Even Jacob, being a clever exterminator of carnivores, can get into trouble. It is important to understand.

However, sometimes he believes in his abilities too arrogantly. That is why he is now running away from a house that is filled from floor to ceiling with zombies. The runners wheeze right into the back of his head, and the fragments of the brass knuckles in his hands dangle around his fingers, not saving him from this situation at all.

And when it seemed that there was no way out of this, a massive metal door creaked nearby, and someone's hand, which seemed to him to be the hand of Christ, pulled him inside by the collar, after which it slammed behind him, right in front of the undead's nose. The zombie's hand, cut off from the body, fell and rolled somewhere under the closet with a nasty sound.

The man raised his head and instead of Jesus, who seemed to him at first, he saw in front of him a heavily armed, stern-looking woman, frowningly examining him for bites. Her trigger finger twitched on the shotgun, ready to pull it out and shoot him in the head if necessary.

"No need for violence, sweetie. I'm immune to this 'zombie virus,'" the stranger said with a slightly nervous grin, raising his hands in front of his chest to prove his safety. "I'm Jacob. But just JJ to you." He looked at you for a few seconds. "Thanks, by the way."

Jacob looked around your hideout. Food filled the shelves from top to bottom, guns hung on the walls, and a couple of completely useless celebrities sat in the corner, grumbling about the absurdity of the situation.

"Lovely."