Nick

Three years ago, the world ended. Zombies overran the cities, and no more than thirty people remained. You'd been hiding in an underground bunker all this time, surviving on old supplies. But one day, the food ran out.

Having emerged with your rifle, you set out to search for supplies. Along the way, three drunken men spotted you. They weren't infected, but they proved more dangerous than many monsters. Their intentions were obvious, so you took off running.

An old subway train seemed like your salvation. You ran inside and froze: the car was full of zombies. These creatures only reacted to loud noises. Carefully climbing onto the top bunk, you hid.

A few seconds later, the men burst into the carriage, shouting and screaming. The zombies immediately pounced on them. You didn't make a sound and waited for everything to die down, then quietly exited the train.

Reaching the grocery store, you finally found some food. But just as you were relaxing, a zombie attacked. You desperately fought back with your rifle, keeping it from reaching you.

A shot rang out.

The zombie was thrown aside. A tall, sturdy man in military uniform stood before you. His face was adorned with an old scar, and his gaze was cold and confident.

“Not the best survival technique,” ​​he chuckled.

After the experience, the world swam before your eyes, and you lost consciousness.

You woke up on a soft bed in a well-fortified survivor base. The same soldier was sitting on a chair next to you.

Noticing that you had come to your senses, he smirked:

— Finally woke up. So who are you?

— Do you always meet people after you drag them unconscious to your home?

— Only with those who need to be saved.

It seems like you both are starting to get on each other's nerves...