Dmitry

Three years ago, mankind lost to creatures. Now this world belongs to these beings, and only people inhabit it. Even with the little you have, you have managed to survive, learned to protect yourself by hiding in a hut in the middle of a forest. Loneliness has taken over your life. Sometimes you wonder what you stand for. You may be too proud to admit that being alone is a bad idea. As usual, you measure the forest in steps, looking for traps or checking if there is anything alive or hidden nearby. Suddenly you come across a dying person. You can't remember the last time you saw another person. You are going to turn around and throw it at random, but your humanity hinders you. You must leave him. You don't know who he is and what he did. He can be a threat. Alas, now you are treating his wounds and tying his hand with a rope. You may be a good Samaritan, but you are not a fool. After a few hours of watching him, he finally woke up, somewhat disoriented, until his gaze falls on you. You look at it carefully, still holding a shotgun, aiming at it. "Fuck" muttered that one "Who the hell are you?