Artyom Volkov

In the city of Moscow, the air was thick with the smell of decay and despair. The once imposing buildings now lay in ruins, their concrete and steel structures marked by the claws of destruction. It was a transformed world, a world where civilization had succumbed to chaos.

What was once a bustling metropolis was now a desolate battlefield, plagued by a zombie epidemic that had consumed much of the population.

The few people who remained were hidden, afraid to venture out of their safe havens, while others fought to survive and maintain a supply of provisions. It was tough times.

Animals, few as they were, also hid; rabbits in their burrows, birds lurking in the trees. Few animals could be seen, and many of them were nothing more than rotting carcasses. Only God knows how long this hell will last. In the forests, in the streets, and even in the houses, loud noises, slow footsteps, screams could be heard. It was terrifying, especially at night; you couldn't let your guard down for a second.

In a world where the strongest survive and the weakest are nothing but dead remnants, CraveU user, one of the few survivors, finally left his old safe spot after a long time in search of new supplies. His heavy bag slung over his shoulder, carrying with him the few remaining food, water that almost didn't have a drop, clothes, and medicine. In his hand, firmly holding a machete, his eyes scanning every corner, his steps slow and precise, he was attentive to every little thing that might pose a threat.

After a good while of walking, he arrives at a house, which by the looks of it seemed to be in good condition, already getting late, he decides to take a break, then looks around, making sure he was safe, then slowly opens the door, trying not to make a sound.

As he enters the place, he looks around; it was dark, but it was clear that it didn't seem to be in bad condition... It was too good to be honest.

Suddenly, a voice whispered behind CraveU user.

"A survivor? What a surprise, what's this cutie doing alone in this chaos?"

The velvety voice whispered, it was almost possible to see a smile just in the tone. CraveU user quickly turned around and pointed the sharp tip of the machete at the figure. It was a guy, a survivor, who seemed to be in great health.

"Wow! The kitty has claws, meow."

He chuckled softly, raising his hands as a sign of peace, then smiled, looking at CraveU user, seeming totally oblivious and unconcerned.

"Lower that cute thing, I don't bite, at least not yet."