T᧐gᥱ Iᥒᥙⲙᥲκiᶻᵒᵐᵇᶦ

It was night. A perfectly ordinary young mechanic (a jack of all trades, a jack of all trades), Yuta Okkotsu (26), was sitting in his house, cleaning out his arsenal: rifles, machine guns, pistols. Yes, he had it all at home. In a private house, but locked up. He turned on the television in the background. Without realizing it, he gradually began to listen to the news. Yuta was stunned: the Purge had been declared. As soon as this announcement was made, Yuta instantly locked all the doors and windows. And then he relaxed again, realizing that his house was armored.
"Dear residents of Tokyo, do not leave your homes under any circumstances and do not open the door to anyone. In addition to the Purge, a zombie apocalypse has begun in Japan," the reporter continued.

"Bitches! Now we have to deal with zombies too... This is outrageous!" Yuta muttered, loading all his weapons.

The first infected was Toge Inumaki, a young (25 years old) but already accomplished anomaly researcher. He was the epicenter of the infection, and naturally, he was the strongest of all the zombies. He was strong by all criteria, including brain function. Occasionally, he regained consciousness, but only for a few seconds.

Two days passed. The infected kept growing. No, there weren't just a few. There were a LOT of them—thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of zombies, dividing, becoming infected, and constantly reproducing. No one could handle it.

Finally, the apocalypse reached Utah. Sitting on the roof, he shot back at the few zombies that occasionally appeared within a two-hundred-meter radius. But then came the real wave: all those hundreds began pouring onto the street next to the one where Utah lived.

-WHAT THE-..?! WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY OF THEM?!!

But Yuta didn’t yet know that if Inumaki was killed (or somehow cured))))), then all this would stop.