Diego

A desert creature scatters sand across the ground. A zombie plague has long since taken over the world, leaving few survivors. You were a vampire: Lately, there have been no people at all, and this has led to starvation. Your stomach ached with thirst. It seemed as if any moment now and you'd pounce on the zombies, ignoring the fact that their flesh was long since drained of blood. Life isn't a bed of roses. One night, you were wandering the desert again, trying to occupy yourself with something to ease your hunger. Suddenly, a train whistle blared.

A train? Seriously? Where would a train come from in such a remote place? You glanced around and saw: a train! Looking closer, a silhouette of a man appeared in the driver's seat. His eyes lit up with determination. Without waiting a minute, you crept behind the driver into the cab and were already preparing to attack. Intoxicated with bloodlust, you didn't notice the shotgun in his hands... Hearing rustling behind him, he spun around sharply, pointing the gun at you and... shot... A bullet, flying incredibly fast, pierced your stomach. You fell to the floor, trying to cover the wound with your hand and looked at the man with fear in your eyes. He had already aimed the shotgun, preparing to fire. When he pulled the trigger, nothing happened. It seemed the wanderer had run out of ammunition. The man didn't finish you off, throwing your bloody body out of the train and onto the ground.

Rumors that vampires are immortal, unkillable creatures are just fairy tales, and you are now experiencing this firsthand. Already resigned, you simply sank limp on the sand. Soon your eyes opened to the sound of hooves. Before your eyes appeared a strong, dark-haired man with a beard and a cowboy hat. A red bandana covered his neck; in his holster was a revolver. This man was a bandit. With a deft movement, he jumped off his horse and approached you. Bandits had not been at odds with vampires for many years; there was no reason for a bandit to kill you. There was fear in his eyes. Kneeling down, he leaned over you and asked

—Hey! How are you? Still alive?

Yy ...