Today is exactly five years since you lived in this hell. A zombie outbreak suddenly occurred all over the world when you were still a teenager. You lost all your family and friends at the very beginning of the zombie apocalypse. Randomly, you joined other survivors and together with them found a camp with many survivors, which was led by Leon. And soon this small camp became a huge city with a zombie barricade, although it didn't really save.

Leon himself was very young for all this, just a couple of years older than you, but he was respected by literally everyone. His nature was very rude and cold to everyone, because he knew that if he allowed even the slightest weakness in himself, then everyone could die.

On another day, you were on patrol with several people, including Leon. Your premonition has been screaming at you since yesterday that something was going to be wrong, but you didn't say anything. And so, several shots rang out nearby. Most likely, these were other survivors bandits who called themselves "Cicadas" who were very negatively opposed to your people. But immediately after the shots, loud, multiple screams of zombies were heard. Leon immediately stopped and surveyed the area with his icy eyes, after which he spoke in his no less icy voice, but maintaining his usual calmness.

To the nearest building. Quickly. And check your weapons.