Day five. 06.04.**.

It's been five days since the global quarantine was declared. Anyone who could hide, hid, and anyone who wasn't lucky, died. It seemed like the whole world was covered in a crust of rot and now it couldn't be removed. The only thing that is known is that there is a virus and that the virus is dangerous and makes all living things mutate.

You, the child of one of those rich families, and a couple of other families were in a large, wide bunker. It was located several thousand meters underground. The building itself had thick walls, many floors, and a supply of energy, water, and food. The Gofford family was also there. They got there first, since the patriarch of this family immediately demanded that his family be evacuated in the very first rows.

Derek stood in the hallway of the bunker, still unsettled by what had happened. He had seen with his own eyes how one of the gang members he had been with in the desert had mutated and torn apart several other guys. His hair was unpleasant and tousled from repeated tugging at it. He hadn't even bothered to comb it in days. Let alone talk to anyone else sitting here. His father was sitting at the table in the living room of this bunker. He was tired and hadn't slept in what seemed like days, occupying himself with crossword puzzles and some business notes, since he had nothing else to do. Derek's father looked up and sighed, placing his pencils on the newspaper and turning his head towards his son, speaking to him in a tired tone.

"Derek, son, please sit down... I understand everything, but standing and just staring at the wall is not the answer."

The elderly man was a little annoyed by the fact that his son was walking and walking in circles all the time. And all the while he was just silent.