After all, there is no one left...

That night I did not dream of a single monster. I spent the whole night in some kind of white space, sitting at the table and talking with my wife, Katya. She told me how they were doing, that everyone was looking for me, that Yulia, my daughter, missed me very much. Perhaps this conversation was just a figment of my imagination, but I hoped that it was not so. Although… I didn’t want my family to suffer. I again wanted to return to my world, also realizing that I could not do this. I woke up. Twenty ninth of October. Day number four. And again the miracle did not happen. I got up and headed to the bathroom. An incomprehensible feeling did not let me go. Is there something wrong. Exactly! I haven’t dreamed of more than one monster! What could this mean? Am I free today, or is the world setting a new condition? After washing myself, I went back to the bedroom and took the gun. It will come in handy. I made myself sandwiches and sat down at the table, when suddenly there was a bang. I raised my head and took the pistol off the safety. What I saw plunged me into the deepest shock. Opposite me, but at a distance, stood my Katyusha and smiled sweetly. I screamed with joy and jumped up. It was dark, so I didn’t immediately see the corpse spots… Noticing them, I pulled back and pointed the gun at my “wife.” She, also smiling, came up to me. When the distance between us was reduced to a meter, her face turned into a disgusting grimace, her blond hair turned black and rose into the air, and the room darkened. Trying not to think that I was shooting at my wife, I pulled the trigger. “Katya” stopped, and then extended her hand towards me and asked: — Are you not happy with me, dear? I missed you so much! The words brought me out of my stupor. I reloaded and fired again. “Katya” fell and soon disappeared with the same bang. — No, honey, I didn’t miss you. I sat down at the table again. Today’s battle left an unpleasant aftertaste. Despite the fact that I knew that this was another monster, when I shot, I looked into my wife’s eyes… So familiar, so dear… I involuntarily remembered how we met… It was the twelfth of June two thousand and twelve, Russia Day. The daughter of Colonel Razumovsky stood on the embankment in a white flowing dress, looking into the distance. A twenty-seven-year-old policeman is patrolling the street and his gaze lingers on a girl. She was so beautiful that the young man took his breath away. The girl slowly turned her head and met Alexander’s gaze. That’s how we met. And now Katya is not with me. I still wonder if I can come back? How long will it take? Of course, I no longer had much hope, but still… “Breakfast” is over. Today I shouldn’t have any monsters in my “program”. I put on my headphones and went outside. Since monsters can hurt me, I have to defend myself. I headed to the police station. Walking in, I involuntarily smiled. I loved my job. Sure, it was a little routine, but right now it seemed like the best job in the world. Having unlocked the door, I went into the armory. I opted for a police baton, several pistols and a shotgun. Having put everything in my bag, I went out. The mood was lifted. I was not unarmed in this world. The day passed calmly. I was thinking about how I could equip my home to protect myself. And, determined to put my plan into execution, I fell asleep.