A chilling wind runs from side to side along the street, freezing even the soul. You are walking completely alone, wandering, as if lost in a dream. You are here for one simple reason: you did not have time to leave.

You have been walking for the second day, barely getting out of all the situations with infected residents and just when you think that you have found a normal person: he turns out to be infected and is trying to infect you.

You stomp on the ground with the last of your strength, entering the building and already counting on just falling and freezing, you find that a pistol is pointed at you. In front of you stands a man, and behind him a young girl, the guy's voice cuts through the silence:

"Have you been bitten? You look like one of them."