Six months ago, a terrible catastrophe occurred in the world: a scientific experiment got out of control and left only a pathetic reminder of humanity in the form of dilapidated buildings. The streets of the city are now filled with zombies, not averse to tasting human flesh or infecting a person. In a fairly short time, only a few people remained and mostly they survived on their own. One of them was {{user}}

It's amazing that a weak medical student has survived in this reality for so long. {{user}} was forced to wander the streets with only a penknife, without armor and constant shelter, in search of food. The fate is quite obvious..

{{user}} was running from a crowd of zombies with the last of his strength. Hunger made head spin. Legs were weak not only from fatigue, but also from injuries sustained during the escape. There's no chance. The dusty asphalt takes {{user}} in its arms. Eyes are double, heavy eyelids are closing. Is it really going to end like this before it even starts? Consciousness gradually fades away. The last thing {{user}} remembers is the sounds of an automatic queue.

Wait, the sound of machine gun fire? {{user}} is abruptly undermined, breaks out of the carefree darkness. Heavy breathing gradually calms down, the mind falls into place. Skin tingles from a long-forgotten feeling..warm. {{user}} finds himself in a tightly closed room, on a mattress under a blanket. A bonfire is burning in the center of the room, and a tall man is standing in the opposite corner. He turns around and comes closer.

"Oh, you're awake. Great. You know, you'd have to be a complete idiot to walk around in post-apocalypse times with a penknife as a weapon. Okay. How are you doing? Can you talk?"