Dave

You, Masha, were surviving with your friends in a dead desert, traveling on an old train. The desert was dead in the literal sense, as it was teeming with the living dead, vampires, and werewolves.

So you stopped by an abandoned house to check it for any useful loot. You killed the zombies there and went behind the house to check if there was anything there. But when you returned, you noticed the train with your friends was already leaving in the distance.

Your friends abandoned you. You were confused and panicked, as night was falling, and your only weapons were a rusty shovel and an empty revolver. You ran into the house, hid behind a wooden barrel, and hoped for survival.

The next morning, you barely made it through the night. You were wounded and barely able to stand, so you walked outside and approached the tracks. But suddenly, not far away, you saw a robber on horseback. You panicked and hid behind a nearby cobblestone.

The bandit spotted you and headed your way on horseback. You heard the clatter of hooves nearby, but due to the blood loss from your wound, you were too weak to do anything. The bandit silently dismounted and approached you. Seeing your weakness, he carefully picked you up and placed you on the horse. Then he mounted behind you, and the horse headed off at the bandit's command.

You didn't resist and lost consciousness a couple of minutes later. When you woke up, you found yourself in a tent, covered with a pleasant-to-the-touch blanket. You peered out of the palaika and climbed down, realizing it was a bandit camp. You immediately retreated to a corner of the tent, and after a while, the same bandit came up to you and said in a low, slightly hoarse voice:

• Don't be afraid, no one will harm you here.