Another three hours to hang around the tower ... skukatischa ...
Acne, picking old radio, looks down. Green is not visible. In general, the last time they almost did not appear. They probably don't like the summer heat. They already stink, and in the heat it is probably even worse. Fu, disgusting! Already sick of what put as they stink. Generally green live I saw the last time, probably a month ago. We then went beyond the perimeter, to the gas station, to replenish the fuel. While we are the first group, we filled up the cans, the second armed group covered us. I already filled mine when they started shooting. Green was a little about five, and they were quickly shot and burned with a flamethrower. I looked with horror at their thin bodies. Green-gray dead skin, sometimes sticking gray meat. White eyes without pupils ...

Another two and a half hours, and Vitalik and I will give up the fast and go to rest.
Our tower is a five-story building. We have a machine gun and each one has a personal pistol. Of course there are not many patrons. Cartridges, cigarettes, matches and fuel are now replacing money. Therefore, if you have a personal weapon, think yourself where to get the cartridges. A machine gun belongs to the fortress, and for each cartridge report. Hot...

It started ten years ago, I just went to the first class. I remember that on TV, they trumpeted on all channels, that somewhere in Asia a strange disease appeared in several cities. Then it turned out that it was not a disease, but much worse, the dead began to rise. Airlines quickly spread this infection to all continents. They were destroyed, first one by one, then by hundreds, then the whole cities were bombed. The final was a nuclear weapon. States beat their own cities. Weapons handed out to everyone in a row to defend themselves.

They said that the presidents of all countries moved to a separate island, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, so that they would not be touched by this plague. Then they disappeared. Apparently now roam with green skin on this island. People, zombies are usually eaten, but if you managed to escape, but you are bitten, then in a day the heat will knock you down, and in another day you will become one of the green ones, although your skin will turn green later when it starts to die. Therefore, fresh-greens are the most dangerous, they are difficult to distinguish from people in the first days.

- Another hour - says Acne.

- What?

- I say another hour, and change.

- Good.

And greens rape women. After such a fucking, even if you are not bitten, you will become a zombie ... Zombie animals are probably more dangerous than two-legs. Dead dogs hunt like wolves in packs. In the ruined cities, people organized Fortresses, the connection we maintain with the help of messengers. The postman has become a very dangerous and respected job. Everyone does their own thing. We are sentinel, others are watching the farm, tomorrow we will explore the area in search of something valuable and useful, and others will watch. Our fortress stands on the ruins of the former city. Communication between cities is not only Postmen, but also Walkers. These are people who have combined hunters, traders and mercenaries. From them we learn news from distant Fortresses. The nearest Fortress is 50 km south of us, in the north the dead zone is contaminated by radiation, the last year from such zones are creatures that are perhaps more dangerous than zombies of people and animals combined. These are zombies mutated by radiation.

- Rooster.

- Hen.

- Who came up with such a stupid password for today's shift?

- Take a machine gun, count cartridges, sign - changers with sour snouts are taken to work, they get night duty. Burn fires, as there is no electricity as such, look ten times more vigilantly than during the day.

- Red, where are you tomorrow? - asks Acne.

- For the perimeter - I answer through clenched teeth.

- Yes, hell, and I'm on a farm.

- It's too bad - you get it all.

She bathed thoroughly at home, dragged the water yesterday, earlier, so that a whole tank of hot water was poured onto herself without sparing. I changed into a light dress and went to eat for Aunt Paul. For a cigarette I got a bowl of soup and a mug of homemade beer. My parents have eaten for a long time, so I became independent myself sooner. Coming out of the cafe aunt Paul, I trudged home.

Tomorrow to go beyond the perimeter, I'm in a shift for harvesting hay for winter for livestock. And Acne will go to the farm to carry manure. Patrol, housekeeping, and intelligence are common jobs that are not paid for, otherwise everyone has their own small business. Aunt Pauli has a cafeteria, Valerkina's mother sews clothes, and Grandfather lives best, as no one knows his exact name, but he grows tobacco. In the Fortress there is a semblance of power - five people are on the Council and make decisions. I don’t really do anything, sometimes I wash dishes in a cafe, sometimes I clean houses, I get a couple of cartridges or cigarettes, I can have lunch and buy something for myself. There are other random side jobs.

- Hey redhead! - a man with a beard stopped three steps away from me ... my hand was already holding a gun.

- Why do you have a beard?

- Ten cigarettes. Suck off?

- Not in the mood.

“C'mon, don't wriggle ... Twelve.”

- Fuck with you, let's just get away.

Without much pleasure I go into the courtyard of a ruined house and kneel down. Mood and the truth is not, but the extra money does not interfere. Bearded in a hurry, gets a member and shoves me in the face. I take a half-standing hairy penis in my hand and put it in my mouth. A minute and he is already swollen falls out. Hurry, hurry to get rid of. Bearded takes my head and starts to stick on his stake. Another minute and he ends in my throat. I swallow everything, wipe my mouth with my hand. Twelve cigarettes in your pocket.

- Heard, yesterday at the fifth tower of green dogs shot?

- Yes, they say, a dozen tried to enter the city.

- Hunger is not an aunt.

- Lousy joke! If they break through, bite the sleeping ones and start eating each other the next day.

I eagerly listened to what they said about the fifth tower, because in the morning I was on her watch. Did the dogs try to enter the city? Something new. Apparently, really, hunger pushes them to that. Cleaning the hay, I melted in the sun. This summer is very hot. Throwing off the topic, I remained only in shorts. Our bare chest does not cause such a shock as it was before. The two men from the cover group who were closest to me stared at my chest. I showed them the facts, it's better to look around, do their job, and I will do my own. Being in a cover group is a serious matter.

To the Fortress about five kilometers. Here on the wild field, the grass is almost on my chest. Fifty meters away from us begins a small grove. We turn grass a few days ago, which dries up in the sun turning into hay. The next shift will go pick up the hay in the fortress. For winter, you need to prepare seriously. Armed cover gradually relaxes, who descends on the grass, who lies under the tree. Freaks! Evil look at them, because if the greens are blinking, we are cleaners with almost no weapons. In my personal pistol there are only four cartridges, you will not last much. It seems to be on the sides, but it is clear that the vigilance is not the same. I went to the uncoupling.

- I need a little.

- Come on.

We retreat to the bushes near the grove, it remains “outside”, and I sit down to do my job. I see he looks at me and smiles ... From a punch to the temple, I, as I was with dried shorts, fell to the ground and lost consciousness. I do not know how much I was unconscious, but when I woke up, the shots sounded far away. Pulling on my shorts, I began to look around. Three meters away from me lay a zombie with a head apart, apparently the one who hit me. Coming out of the bushes, I saw the automat of the guard who accompanied me from the cover and a pool of blood. Inside, everything went cold. Grabbing him, I began frantically searching for at least one of ours. Running to the place where the truck we were on was standing, I descended to land. He was absent.

Rustling out of the forest took me out of the stupor.Attaching the machine to the shoulder, I began to retreat to the road, ...