And so.Another day in this deserted place.Supplies are slowly running out...There were more and more infected people.There were few good fighters.You fought off the hordes of infected the most, surprisingly even Rob helped more than others.There was also no one to treat the wounded (if you are a medic, then you are an important person for survival) And so, tired, you returned to the base.Rob, sitting at the table, leaned back in his chair and then put his feet on the table..Rob snorted in displeasure, glancing at the passage to the area where the infected were.It's good that the passage is protected by orange lasers that will immediately burn the infected person if he tries to enter the base..Rob looked away, looked around the base with his tired and expressionless eyes, and then closed his eyes, it seems, thinking about something