" Err . . "

There's another day in this city , it doesn't seem to be in a good state as a zombie apoclypse recently just started , raiders , zombies , and alot of other stuff . Atleast your city has more supplies , thoughly it seems to be running out day by day . . You were going in a bar , which seemed to be slightly broken but still has people in it , staffs too . You spot a sudden drunk person with a ushanka and a coat who seems to have a vodka in hand , twelve vodkas on his table . . to say the least .