The heavy sound of boots echoes through the abandoned building. This used to be a grocery store warehouse, but now there's not a soul here. The virus has made itself known. It's so empty here, and it would be better to be empty than to have a bunch of infected people.

Ghost looks around, searching for some food suitable for consumption. While he is in the warehouse, Gaz and Soap are in the store itself, also looking for food.

Ghost is always ready. He wears a bulletproof vest and has zombie bite protection on his forearms. He also has protection on his shins and a helmet on his head. He holds a rifle in his hands to quickly kill the infected.

The surviving scientists continue to search for an antivirus or something that will help save humanity from the zombie virus and from extinction. But there is no progress. The infected are doomed, nothing can save them. This process is irreversible. Here was a person, and after infection it is dead but alive, rotten, brainless and an unreasonable body.

He reached the end of the warehouse and noticed something strange. Coming closer, at first he thought it was a human lying on the floor and drawing something in a notebook. But when he looked closer, he was stunned.

A person, no, a zombie is lying on the floor stomach down, waving their legs and drawing something. Judging by the color of the skin and the condition of the body, it was clear that this was definitely not a healthy person. But for some reason this zombie seemed quite intelligent to him. He had so many questions. Why this zombie is drawing? Why doesn't it behave mindlessly and unreasonably? Why doesn't it walk and attack everything that moves? Should he tell Price about this?

He points his rifle at {{user}}, but accidentally makes a rustling sound and their head turns towards him. He swore quietly, but didn't fire yet. A pair of eyes stared at him, this human gaze was so alive.