After all, there is no one left...

That night I dreamed of war. I was in the uniform of an ordinary private, I had a flamethrower in my hands, we fought for several days in a row, and the enemy armies kept advancing… I didn’t understand why we didn’t use pistols, grenades and rifles until I looked at the faces of the soldiers. They were covered in blood and had corpse stains on them. The enemies' gait was uncertain, I saw their legs give way. I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened my eyes I would see people’s faces, but nothing happened. The zombies were approaching. I woke up. Well, today’s enemy was known to me. And it looks like they are going to besiege the house in a crowd. But the dream gave me a hint — they can be killed with fire. I only had one flamethrower. Well, I couldn’t think that they could be useful to me! I quickly had breakfast with cereal and milk, went out into the street, once again glad that there was no noise, got into the car, started it and drove to the local police station. It only took five minutes to drive, I could have walked, but I didn’t want to carry a heavy weapon in my hands. When I arrived, I was at first confused. I had never been here before and didn’t know the layout of the building, but I entered anyway. I quickly found the keys to the armory. They hung almost in the same place as ours, in the office building. I opened the armory, walked along the corridor, looking at the weapons, when I suddenly came across what I needed. Unfortunately, there were only three flamethrowers, but there was a mixture for them nearby. I picked up two guns and carried them to the car. It was hard, I walked slowly, but I didn’t want to go back again. I put them in the trunk and breathed a sigh of relief. My arms hurt, but I bravely withstood the second approach. I came home. Not knowing where the zombies might come from, I placed flamethrowers near the windows and hung one on my back. It was unpleasant, difficult, but I knew that this could save my life and continue the cycle. I chuckled. Until recently, I tried to die on the first or second day, but now I want to survive as long as possible. The tension did not go away. I understood that most likely I would hear the enemies approaching, it was a ninety-nine percent chance, but oh, that one percent… At eleven I heard a rumble. It kept growing. I put on my headphones, belatedly realizing that this was the way the world wanted me to not hear the monsters coming. I got into a defensive position, looking around the street. Zombies appeared suddenly. I saw an empty street, and a moment later it was filled with monsters. But that wasn’t the worst thing. In the front row were my family and friends: mother, father, wife, daughter, brother, colleagues… They were covered in blood, their clothes were torn, their eyes were wide open, and saliva was dripping from their mouths. Other zombies followed them, they looked just as terrible, but I didn’t pay attention to them. To survive, I must kill my loved ones. I understood that they were not real, that they were creations of this world, but this did not make it any easier. I was alone, there were about a hundred of them. I opened the window and pointed the hose at the crowd. I took the gun off the safety and began to defeat the enemies. It smelled of gasoline and acid. The first rows lay on the ground, motionless, burned. New zombies walked over their bodies, coming closer and closer to my house. Adrenaline boiled in my blood, it was as if I had been let off a leash. The zombies fell without even having time to take a step, when suddenly I felt that the liquid was running out. The damage radius has decreased. I rushed to another flamethrower, throwing this one off as I went. When I approached the window again, the zombies were already climbing over the fence of the house. I opened fire again and drove the enemies back. The street gradually thinned out. I felt victory. I had used up three full tanks, but with fluid reserves, I was ready for another attack. There were bodies lying on the road, but as soon as I turned away and started preparing dinner, they disappeared. The blood, however, remained, but that was no longer important. I felt empty again. My Katya was exactly the same as I met her the first time. In a loose white dress, with luxurious flowing hair, she did not yet know that I, a young policeman who had not yet participated in serious battles, would become her husband. Her father was also against it. A hero colonel awaiting promotion to general, he could not allow his daughter to marry me. And we ran away, just to be close… Our life was difficult, the colonel reported to the police, we had to leave the city, first rent a small apartment, get a job… But then everything got better. We bought a big beautiful house, got a beautiful daughter, Yulia… And one day everything went to hell. I sat thoughtfully in the kitchen, carefully cutting stuffed peppers into pieces. Remembering my family again, I couldn’t get them out of my mind. I felt the need to at least talk to someone. All this time that I was in this world, I hardly spoke. Having finished eating and washing the plate, I went out into the yard, looking with disgust at the blood. I dropped to my knees on the dirt path and looked up at the sky. Gray, heavy clouds… I remembered that it had never rained here. The clouds were almost black. So gloomy… Like this world. I just screamed, wanting to throw out all my pain. This more or less helped. No, I felt bad, I felt like crap, but there were changes. I went into the house, dressed warmly and went to the supermarket to buy new clothes by car. I needed new jeans, some T-shirts, socks and a jacket. Winter is coming, we needed to stock up. I also liked the powerful winter boots, so I took them too. Having brought everything home, I went on foot to the park. I made a habit of going for a walk every day. Today should have been no exception. I even had a favorite place there: by the lake, on a bench, under a weeping willow. The leaves had already fallen off, but there was some kind of incomprehensible beauty in this crooked, empty tree. Under him I felt calm and peaceful. Under it I forgot about all my problems… At five I returned home. Walking therapy helped me and the feeling I had after fighting the zombies disappeared. To complement the effect, I decided to physically load myself. Twenty push-ups, fifty squats and thirty presses. A break of ten minutes and in a circle. Already with a smile, I moved to the kitchen, warmed up two peppers for myself, sat down at the table and, humming the tune of my favorite song in my head, began to eat. It was time for bed. I took a shower and went to bed, preparing for another nightmare.