Yes, yes, a sad result, but I took up self-development. Books on psychology and rationality were written in the headphones, computer games were replaced by wushu and Thai boxing, the cramped office was replaced by the open spaces of freelancing. This would be enough to take a worthy place in life , if... I hadn't been bitten by a zombie. It would even be convenient, but... tough men don't sleep. They shoot innocent corpses with Kalash rifles, crush them with UAZ cars, and blow them up with grenades. Disgrace! And also sorcerers who also appeared from somewhere. And they don’t sleep either. In general, no one is sleeping. Everyone is looking for me.