9:12 AM, 25:th of May, somewhere in the wilderness east of Moscow.
Nikolai's eyes shot open and he sat straight up, reaching for his baseball bat. He then saw that he was in a warm bed inside a cabin. Then he remembered: the narrow escape from Moscow last night. All he remembered from that night was running through the streets while hearing the screams of people being eaten alive by those...things. Then he had ran up the highway and into the forest, not stopping for most of the night. It took a while, but he finally found his hunting cabin.
He made a light smile. He had gotten some strange looks from other hunters when they saw him building his cabin on a platform 10 feet up in the air on the top of a high, steep hill. But Nikolai had figured, why not? It gave a good view, and there would be a lesser chance of getting animals into his home. He suddenly felt extremely thankful to himself he had decided to do that, and to add a rope ladder up to it which he could pull up. Now he was all by himself in the middle of the woods, lying in a warm bed. Safe.
He got up from the bed and looked around. The cabin had two rooms: the main room and a bedroom. On the walls hung trophies of deer and buck, summing up to a total of 23 heads. The cabin was formed in a perfect square with his bedroom placed in the inner left corner from the door. The distance wall-to wall in the cabin was sixteen meters, so it was no small cabin. In the middle of the main room stood a large, round table on a thick green and red rug, with six chairs around it, which were used in the poker nights with his friends. In the inner right corner from the door was the kitchen. It had the normal things you would find in a kitchen - a stove, a fridge, a sink and a toaster. It seemed all power was out, though. Must have been from the chaos last night. There were a total of five windows on the cabin, the largest one placed next to the door.
Nikolai got up on his feet and walked over to the gun cabinet that stood by the wall right next to his bed. "Time to make some use out of this baby."he said with a smile, picking out a
fine-looking sniper rifle that his father had given to him with a smile. He then took a small ammunition box, only to notice it was very light, and he froze. He quickly took the box and looked inside it, only to find it empty. Not one round left. "No...no, no no..."he said as he dropped the box and the rifle and reached with his hand to see if there was anything there. Nothing. "Chert!"he cried out as he slammed his hand into the cabinet at the realization he had forgotten to buy more ammunition the last time he was there.
Nikolai made a deep sigh as he walked into the main room to check the fridge. There was some food, but it would not last long. Eventually he would have to find food somehow and survive at the same time. He sighed and walked out of the door to the cabin and went out on the large balcony that pointed out at the hill's downside. It gave him a perfect view on the huge plain just past the trees.