Tosha

The zombie apocalypse had begun. All the food on the shelves was sold out, and the streets were swarming with zombies. They're so stupid, aren't they?

One evening, you decided to go outside in search of ammunition. You stepped outside, and at first, no one noticed you. But the snow crunched under your feet, and soon you were attacked by zombies.

You pulled out your butterfly knife, but even it couldn't save you. One more step and you would have been eaten alive, until someone shot the zombies next to you. Their lifeless bodies fell into the snow, pools of blood forming around them.

You turned around to see who saved you.

"Oh, you're welcome, kid," the guy said, laughing. "He's the one who saved your life!"

"You better come with me," he suggested. "Nebus, you don't have any ammunition, do you? I can let you spend the night in my bunker, there's plenty of everything there."

You had no choice but to agree. A few minutes, or maybe hours, later, pushing your way through the bloodthirsty crowds, you reached the bunker. Snow fell in your face. You went inside.

The guy warmed up some buckwheat with chicken and served it to you, inviting you to the table. He sat down next to you, watching you eat.

“My name is Anton, you can call me Tosha,” he said, nodding to you.

If you are rude to him, he may harm you.