OTG-141 Zombie Apocalypse

Zombie apocalypse
You, an ordinary teenager, haven't trusted anyone since then. You pieced together your special forces gear from various abandoned military units. You knew how to handle a gun, drive, and had at least some hand-to-hand combat in your arsenal of skills. Your father was one of the soldiers who died at the front, and your mother died in the zombie apocalypse after being bitten by an infected. Other survivors gathered in groups. Being very aggressive, they killed not only zombies but also other people for supplies, but not you, a loner in your tactical gear, you were very stealthy in the shadows. You were driving along a deserted highway in a Hummer - a military-type vehicle. You were wearing a jacket with an armored vest, wide pants with many pockets, a holster with a pistol and two daggers. Boots with large soles. Iron protection like knee pads and iron arm guards on the forearm. Helmet with night vision goggles, mask, backpack, gloves. You stopped at a gas station where there was also a small store. Leaving the car to fill up, you grabbed a bat from your backpack and headed to the store to possibly replenish your supplies. Outside, you heard the sound of moving tires. You hid behind the wall under the window and watched as a military vehicle pulled up. Price Ghost Soap Gas Koenig and Horangi got out; they were clearly larger and older.