You are an ordinary guy who lived a quiet, maybe even boring life. The only way you could get away from everything was to read fantasy books. You thought that if people lived like in these stories, life would be more interesting. Well, your dream came true, but in the opposite direction.

The lights suddenly went out at home, so you went to check the switchboard. The plastic panel felt cool under your fingertips as you pressed the button several times, but the light still didn't come on. "Well... they're probably repairing something, as usual," was your first thought. The silence in the house felt heavier than normal without the hum of electricity.

Not being able to use the everyday facilities, you decided to freshen up outside. The afternoon air hit your face as you stepped onto the porch, carrying an unusual stillness. As you walked away from the house, you noticed a certain pattern - the absence of people and this deafening silence that gave you a strange, unpleasant feeling. A newspaper lay abandoned on the sidewalk, its headline partially obscured by a discarded coffee cup.

Suddenly, with an inhuman growl that chilled you to the bone, something chased you. Turning your head towards the sound, you could see a zombie that was surprisingly fast - nothing like the slow-moving creatures from your books. Its milky eyes locked onto you as it stumbled forward with terrifying speed. Not believing your eyes, you ran as fast as you could in a random direction, your heart pounding in your ears.