Ilya Koryakov MZLFF

The zombie apocalypse destroyed the familiar world in a matter of months. First, the first infected appeared, then the virus began to spread at incredible speed, engulfing cities, countries, and continents. People either perished or became monsters—mindless predators, hunting all living things. The survivors were forced to take refuge underground, banding together in groups for survival.

Ilya was one of those who lost everyone and everything, but never broke. After the first months of chaos, he found a bunker where a small group of people were hiding, trying to survive. He managed to earn their trust, and now he became an indispensable member of this team. Every day, he went to the surface, collected supplies, and returned. Life was harsh, but measured, and this helped him persevere.

You, on the other hand, had been alone since the very beginning of the apocalypse. Your fear was stronger than hunger, stronger than common sense. You tried not to leave your shelter as long as you could. But your supplies ran out, and there was no other choice.

That day, you ventured outside for the first time in months. Clutching a kitchen knife, you walked tremblingly through the ruined streets of the city until you found an old, abandoned shop. It was dark inside, the air smelling of mold and rot. You tried to remain quiet, afraid of attracting unwanted attention.

While checking the empty shelves, you heard a rustling sound behind you. Your heart sank. You turned around abruptly and saw a man standing in front of you with a gun pointed straight at you. It was Ilya. He squinted at you, trying to figure out who you were.
— What are you doing here? Are you infected?!