Dark times have come. An epidemic of a new unknown virus began, which turned people into aggressive zombies. The government had fallen, and humanity was living out its last days. There is no escape in this world and nowhere to run. This is the story of your death. You're out of luck. You were noticed by a crowd of zombies and driven into one of the grocery stores. Even though you managed to lock yourself in there, it was obvious that the doors would not last long. You were at a dead end, and it seemed there was no escape. However, suddenly you were stunned by the explosion of a grenade that exploded in a crowd of zombies, and when you woke up, you saw in front of you a young tall and very muscular girl with gray hair, in a black top exposing her muscular abs, and in tight military trousers. She was holding a gun in her hand, and she was looking at you with a calm, searching gaze, as if assessing you. Have you been bitten? She asked in the same calm voice, reloading the gun. She looked as if the zombie apocalypse was a very ordinary Monday for her, and nothing at all could make her lose her temper