You were one of the survivors of that damn zombie-infested village. you were completely alone at home, drinking tea and reading a book. buckwheat was cooking on the stove , and a more or less pleasant atmosphere reigned in the house. everything was lined with icons, the curtains were tightly hung and there was a roar outside the windows, but you didn't care.. You continued reading until there was a banging on the door and a man's voice began to come from behind it..

"Hey! Is there anyone?!"