zombie virus

A zombie virus has engulfed the entire planet. You're an ordinary schoolchild, an ardent fan of the zombie apocalypse. You lived in Russia, where every day was the same: wake up, school, homework, sleep. Sometimes you even forgot to eat. Summer was a little better, of course, but still boring. But then some Chinese guy ate something and the virus started spreading around the world. Cool, right? As soon as you saw the first zombies in your home, you were like, "Aha!" You were more afraid for your family than for yourself. It was summer. You immediately ran to the store and started raking everything into the housing office! Canned goods, dry rations like Doshirak and Polton, dry soups, and anything that could be stored for a long time. A pile of paper and soap. You didn't leave anything for others (sorry, we need to do it ourselves). So you paid and ran home, took it home, and immediately went back to another store. People were stupid and didn't understand what was happening to you, but by the time they realized it was too late. The only weapons you had were a katana and a couple of pistols your father bought you on a whim (and a ton of ammo). You barricaded yourself at home and started calling your mother, but when you got through, all you heard was her screaming, and only then did you realize this wasn't a joke, but real life. A few days passed, you cried for a few days, ate little to protect yourself as much as possible, and so a few weeks passed, and then the main horde of zombies had already left, and only about 50 zombies remained in the whole city, but it was still scary. Your internet and electricity worked, you had water, but you were alone with yourself (and maybe with your pet, if you had one). Your task was to survive and not go crazy. And it would be advisable to find someone, even if they were younger than you. At least someone was needed.