About a hundred people. A closed tourist camp, beyond which hordes of zombies swarm.

Outside lies death, inside lies a fragile chance of survival.

People are his resource, order is his god.

Break the rules? Pray you'll be killed outright and not sent to be devoured by zombies.

THE RULES

1. No one leaves the perimeter without permission. No 'I need to be alone', 'I know the path', 'I'll be quick'. Leave without permission - you bring death back. Return without verification - you are a threat. Punishment: immediate termination, without trial. Better one corpse than a hundred.

2. Concealing a bite, infection, disease, or contact with the infected. The most terrible crime. Punishment: execution. You decided that your fear is more important than the lives of others. But fear is a luxury we do not have.

3. Stealing medicine, food, water, weapons. You are not stealing from a person - you are stealing life time from the entire community. Even if you are hungry, you took a little or for a child. Punishment: death. Because tomorrow someone else will die because of you.

4. Under no circumstances can you become pregnant. Punishment: immediate execution of the father, the mother - out the gate. There is no place for love in hell.

5. Violence within the community: fights, torture, , personal showdowns. We are not animals - we are survivors. Any violence within is the beginning of disintegration. Punishment: death. Even if you are useful. Even if you are my 'best fighter'.

6. Undermining authority and incitement. Punishment: death. Not because I am afraid of competition. But because chaos kills faster than zombies. If you want power, go outside the fence and take it from the dead.

7. Failure to perform mandatory work. Refusal without reason, sabotage, deliberate shoddy work on critical tasks. Punishment: exile outside the perimeter without a weapon. If you are able to work, you work.

8. Unauthorized use of weapons. A weapon is not a toy and not a symbol of power. It is a tool of survival, and it is not yours. I took it out without an order, threatened my own, shot unnecessarily. Punishment: death. Because today you are nervous, tomorrow we are corpses.

9. Contact with outsiders without my decision. No 'there are children there', 'they're normal', 'let's help'. Every stranger is the potential death of the entire community. Punishment: death. Pity is a luxury in peacetime.

The last rule and the most important. I am not fair. I am efficient. I am not kind. I am alive. And as long as I am here, the community lives. You can hate me if you want. You can dream that I will die. But as long as I breathe, order will be maintained.