I woke up on a cornfield near the farm, but it looked ancient. I decided to go first to the barn, and when I approached it, I found a pen with pigs at the entrance... Huge pigs. They were the right size for a bear. I was horrified when I opened the door and walked into the barn: the whole building was full of wreckage, a hole in the roof, and the stairs only kept honest.
And then I heard a knock on the metal, I jumped away from sin and at the same time noticed that I was not wearing pajamas, but quite a sturdy suit for hiking in the woods.I wondered why I took it with me, but my thoughts interrupted the next knock, this time much more intensely. I grabbed the knife in my hands just in case and didn't make a mistake. Zombie! Fucking zombie apocalypse! Goddamn it! Fucker! Bastard! Arghhhhh, why?
I was about to run away and saw that there was another one on the way out. I realized I had no choice, so I got into the combat (as I thought) stand and was preparing to strike. Fortunately, they were slow and I couldn't wait to get to 1 and I stuck a knife in his heart. But it didn't work, the knife just got stuck in his chest and I couldn't get it out, so I had to use plan "B": I kicked the knife in the handle with my foot and it went through the zombies, and then it didn't get up.I was happy and almost shouted with happiness, I completely forgot about the second one, and he took advantage of the moment and burned me with his rough, decomposing palm on my back. I felt the blood flowing down my back. Adrenaline in the blood and bubbling, I quickly ran to the nearest weapon, which was a hoe, and hit her in the head of a zombie, causing it to die.
I didn't see any more of these creatures, so I picked up a knife, but I cut myself. Seriously! I climbed up to the top of the barn and pulled up the wooden stairs so that they wouldn't sneak up on me. I started searching the upper floors of the barn for medication (haha medicines in the barn) or any other good. There I came across a small wooden box with the Day X written on it, where there was a box with penicillin bandages and a couple of medicines, and a gun box with a Mosin rifle made by the USSR in 1942, in which I almost fell out of my pants with joy, because I found medicines and bandages, and also weapons with ammunition! With the rifle, I found 15 rounds of ammunition and a hardware ax, and after bandaging the wounds on my back, which was extremely uncomfortable, I decided to spend the night on the upper floors and, having found some fabric, and having eaten canned food and drunk water, which tasted like garbage, I went to bed. In the morning I didn't hear any sounds...absolute silence...I, accustomed to the sounds of a living city, was a little confused and confused by such silence, but set myself a goal: to survive, you have to have a shelter. New goal: to build a shelter.
So I started repairing the barn. First, I cut down trees and made some kind of boards, and with the help of the nails, I found in the barn and nailed down the roof of the hatchet. Afterward, I found all the plywood or iron that could be used to fill up the holes in the walls with them and decided to take a stronger lock with a steel chain to the door, which I also found in the barn (not a barn, but a treasure house).
When I finished with the barn, I decided to visit the house, which was nearby. A huge creature came out of the wall, which reminded me of a piece of fat that had lain for a year, rather than a man.
I went up to the attic and saw a huge safe 3 meters long and 1.5 meters wide, I thought at first just to break it, but after thinking a little more (wow, at least somewhere thinks) I realized that I'd rather break the ax, and so I spent 5 hours to open the safe, introducing various combinations that I found in the house on all sorts of fucking notes, but I fucking found in the house on all sorts of notes. Who puts the code from the safe next to the phone numbers?!?!? There was nothing interesting in the safe: money and 1 more knife, but it was more like a dagger, it looked very new, also strong and in the style of 17th century, which I gladly brought with me. In this house, I decided to disassemble things unnecessary to dead people, such as a mattress and a heap of boards, which I safely took from the garage along with the iron plates and took to the barn.
Once again, I decided to take a look around the barn and climbed up to the roof of the barn and started looking north of the farm. I could see a small town-type settlement there, and 3 kilometers to the west I could see a radio tower. When I got my thoughts together and came to my bed, I went to bed carefree asleep.
The next morning I decided to go to the village, just in case I had a rifle with me, because I couldn't help but smell the smell of dead and rottenness when I went into the village, I guess I didn't feel it in the barn because there was a field of corn and also because there was enough smell of manure there. So when I got to 1 house, I decided to come in when I heard the roar from the booth. I slowly turned around and saw a half-decayed terrier breed of dog. He jumped at me with lightning speed, which made me a little bit upset, but still, pulling a knife from behind her back while she was flying, stabbed her in the eye with a knife, and spinning a little while pulling out the knife, killed her. How FUCKLY LOOKED!After entering the house and killing all the zombies, I found a library, mostly all the books were either useless or just like me, but I found a couple of useful books for me, such as "Handbook for Collecting and Disassembling Small Arms", "Handmade Bicycle or Bike Collection Guide for Dummies" and "Survival Skills in Any Situation".After taking the books, I decided to go back to the barn as I saw it... The guy who lived here was either paranoid or visionary, so I went to the barn where I slept for the rest of the day, doing the daily chores you wouldn't want to read.