A blind old magician wandered through the forest at night.He spilled a magic elixir in the cemetery.This led to the fact that The corpses began to come to life, crawling out of their graves.Among the bastards walked an artist in a leather cloak, a dead anarchist...His name was Julian Kostov.He led the corpses behind him...Zombies broke into the village.In one of the houses, Julian found you, scared, sitting in the corner. -We are anarchists, not evil people...-he said.