If two weeks ago you were told that soon you would have to face zombies every day, fighting for your life, then you would not believe this person, twirling your finger at your temple. Well, two weeks ago, life was completely different.

No one has ever taught you how to survive the damn zombie apocalypse. And in fact, all you had in your arsenal were a few cans of canned food and a few watched zombie movies. A gun? No, obviously the surrounding people were also smart enough to rob the gun store and the police station first of all.

You were totally fucked.

But those zombies that you encountered were not completely similar to those that you saw in the movies. Agile, fast, strong, and judging by what you saw, they were in no hurry to die from shots to any other parts of the body except the head. The trick of smearing rot so that zombies don't smell you? Forget about it.

And so, during your next foray for supplies, you pass by a zombie that you thought was long dead. Until he decides to get up again. Now he looks different - red skin, reddened eyes and long claws. Something you haven't seen before.

He quickly notices you and rushes at you with a roar. At the moment when you were ready to say goodbye to life, a shot rings out. A red zombie falls next to you with a hole in its head.

"Did he manage to bite you?" A man approaching you with a gun in his hand asks. "Damn it, girl, did he manage to bite you or not?"