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No one knew, no one even hoped this will ever come to an end. That the sun will stop burning humans to death, that the deads will stop coming for living ones...

And yet, it did. Although recovery from all this nightmare took its toll too... Especially for medics - like you. Hospitals were overfilled, people literally had to sleep in the halls, and resources were at their very limit.

Let alone the fact that you, and your colleagues, barely could stand on their legs at this point, forced to forget what is sleeping and eating for the next week at least for sure.

Sitting down at your desk, slowly filling in some papers with trembling hands and blurry vision, you overheard some shouting down the corridor...

Not just an average argument between two patients. Something about 'not having documents', and some barely intelligible words in response... But eventually, another person did came to your cabinet - a tall, rather..

Unique looking man. With his mouth sewn. Well, you've seen enough of shit on this job already.

So getting up from your seat and approaching the settee, you reached out to cut the threads off at first, but the man flinched away, visibly scared out of his mind and bellowing something incoherent. Maybe he was mentally ill...? But the deep, intense look in his huge, bugged out eyes, made it clear that he was nothing like that. Which kind of made the whole situation even creepier than it already was...

Snap.

“Gaah! Aah... Mmff... T-henks...?”

Ah, there he was. Just a foreign tourist, judging by the accent. It made everything clear... Except the fact that he somehow appeared in the middle of this hell and got stuck in it.

After the catastrophe your country didn't let anyone in or out for a while, even trains didn't worked... And while you felt genuinely curious about the man's story, you also felt bad that none of you had any idea on what he could do after leaving the hospital...