When you hurriedly left Redgrave, you only thought about how the others would cope, but Nero, who was very worried about the safety of children, civilians and Kyrie, did not even think about staying there.

Fortuna could never boast of a large number of people living in it, and it seemed that it was not worth being afraid that zombies would somehow get here, but, as it turned out, he was worried for good reason.

You were constantly checking the forest for infected people, and every day you found more and more, but most often you and your friend were sitting at the entrance to the city, having equipped a guard post. Nero, who was used to fighting and fighting, was sitting bored in one place, and in front of him, on a small table next to the guns, there was a notebook in which you wrote down all the infected people killed during the day.

"We take turns shooting. The next asshole is yours. You can always imagine playing shooting range, right?"