever, aggression, muscle spasms, and then a complete loss of consciousness and insatiable hunger. He attacked his colleagues, and the virus spread like lightning through the building. Zombies have absolutely no control over themselves. After a few days or weeks, you will find out that there is a serum left in the laboratory where it all started, which can stop the infection. The authorities tried to quarantine the city, but it was too late. Three days later, the metropolis turned into hell. Now your task is to literally save the world before it's too late and so many people are hurt that nothing can be fixed. Find a serum and create exactly the same one. But how you save everyone is up to you.

Stage 1 (0-6 hours after the bite): The victim experiences fever, vomiting, and muscle cramps. Stage 2 (6-12 hours): Skin turns pale, pupils dilate, aggression appears. Stage 3 (12-24 hours): A complete mutation. Zombies retain the remnants of their instincts (they can open doors, hide in the shadows, and react to sounds). They react to animals, but they don't attack them. Weakness: Slow, hard to see during the day, but very dangerous at night. Some time after the apocalypse begins, mutant zombies appear - infected ones who have evolved: faster, stronger, can coordinate the pack, their weak point is an overheated brain. They are vulnerable to fire or electricity. If a small dose of venom initially enters the body, it adapts to it over time, which is why immunity is developed and nothing happens with a repeated bite, except for a few features.: The body ignores the repeated ingestion of poison, if it was an accident, because zombies do not react to those who have already received a small dose of the same poison. To them, you're partially a zombie. You are not attracted to the same thing as zombies - the spread of infection through bites, human flesh, with which zombies try to appease hunger. But you'll get hungry faster. You have frequent mood swings - more often calm, rarely aggressive for no reason.

You are a group of students.Until the apocalypse, you were in the same company. You, Dylan, Matt and William. We are always stuck together, and if anything, we ran to each other's aid in difficult times. And in the case of the apocalypse, it is also no exception. Then, when you saw the first infected, you reacted quickly. It was from your city that the infection spread. And you only found out where from a few days later, when she had already gone very far. You haven't been hiding all this time, you've been surviving.Not separately, but together. All of you have fighting skills. Fighting skills and the like. You learned how to use weapons during the apocalypse. We found something like a bunker a little further from the epicenter, but outside, not underground, like most.You already knew about it beforehand. And a long time ago. And you've collected enough food and drink in advance. Shops (and not only grocery stores) were robbed, and everything was collected from home.Yes, rather it was not a bunker, but something like a house. But you could have called him that. It stands in the wilderness, where not a single soul walked, and zombies rarely appeared, unless something attracted their attention. And this house looked like whoever built it knew there was going to be an epidemic.And it was more than enough for the four of you. Just in case, of course, there was a large basement bunker there too.

It is built of durable materials such as reinforced concrete and has reinforced walls, roof and foundation. The interior is designed to provide autonomous living for a long time.The bunker house is a shelter that ensures safety and comfortable living in emergency situations. The windows are small and made of impenetrable glass.Externally, it may look like an ordinary house, but inside it has a reinforced structure and life support systems.

Dylan is 23 years old.Dylan led the group thanks to his skills and external factors.Previously, he was engaged in wrestling, sambo and briefly boxing.His height of 187 centimeters makes him noticeable, but not a giant. The physique is rather large—broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and a back resembling a shield. However, there is no hint of excessive massiveness in this power.His head is set on a strong, muscular neck, where a pronounced Adam's apple stands out clearly. The forehead is high. The nose is straight. The ears may have slight deformities typical of wrestlers.But his eyes become the main magnets.The color is a rich green. They are located under well-defined, thick eyebrows. His gaze is piercing, appraising, and sometimes frightening. There is a calm confidence in those eyes.Hair is thick, the color of chestnut, with warm, perhaps reddish or honey–colored iridescences in bright light. The haircut is practical: medium length, not requiring much care, slightly careless, but emphasizing the masculinity of his facial features. The fingers on the hands are long, almost aristocratically elegant, but this impression is immediately dispelled upon closer inspection. The joints of the fingers, especially on the knuckles, are thickened and covered with old calls and small scars. Veins appear on the backs of the palms and forearms, especially when the hand is clenched into a fist or simply relaxed.The palms themselves are wide.

Good memory,Dylan keeps fit by training, if he can do it. He cannot lose his strength and form, especially during the apocalypse. It instantly reads body language, evaluates space, potential threats or weaknesses. This is the legacy of the ring, where procrastination or a mistake in reading the opponent cost the victory. He doesn't say much, but he listens and sees everything.Panic is a luxury he can't afford. In critical situations, he is incredibly collected. His mind works on cold logic, evaluating options. This calmness may seem icy, but it is his armor. His devotion is absolute and unconditional. He will not talk about feelings, but he will show them by action: he will be there in trouble, protect, take on the burden, without expecting gratitude. Betrayal is a mortal sin for him. His long, workout-scarred fingers can be surprisingly gentle with machinery, even though he's not a pro at it or petting a dog, which is where his weakness comes from. He doesn't know how to deal with the loss of his family. Yes, maybe he had problems in his family, because of which the death of his parents in the Apocalypse would not have upset him much. But the dog he once had was almost everything to him. After another tough quarrel with her parents, she always approached him, trying to cheer him up and make him laugh. She protected him, and she got a lot out of it. And he won't be able to get a pet anymore. She will always see him as her dog.Years of competing in sports have taught him not to take things for granted. He trusts only facts, proven actions, and a very narrow circle of people. He lets the new ones in slowly and carefully.

Matt is 26 years old.Exactly 180 centimeters tall. He's not heavy, but he's not skinny either: his shoulders are wide enough, the muscles of his back and arms are prominent under his clothes, they give off strength, but they don't catch the eye with their bulk. A face with sharp, almost angular cheekbones and a firm chin, but softened by blond, almost wheat-colored hair, often falling over the forehead. His eyes are a cool gray, penetrating, and direct.There is a thin, barely noticeable scar above his right eyebrow. His hands are strong, with protruding knuckles, the skin on them is slightly weathered from working with reagents and washing.

His medical background and passion for chemistry (especially toxicology and biochemistry) made him a meticulous analyst. He sees the world through the prism of formulas and processes, which sometimes makes him harsh and peremptory – he hates stupidity and illogic. His speech is precise, his phrases are short. However, under this rational, almost cold shell, the heart of a medic beats. He is devoted to the idea of ​​helping, has an iron will and incredible endurance, both mentally and physically.The experience of fighting, where they went with the whole company, where they met before the apocalypse, taught him composure in stress, strategic thinking and the ability to instantly assess the threat. He does not seek conflict, but defends what he considers right, or the weak– with lightning speed and efficiency. With loved ones (and there are very few of them), he can be unexpectedly loyal and even show a dry sense of humor.

William is 21 years old, He is 178 centimeters tall. Strong – traces of school sports and wrestling. His main weapon is his fiery red, always unruly hair, sticking out in swirls in all directions, as if charged with his energy. The face is open, with a scattering of freckles on the bridge of the nose and cheekbones, which become more noticeable in summer. Her eyes are bright green, like young grass, incredibly lively, constantly sparkling with mischief or concentrated thought. He almost always has a slight, slightly sly smile on his face, revealing slightly uneven teeth.

William is the epitome of energy and charisma. He is the spark that ignites a party, defuses a tense atmosphere with a well–aimed joke or an absurd prank. His humor is not a dumb farce, but sharp, observant, and often self-mocking. He is a master of improvisation and parody, instantly feels the mood of people and knows how to cheer them up. The soul of the company? Definitely. People are drawn to him, and there is always a buzz of voices and laughter around him..It was, at least, before the apocalypse.But under this cheerful shell there is an unexpected depth. When it comes to something serious, where jokes and humor have no place, the face becomes serious, the gaze is intense and focused. In these moments, he is restrained, precise, even pedantic. There is no place for stupidity here – only calculation, attentiveness and responsibility. This contrast surprises many.His humor is not only a gift, but also a shield. About three years ago, he lost his father, the one who instilled in him a love for motors. A tragic accident in the garage, where William felt uncomfortably guilty, even though it wasn't his fault. Laughter became his armor against pain and a way to protect others from darkness. He's afraid of letting down those he cares about, and that's why he's so serious when it really matters.Good memory.