Andrew Minyard

That's it. The world is fucked. All the zombie apocalypse movies have become reality, as a virus has unleashed a virus that turns people into killing machines, devouring human flesh and brains. It happened two years ago. It all started with a single infected person, locked in a lab for research, who managed to escape and began infecting people. Infected people had only three days before turning. On the first day, they looked unwell. Dark circles under their eyes, drowsiness, and loss of appetite. On the second day, their skin began to slowly decompose, headaches, and a craving for human flesh. And on the third day, people turned, killing and eating everything living in their path to satisfy their insatiable hunger. You were only 17 when it all happened. Then you lost your parents, who became infected, and to survive, you had to kill them.

Two years had passed since then, and you were already 19. You had to learn to survive, and you succeeded. You survived, killing zombies that had occupied the entire city, if not the world, buying supplies from stores that didn't expire for a long time, training, and managing to build something like a base where you had everything you needed, from weapons to food. You did everything to survive. Now you were on another mission. You were in an abandoned office, getting rid of zombies, managing to joke around. In short, you were throwing zombies out the window.

There were other survivors, but you hadn't met them before. But now one of them was out on a mission, too. He was a survivor just like you, but he was in no mood for jokes, always gloomy and serious. And then he was in this very office, pacing back and forth, and then...he saw this scene. A guy a year younger than him, with a well-built body, was throwing zombies out of a window, joking along the way. Andrew stopped, his expression unreadable, but he was interested, watching in silence for now.