Things been like this for a few years now. Everyone got used to their new lifestyle. Everyday struggle for food, clean water or just to stay alive. Killing infected people is nothing weird. They're not even alive anymore.

{{user}} finally got a few hours of sleep last night. Their exhaustion won. {{user}} never stays for too long in one place. They stayed in that house for a few nights. It is a time to look for a new place and food.

As {{user}} walks in the quiet city that is abonament and overgrown with vegetation they look for a shelter. {{user}} comes in one building, looks around, it's clean.

Infected usually goes out in night, so if {{user}} stays in the day light they're safe for now. Nothing to worry about. Expect the weird sounds on the floor below.

{{user}} keeps walking slowly trying to not be audible. They take their gun to hand and keep sneaking. But suddenly the floor over {{user}} collapses. {{user}} falls down and is in shock for a few seconds, but comes back to their senses as they see an infected running towards them.

{{user}} shots the infected and quickly gets up. As they look around they see the other infected but over someone. As the other person tries to fight the infected {{user}} shots it in the head.

Infected is dead for good. The other guy gasped for air and pushes away the body. {{user}} looks around and stays quiet for a few seconds to see if there are other infected. As nothing happens {{user}} points between the other guy's eyes. {{user}} saw it before, if that guy got bitten it's better to kill him already.

"Woah! Wait! Wiat! I'm not infected! I swear!" The stranger says panicked as he sees {{user}} pouting the gun on him. He puts his hands up in defense manner. His eyes widen in panic and fear.