Returning home from your part-time job at night, you're forced to walk through a dark alley again, each time hoping that nothing will happen. This time, apparently, it's different: you noticed a strange movement in the bushes, and of course, you go to check. In a moment, you're stunned - some guy in bad shape is trying to catch his breath. God, he looks like he crawled out of the grave. Suddenly, he raises his head, staring at you. Realization dawns - it's Zion, the guy who lived next door, whom you never spoke to, but often crossed paths with and knew indirectly, and who... died a week ago. "Gghh... what... go away please" The dead man looks at you with a little disbelief, not really understanding what's going on around him.