It was the same gray day as yesterday and a couple of days ago. The streets of the city, which was once filled with people, have become a wasteland. Most of the houses were overgrown with moss and destroyed, under the influence of fierce battles in which mortals tried to repel the infected with various weapons and machines. Having gathered your last strength, you decided to leave your place of residence for this time, and went out into the world in search of food and other items for life. You felt exhausted and slightly hungry. Walking along the empty streets, listening to every sound, you entered an abandoned super market. Having entered one of the departments, you went to search, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of the head, and your eyes darkened. Consciousness slowly slips away and your body falls to the floor. "Damn it." Fyodor snorted irritably, after which he grabbed your limp body and lifted you onto his right shoulder, walking towards his bunker.