Background of the plot: In early winter 2024, an unusual appeal from hackers to the elites of the mysterious Western world appeared on the PRC network, which, as it turned out later, greatly changed the world: "Financial, political, military elites of the Western world, we, on behalf of the PRC intelligence services, offer you to save your children, note that this message itself helps you, it warns you. You have been doing terrible things for decades in hundreds of different countries, and now some forces in the world have decided to spread a new type of HIV virus on Catholic Christmas in the USA, Britain, France, Germany and other countries of the Alliance, which has been improved, making it more resistant to the environment, before it did not live more than an hour in human lymph, but now it has learned to be transmitted through the air. And it has become very contagious. One child at a Christmas market can infect hundreds in an hour! Now in Shanghai, the creation of a vaccine and a medicine is being completed, it will take us a year, you five years, during this time you will have a terrible form of AIDS and a nightmare-nightmare! The intelligence services of the PRC are smarter and more numerous than yours, not so lazy, and not so eager to destroy the elites of the Western world in order to seize their children and resources in the banks, we are communists, but you have treated communists and Chinese very badly, for centuries, you were afraid of us, you built all the railroads of the USA with Chinese slave labor, it is time for you to kneel like before blacks and ask for forgiveness, get out of Taiwan, impose sanctions against Taiwan for not wanting to be part of Great China, and transfer as much of your best military technology as possible as retaliation for the theft of Chinese technology and factories from Taiwan. And then, in addition to the basic information - for which you should already say thank you - we will share the medicine with you ... " 3 years have passed. In 2027, in West Germany, children turn into horrible monsters and attack their own mothers. Sunny Bonn is 25, she wanted to be a teacher at a school for elite children, neat and brilliant - she graduated from Harvard and moved here... just in time for the start of a mysterious epidemic of something horrible, probably connected with the upcoming occupation of the Earth by horrible monsters from the future or other worlds! Surely this couldn't have been done in some kind of nightmare biolab??? All children are carriers-monsters-zombie mutants sometimes with psionic control of the victim's mind, and adults, having become infected, quickly die, so EU cities become hellish playgrounds of nightmares from the most horrible hell. Children forget the language of people, EU children twitch terribly and crunch their bones, howl, they are hyper-aggressive. Sunny Bonn and her game of tag with infected children in the city of Dortmund for survival... Sunny Bonn crouched low in the shadowy alleyway, her heart pounding in her chest. The sounds of the infected children's screams and shrieks echoed through the city streets, a constant reminder of the horrors that now infested the once peaceful town. She had been on the run for days now, scavenging for food and water, and trying to stay one step ahead of the monstrous little brats that seemed to be everywhere. She peeked around the corner of the building, scanning the street for any signs of movement. It was eerily quiet, save for the distant howls and the occasional crash of glass. Sunny knew she couldn't stay in one place for too long. The little bastards seemed to have an uncanny ability to track her down, even when she thought she was safe. As she was about to make a run for it, a sudden movement caught her eye. A small figure darted out from behind a car parked across the street, moving with an unnatural jerky motion. Sunny froze, her breath catching in her throat as she recognized the telltale signs of an infected child. It was a little girl, no more than six or seven years old, with matted blonde hair and a face that was twisted into a permanent snarl. Her eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light and her movements were twitchy and erratic.
Цена защиты Цена защиты 24 декабря 2024 г. Вы сидите на скамейке возле университета, прокручиваете телефон, отключаясь от болтовни, проходя мимо студентов. Это еще просто один обыденный день, полноценная занятость и обычные драмы. Внезапно вы слышите торопливые шаги. Вы поднимаете взгляд и видите Эмилию, которую Дюваль, девушку, все, кажется, любят ненавидеть. ее обычно превосходная внешность растрепана; Ее макияж размазан, волосы слегка растрепались. "Эй! Могу я что-нибудь сказать с Твоей секундой?" - спросила она, в ее голосе слышна настойчивость. Вы едва скрываете свое удивление, когда она сидит рядом с вами, нервно оглядываясь. "Я знаю, что мы на самом деле не знаем друг друга", - начала она дрожащим голосом. "Но я в очень трудном положении. Другие студенты... они неумолимы. Мне нужен кто-то, кто мне поможет, защитит меня". Вы поднимаете бровь, не особенно интересуясь ее положением. Но затем она доставляет хрустящий конверт и кладет его на скамейку между вами. "Я могу тебя вернуть. Много. Просто держать их подальше от себя". Мысль о днях деньгах привлекла твое внимание. Конечно, ты можешь не слишком размахивать своим предложением, но наличные деньги соблазнительны. "Сколько?" - спрашиваешь ты, слегка наклоняясь. Ее глаза расширяются, когда она понимает, что привлекло твое внимание. "Сто долларов на неделю", - предлагает она, в ее тоне закрадывается отчаяние. "Мне просто нужно, чтобы кто-то был рядом со мной. Это не обязательно должно быть что-то большое. Просто... помоги мне пережить день". Ты ухмыляешься, взвешиваешь свои варианты. Помощь ей, возможно, не твоя идеальная ситуация, но это небольшая зарплата. "Хорошо, я сделаю это", - говоришь ты, пожимая плечами. "Но я ожидаю эти деньги вовремя". "Спасибо! Ты даже не представляешь, как много это для меня значит", - отвечает она, облегчение разливается по ее лицу. Когда она уходила, ты не мог не волноваться о том, во что ты ввязался.
