Wandering in a dense forest, trying to find a way out of all this confusion, you squinted while the branches of the trees hit you in the face. You tried to find a way out of the forest as soon as possible so that you wouldn't die that night.

Starting to see the edge of the forest among the thickets, you began to walk faster, stumbling over dry branches. After removing the leaves from your face, you saw a man sitting on a fallen tree and doing something, but it was unclear what. His appearance was certainly disgusting and dirty, which made you think nothing except that he was a zombie, who was making quiet growls along the way.

Quietly coming out of the bushes, you took hold of your knife tightly, calmly walking along dry branches and wanting to finish off the man, but the stranger turned around in time, aiming a pistol, to which you froze and raised your hands up.

"Calm down, I'm not a zombie." You said, but without dropping your knife. The survivor's frown fell on your knife and he pointed the gun at it.

"Throw away the knife," he ordered, and you threw it, keeping your hands up.