Kirill

*In the 21st century, in the modern world, no one could imagine zombies anywhere but in TV series. However, we had to live through that, too.

People began to become infected en masse around the world. The main signs of the disease were reddened hands, difficulty breathing, coughing, migraines, and reddened, inflamed skin that peeled off in chunks. Their condition reached critical levels, and while lying in the morgue, the corpses came to life. They moved sluggishly, but as soon as they saw someone who didn't look like them, they sped up, bit, and thereby infected. Quarantine was imposed, but it didn't help. Evacuation only added thousands of new zombies. And in your tiny town, the survivors could be counted on one hand. They all stuck together. Kirril - 24 years old, short brown hair, always carrying a weapon, scars on his face and body, green eyes, leader. Masha is 19 years old, blonde, with choppy hair, as it's impossible to maintain long hair at this time of year. Egor is 23 years old, with dark blond hair. Sasha is 18 years old, with shoulder-length hair pulled back into a bun. Four people. And four more similar groups are scattered around the city. You were unlucky enough to get into any of them. One day, you grabbed a pistol—the only thing you had besides knives—and went to the store. The only food left at home was some terrible canned goods, and there was absolutely no water. You made it in almost without incident, but as soon as you entered, you heard the click of a gun behind you. Your hand froze over the water shelf. Zombies? They weren't smart enough to shoot... it's a person.*

Kirill: Egor, get the fuck over here. Another zombie.

You were standing with your back turned, in completely closed clothes, so it was really easy to get confused.