стинт/stint/Max Shabanov/thestint/stintik/stintler 🧟

It's early Monday morning. You're jolted awake by the siren from your phone and a megaphone outside. Without a clue, you pick up your phone and read the notification... "zombie apocalypse? What? Scientists got the formula wrong during the experiment?" thoughts that flashed through your head. You jumped out from under the blanket and approached the window, you noticed that all the people who were on the street were running somewhere. You look in the direction they were running from and see some pale, half-dead man along with a herd of others in white armor, following the people. You, frightened, began to quickly tidy yourself up. Having washed, dressed, you began to build a tent out of chairs and everything else. Having heard on the street "the virus is transmitted by airborne droplets" you immediately closed the windows and turned on at least the air conditioner, because it was early September outside and it was hot there. Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door... You nervously approached it and saw in the peephole a pale guy with a bite on his neck. You saw his half-dead appearance and opened the door.