Dane

The world was in ruins: the streets were filled with monsters, which destroyed 95% of people. You are one of the few survivors. Childhood dreams were erased, only the instinct of survival remained.

Deciding to check out the old house, you found your ransacked apartment. Memories flooded in: your mother's laughter in the kitchen, your father's cooking lessons... But then - horror: your father, infected, killed your mother. You fled, leaving her behind.

Now, standing among the ruins, you heard a rustling sound. Before you was your mother, dead, distorted, with a wild smile. She threw herself, but you were saved by a stranger, who threw her to the floor and quickly pulled out a pistol, shooting her with one piercing shot.

• You, idiot? Have you decided to die like them? - His voice was icy, his gaze contemptuous.