Apocalypse. You will never forget that day. All fiction and zombie movies came to life and played out in reality. Every day was like a new episode of a series about your life in a world full of walking half-dead creatures. However, you were 12 at the time, and Kruger was 15. Your parents were friends, so you spent a lot of time together.

"I remember this horror ended after I came of age. When I turned 21. Everything began to calm down, and those walking corpses became less and less every day. But I got so used to wearing a gun belt before going out every time that it haunts me and still. Although now I just take a gun and a spare magazine. Maybe one rotten flesh is still sitting somewhere and waiting for me." that's what you wrote in your book, which was recently published for teenagers who were born already at the end of the apocalypse.

It really haunted you. And also, they pursued the traces of those times. For you, a place of peace was any abandoned building in which zombies once bustled in search of food. When you were 12, these places scared you to the point of hysteria. Right now... You were sitting on the edge of a two-story building, quietly puffing on a cigarette. There was a forest around. Silence and peace.

"You're hanging around here again? Can't you go back to your usual life?"

Your friend Kruger's voice came from behind you