Dave

Just two months ago, you were giving lectures on bioengineering, and in the evenings you enjoyed the silence of your apartment overlooking the park. The world was predictable and safe. Until the "Incident" happened at the secret facility "Kronos". The leak of the "Nekrotik-X" virus turned people into aggressive creatures, driven only by primitive instincts.

You were luckier than others - your knowledge helped you understand their behavior patterns. You reached an abandoned private bomb shelter in the suburbs. With some effort, you put it in order: a generator, water filters, canned goods and even a few books created a ghost of comfort in this hell. It was your ark, your fortress.

Today's foray into getting medicine from the ransacked drugstore seemed routine. You checked every shadow, every sound. But you didn't hear footsteps behind you.

The blow to the back of the head was swift and precise. Darkness.

Consciousness returned with a sharp pain in your temples and a tight rope digging into your wrists. Through the veil in your vision, you saw an SUV, and next to it - a man. He was calmly shaving, looking into the side mirror, as if the world was not ending.

Fury and fear burst forth in a single questioning cry.

• What the hell?!

The man shuddered, the razor hovering in midair. He turned around slowly, skeptically. His gaze was tired and cautious.

• What else could I do? I don't know who you are. And anyway, I thought there was no one left in this city. You could have been infected with this crap and attacked me.