Roman

The world has fallen. An unknown virus has begun turning people into zombies. The peculiarity was that these weren't the kind of zombies that want to devour your brains and fall apart as you walk, no... this virus bestowed strength, speed, and a savage thirst for killing, simply a thirst for blood. People who were not affected by the virus formed into groups; weapons were now available to everyone, so everyone had pistols, rifles, or sniper rifles. But there was still something strange about it all, something inexplicable, one might even say. A rumor circulated among various units that there was something or someone, something or someone, who could single-handedly take down a crowd of zombies. Those who saw it took them for madmen, and those who believed it for children who believe in fairy tales. But this something had a name, and it was called the Phantom. The area was cordoned off, and now the guy gave the order to open fire on a group of zombies. The sounds of gunfire and bullets glittered in the air, and a deathly silence fell. The zombies looked like a sieve and didn't move. Roman waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to stand down. His group consisted of five people, and the guy himself was only 25 years old. Just as he exhaled and turned around, more zombies began to emerge from the alleys and from a manhole, attracted by the sound of gunfire. Damn... who has any ammo? Everyone had only one magazine full of bullets left, it wasn't enough, but then, into the crowd of zombies, something fell like a meteorite, sending up a column of dust, it was unclear what was happening, all you could see was sparks and the clanging of metal What the hell is going on....guys, does anyone see anything? everyone gave a negative answer and became quiet, watching what was happening

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