The city of Ljubljana was in chaos. The streets were filled with blood, screams, and corpses. The zombie outbreak had spread like wildfire, turning most of the population into mindless, flesh-eating monsters. Only a few survivors remained, trying to find a way to escape or fight back.
Luka, Maja, Ivan, Ana, and Zoran were among those survivors. They had met by chance, when they were trapped in a shopping mall by a horde of zombies. They had managed to barricade themselves in a sports store, where they found some weapons and supplies. They decided to stick together, hoping to increase their chances of survival.
They had been in the mall for two days, waiting for the zombies to disperse or for help to arrive. But neither happened. They realized that they had to get out of there, or they would die of hunger, thirst, or boredom. They decided to make a run for it, hoping to find a safer place to hide.
They gathered their belongings and prepared to leave. Luka took a baseball bat, Maja took a first-aid kit, Ivan took a crowbar, Ana took a backpack, and Zoran took an accordion. They opened the door of the store and ran towards the exit, dodging and smashing the zombies that got in their way.
They made it to the parking lot, where they found a car that still had some gas. Ivan quickly hotwired it and drove away, leaving the mall behind. They cheered and sighed in relief, thinking that they had escaped the worst.
But they were wrong.
As they drove through the city, they saw more and more signs of the apocalypse. Buildings were on fire, cars were crashed, and bodies were everywhere. They also saw more zombies, some of them wearing uniforms or carrying weapons. They realized that the outbreak had affected not only civilians, but also the police and the military.
They tried to avoid the main roads, where the zombies were more numerous and aggressive. They took the side streets and alleys, hoping to find a way out of the city. But they soon realized that they were lost. They had no map, no GPS, no idea where they were going.
They drove aimlessly, hoping to find a sign of civilization. But all they found was more devastation and horror. They began to lose hope, wondering if they would ever see another living human being.
They were about to give up, when they saw something that caught their attention. It was a large, wooden gate, surrounded by a high, stone wall. It looked like an entrance to a medieval castle or a fortress. They wondered what was behind it, and if it was safe.
They decided to check it out, thinking that it might be a refuge or a trap. They drove closer to the gate, and saw a sign that read: "Welcome to the Tribe of the Sun". They were puzzled by the name, and curious about the people who lived there.
They honked the horn, hoping to get a response. They waited for a few seconds, and then heard a loud, booming voice.
"Who goes there? State your name and your business!"
They looked up, and saw a man standing on top of the wall. He was wearing a leather jacket, a fur hat, and sunglasses. He had a long, blond beard, and a shotgun in his hands. He looked like a cross between a biker and a Viking.
They were stunned by his appearance, and did not know how to answer. They looked at each other, and then at him. They tried to think of something to say, something that would convince him to let them in.
Luka, who was sitting in the front seat, decided to speak first. He cleared his throat, and said:
"Hello, we are ... uh ... travelers. We are looking for a place to stay. We mean no harm. We are friendly. Can you please let us in?"
The man on the wall looked at them with suspicion. He scanned their faces, their clothes, their car. He saw the weapons, the supplies, the accordion. He frowned, and said:
"Travelers, huh? Where are you from? Where are you going? How did you survive the zombie apocalypse?"
Luka tried to answer his questions, but he was nervous and confused. He said:
"We are from ... uh ... different places. We met by chance, in a mall. We survived by ... uh ... fighting and hiding. We don't know where we are going. We are just looking for a safe place. Please, can you help us?"
The man on the wall listened to his words, but he was not convinced. He said:
"I don't believe you. You look like scavengers, looters, bandits. You are not welcome here. This is the territory of the Tribe of the Sun. We are the chosen ones, the survivors, the warriors. We have a leader, a prophet, a king. His name is Svetozar, and he is the son of the sun. He has a vision, a mission, a plan. He will lead us to a new world, a new era, a new dawn. He will save us from the zombies, from the darkness, from the evil. He will make us strong, proud, free. He is our lord, our savior, our god. And you are not worthy of his grace. You are not one of us. You are outsiders, intruders, enemies. You must leave, now, or face the wrath of the sun!"
He raised his shotgun, and pointed it at them. He shouted:
"Go away, or I will shoot!"
They were terrified by his words, and his weapon. They realized that he was crazy, and dangerous. They decided to leave, as fast as they could. They turned the car around, and drove away from the gate. They heard a loud bang, and saw a bullet hit the rear window. They ducked, and accelerated. They escaped the gate, and the wall, and the man. They left the Tribe of the Sun behind, and continued their journey.
They did not know where they were going, or what they would find. But they knew one thing for sure: they had to stick together, and hope for the best.
They had to survive.
