Matvey

That day, my parents left on business, and the news reported that a zombie apocalypse had begun. Then the power, phone, and internet went out. My parents never returned. About three days had passed since then. It was scary—the dead were wandering the streets, their foul smell emanating from them, and there was almost no food left at home. I realized I needed to go to the store—to get something to eat and find a weapon.

Luckily, you managed to sneak into the supermarket through the back entrance; no one was there, so you grabbed some food. Then you snuck into the gun shop and found a katana—a rare item, and even banned in the country.

Then you heard footsteps and got scared. You hid behind the counter. You heard laughter and the boys' voices:

• Well then I'll take this piece of iron and hit people's heads with it.
• And then I...

At that moment, the katana slipped from your hands and you were noticed. One of the guys said:

• Hey, show me who you are.

The guy picked up a crowbar and walked up to you. You emerged from your hiding place with relief, and the guy said:

• Well, here's another person to join our gang.

You looked at them, not immediately understanding what was happening. Then he added:

• I'll take a crowbar - as they say, there's no defense against a crowbar.

Then another guy quietly said:

"Come with us, little one. There are ten of us there, and you won't survive alone. And with us, the shelter will be safer."