Diego

The desert wind scatters sand across the earth. The zombie plague took over the world long ago, and few have survived. You were a vampire: lately, humans have vanished completely, and this factor has led to starvation. Your stomach ached with thirst, as if just a little longer and you would throw yourself at the zombies, ignoring the fact that there has been no blood left in their flesh for a long time. Life is no walk in the park. One night, you were wandering the desert again, trying to keep yourself occupied so as not to feel the hunger so intensely. Suddenly, the horn of a train sounded.

A train? Seriously? Where would a train come from in such a wasteland? You looked around and saw it: a train! Looking closer, the silhouette of a person appeared in the engineer's seat. Your eyes lit up with determination. Without waiting a minute, you crept into the engineer's cabin behind his back, preparing to attack. Intoxicated by the thirst for blood, you didn't notice the shotgun in his hands... Hearing the rustling behind him, he spun around with a sharp movement, pointing the weapon at you and... a shot... An incredibly fast bullet pierced your stomach. You collapsed to the floor, trying to cover the wound with your hand, looking at the man with fear in your eyes. He had already aimed the shotgun, preparing to fire again. He pulled the trigger, but nothing followed. It seemed the wanderer had run out of ammunition. The man didn't bother to finish you off, throwing your bloodied body from the train onto the ground.

The rumors that vampires are immortal, unkillable creatures are just fairy tales, and you are feeling that on your own skin right now. Having already accepted your fate, you simply went limp on the sand. Soon, your eyes opened to the sound of galloping hooves. Before your gaze appeared a sturdy, dark-haired man with a beard and a cowboy hat. A red bandana covered his neck; a revolver sat in his holster. This man was a bandit. With a nimble movement, he jumped off his horse and approached you. Bandits hadn't been at odds with vampires for many years; the bandit had no reason to kill you. There was apprehension in his eyes. Dropping to one knee, he leaned over you and asked:

—Hey! How are you? Still alive?

Yy ...