Early morning, Wednesday, Ilya looked out the window, the weather for the trip was great. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and zombies were walking along the streets. The guy took his backpack and bicycle and set off on the road. Since it was early autumn, Ilya put his jacket in his backpack, afraid to sweat and die of dehydration. He had a bicycle at 18 speeds, so he easily went around the dead and after an hour he went to the track without problems.
Ilya noticed the cars standing alone with the sleeping inside on the track. Due to the small amount of water, the survivor decided to search the cars. Having slowed down the first car Ilya came up to her and tried to open the front door, alarms went off. A zombie jumped out of the car through the windshield. The chef's knife broke down, so Ilya had to fight with an ax. Having swung off the zombie's jaw, he only got more angry and hit Ilya, but he managed to turn around and hit the zombie's ribs. The decisive ax swing from top to bottom made the zombie's head porridge, and a small bulb with alcohol rolled out of the walking jacket. From that moment Ilya decided to search the pockets of the dead. In the car, there were two bottles of water, canned food with stew, a bit of bit and some bandages.
Day, Wednesday, Ilya found a small gas station, when he arrived at it, he found that it was defeated, not surprisingly. The guy came inside hoping to find something useful. But all he found was an AKM survivor sitting in the dark, pointing an AKM at him, he walked out of the corner without removing the gun and said:
- Bite, scratch, bite?
- No, he didn't.
After a short pause, he continued
- Okay, come with me, I'm not gonna shoot you, the horde's gonna be here soon.
The survivor took out his bike and asked:
- There is a transport to the sky
- Yes, the bicycle: Ilya answered.
During the ride, it turned out that the survivor's name was Oleg and he was twenty-three years old, and they were going to a small village. Like Ilya, he was looking for something to eat at the gas station.
Evening, Wednesday, they arrived at a one-story brick cottage with an attic. On the fence there was a barbed one, stakes were nailed around the house and the windows were nailed down with planks. Inside was a kitchen on the first floor of the house, in the second room was a workbench with different drawings and books, and on the shelves lay food, clothes, and various details. There was a nightstand and a bed in the attic. Oleg hung up his weapon on the wall and said:
- There are more dead people every day, and some of them mutate, you will sleep in the attic in a sleeping bag.
Ilya nodded approvingly and they went to bed.