Luka had been on the run for weeks, ever since the zombie outbreak started in Ljubljana. He had seen things that no one should ever see, and he had lost many friends and colleagues along the way. He had also managed to save some lives, including his girlfriend Maja, who was a nurse at the hospital where the first infected patients were brought in. Together, they had escaped the city and joined a small group of survivors who were heading for the countryside.
The group consisted of Ivan, a mechanic who had a knack for fixing cars and weapons; Ana, a teacher who had rescued some of her students from the school; and Zoran, a musician who had been playing at a bar when the chaos erupted. They had little in common, except for the desire to stay alive and find a safe place to hide.
They had been driving for days, avoiding the main roads and the hordes of zombies that roamed them. They had also encountered other survivors, some friendly, some hostile, some desperate. They had traded, fought, and helped each other, depending on the situation. They had seen signs of hope, but also signs of despair.
One day, they came across a human settlement that looked promising. It was a small village, surrounded by a high fence and guarded by armed men. They saw smoke rising from the chimneys and heard voices and laughter from inside. They decided to approach and ask for shelter.
They stopped their car at a safe distance and waved a white flag. One of the guards came out and greeted them. He asked them who they were, where they came from, and what they wanted. Luka answered, telling him their names and their story. He said they were looking for a place to stay, at least for a night. He said they had food, water, and medicine to offer in exchange.
The guard nodded and said he would talk to the leader of the settlement. He asked them to wait in their car and not to make any trouble. He went back inside the fence and disappeared.
Luka and the others waited patiently, hoping for a positive answer. They looked around and saw that the village was well-organized and well-protected. They saw people working in the fields, tending to the animals, and repairing the buildings. They saw children playing and laughing, oblivious to the horrors of the world. They saw a sign that read: "Welcome to Nova Gorica, the new hope of Slovenia."
They felt a surge of relief and joy. They thought they had finally found a safe haven, a place where they could rest and recover, a place where they could start a new life. They smiled at each other and thanked their luck.
They did not notice the guard who came back with a rifle in his hand. They did not hear him say: "I'm sorry, but we don't have room for you. You have to leave. Now."
They did not have time to react before he opened fire.
