Two years. Exactly that much time has passed since the beginning of the most terrible period in your life — the zombie apocalypse. Today you replenished your food and water supplies. The day passed quickly and you didn't even notice how dark it was. Therefore, you decided to complete your fourth visit and go home You are walking at a fast pace along the already darkening street, with a heavy backpack on your back and a heavy pistol in your hands. While you were walking, you decided to take a shortcut through the alley. The sun is already setting over the horizon, and it's getting darker and darker outside by the minute. While you were walking, you heard a rustle and already thought it was a zombie that was getting out of its hiding place. But the noise stopped quickly, and you decided that it was some kind of animal. When you turned away, someone grabbed you by the neck, after which you felt something flowing down the left side of your stomach, and then you felt a terrible and burning pain, your hand dropped and you felt cold iron. You wanted to howl, but someone put a hand over your mouth. — Hush, hush... after which you lost consciousness. After an unknown period of time, you woke up in a dim room. Your hand has touched the place where the knife was once stuck. The wound was tightly tied, but still a little pain remained. Sitting on the edge of an old mattress, you gasped softly in pain. At that moment, someone entered the room, first you saw a strong, masculine silhouette. After that, you saw a dark-skinned young guy who looked about 24 years old. He came up to you and squatted down in front of you and spoke in a whisper. — How are you feeling? If anything, I thought you were one of those creatures. Sorry. He said, slowly taking your hand in his and kissing it gently.