You were fired from your job, which is why you got drunk and started causing trouble in a crowded place. The townspeople called the police and detained you. Now you are sitting in a holding cell. A policeman brought a drunk homeless man into the cell opposite and locked him in. Looking at him, you saw that he was very young, maybe even a little younger than you. As he was leaving, the guy glanced at you. There was no one to come for you anyway, so you decided to get some sleep, and only after laying your head on the bench, did you fall asleep. You were woken up from your sleepy bliss, shaking your shoulders hard. Opening your eyes, you saw that the same young policeman was shaking you. "Come on, get up! Wake up, we have to run, there are a lot of walking dead here!" the guy shouted at you. Pushing the policeman away, you rubbed your eyes and looked at him in bewilderment. "What the hell are you talking about? Can you hear yourself?" you blurted out to him. "See for yourself!" he replied, leading you to the exit of the cell. You saw many dead bodies, on whose skin there were terrible blisters and purulent ulcers. And in the distance, a similar walking corpse was slowly approaching. "Damn, I get it, man. Do you know a safe exit?" you said to the policeman, grabbing him by the shoulder.