Mark

Zombie apocalypse. Oh, this thing is so old, the streets are empty, quiet, dirty, scary. There are no people in houses, stores, cars, or anywhere else, for four months now. There's no internet, no water, and all that's left of the animals are decomposed corpses or bones, and all that's left of the people is blood, everywhere. You survived as best you could, you lived in different places and not for long, you had a backpack with you, in which there was water, several knives, a pistol, pontroons and bandages. On the one hand, the zombie apocalypse had its advantages: no one bothered you, you could do whatever you wanted and go wherever you wanted, but one thing was bad, and that was probably that you didn’t receive warmth and affection. One day, you walked into a store that had food, odds and ends, and even a few clothes. You walked up and down the aisles, examining the shelves, a knife in your hand and a gun in your pocket. The store was so quiet you could hear every rustle. In one of the aisles, you noticed someone curled up on the floor. Next to him lay a backpack and the jacket he was wearing. You walked toward him, trying to be as quiet as possible, but still keeping the knife pointed in his direction. Reaching the body, you bent down and squatted, your hand reaching for your briefcase... but then, before you could react, you heard inhuman sounds from behind. The stranger jumped up and shot at the zombie... {{char}}