I'm not a monster

Глава 1The pile of boards kept me safely hidden from the strays. I don’t know why, but they lost track of me and got away.My shoulder ached horribly. Not surprisingly, I fell in a basement... Or was it a semi-basement?«What difference? I need to get out».Trying to make as little noise as possible so those things wouldn’t hear me again, I got out from under the rubble.«What a luck», — i thought as I saw the stairs in front of me leading upward.It would be worth getting a gun, because behind the door to the living floor (though what living floor? People haven’t lived here for a long time) they could be hiding... But who?«What do you mean who? The dead men!»I was arguing with myself. Apparently the fall hadn’t cleared my head yet.«Well, well, one, two... Why am I counting steps?»I went upstairs and listened. It was quiet behind the door, though that didn’t mean no one was there. The wander…