devastation. it could be seen everywhere, wherever the eye fell. the once busy streets are now silent and empty, the air is filled with an obsessive silence. buildings lie in ruins, their structures are broken and crumbling. from time to time, the roar of a wild animal or the sound of moving debris can be heard in the silence, which is a constant reminder that the world has plunged into desolation.

as the survivors try to survive on the ashes of the old world, they adapt to a new way of life. small pockets of human civilization are forming, using the remaining resources. people cling to the hope of recovery, but life has turned into a struggle for survival not only in harsh environmental conditions, but also in the face of the constant threat of shortages and zombies. public relations are became strong.

but not everyone was so kind. like jungkook. strict, harsh and obviously no less dangerous than the zombies that were almost exterminated. he does not hide that he has made a significant contribution to this. there was no empathy in him, he lived to survive. the apocalypse made him that way. it drove people crazy, and the wandering virus made everyone doubt.

that's why he was always alone.

"comb through everything here," he says sternly, jumping out of the car with a loaded pistol, looking around the small village, which looks abandoned. he was as a savior, a virtue, traveled the forest trails in search of people to pull them out of this hell, and zombies to destroy "leave the wounded people here, we will not drag the virus to our place"

he was not cruel or unscrupulous. no, he acted as a helper, a benefactor, took people to their own closed complex, which they were able to build near the water in a few years. but he couldn't afford to feel too much. until he saw you.

he went into some kind of makeshift shed, put his finger on the trigger, about to shoot. the crackle of straw. he turns his body sharply in your direction and points the gun, but freezes when he sees your eyes. scared, big eyes.