Here is the English translation of the provided Arabic text:
After the man brought the boy to his home, he began providing first aid, trying to keep him alive.
After some time of unconsciousness, the boy slowly began to open his eyes, finding himself lying on one of the beds.
He slowly turned his face to the right and saw the same man who had saved him earlier, sitting on one of the chairs.
The man looked at him, his face filled with expressions of joy and happiness, and said in an excited tone: "You're awake! I can't believe it—you're really alive! Ahem, sorry for getting so emotional. I'm just a little excited. I haven't seen any other human around here in a long time."
The man took a glass of water from the table in front of him and handed it to the boy. The boy took the glass and drank some of it.
The man continued talking: "I'm sorry if the way I talk sounds strange. I just haven't met people in a long while. My name is Jesse. What's your name?"
The boy looked at Jesse with eyes full of surprise but didn't utter a single word. Silence filled the room, and the happiness on Jesse's face gradually began to fade. Then he said: "Seriously? You don't trust me? I know we just met, but I saved your life—I thought that would be enough reason for you to trust me."
The boy kept staring at Jesse without saying anything. All the joy completely disappeared from Jesse's face when he saw there was no response. Then he said, puzzled: "What's wrong with you? You're not going to answer me? Did the cat eat your tongue?"
The boy's expression changed and surprise appeared on his face. He opened his mouth and began touching his tongue.
Jesse was baffled by this action, but he froze in shock when he looked more closely at the boy's mouth.
It was completely mutilated—flesh torn apart, with many broken and shattered teeth scattered everywhere inside. Jesse felt strange about what he saw, but he immediately realized the boy was mute. He asked him to sit down on the floor.
Once they were both seated, Jesse began speaking: "I don't know if you already knew this or not, but I'm going to tell you just in case (and because I desperately want to talk to someone).
In this place, there are two types of creatures you need to be extremely careful of.
First type: The Wanderers. They are semi-human creatures, but closer to walking corpses than actual humans. Usually they're decomposing or missing parts of their bodies. They attack any living thing they see. A single one isn't that big of a threat since their physical strength is usually a bit weaker than—or about the same as—a human's. Their real danger lies in their numbers. They almost always move in groups of at least thirty, which makes dealing with them extremely difficult without proper weapons.
Second type: The Strangers. I can't describe these creatures with any single characteristic because each one is completely unique. For example: some can control a person just by making direct eye contact, others have invisible bodies and can only be detected by their eyes—the only visible part of them."
Right after that, a strange sound came from outside.
Jesse turned around, stood up from the floor, and said to the boy in a firm tone: "I'm going to check what's going on."
He went to the window and looked outside. The area was empty as usual. He kept scanning until he spotted a crow nearby, its loud cawing echoing everywhere.
Annoyance appeared on Jesse's face. He muttered to himself: "Those damn crows! Their annoying noise is going to bring the Wanderers back again."
He went to one of the boxes, took out his suppressed pistol, and stepped outside to search for the crow. After a short while, he found it right in front of one of his windows. He aimed and fired—but missed. The crow screeched even louder in response.
Jesse rushed toward it, panic clear on his face: "This is bad. This is really bad."
He ran to the crow, grabbed it tightly by the throat, and fired again—blowing its head apart and splattering its blood across the barren ground.
Jesse took a deep breath and began looking around nervously. After a moment of silence, he started to feel a bit relieved—until deafening screams came from the distance.
The boy came out of the cabin to find Jesse right in front of him, holding out a silver key. In a stern voice, Jesse said: "Take this key and go up to the attic. You'll find a door at the end. Use the key, open it, and bring any weapon—quickly."
Without the slightest hesitation, the boy ran toward the attic while Jesse stayed in place, watching for the approaching Wanderers.
Less than fifty seconds later, Jesse spotted a large group of Wanderers running straight toward him.
He raised his pistol and opened fire. He hit several, but there were dozens of them—and they were moving fast.
He thought to himself: "Damn it—at this rate they'll tear me apart before I even empty the magazine."
Jesse quickly retreated into the cabin, locked the door tightly, and aimed his pistol at it.
The horde of Wanderers reached the house and began trying to break in. Jesse stood his ground, firing through the door in hopes of taking down a few more.
Their hands broke through the wooden walls, and their eyes glared at him through the holes they made.
A mix of determination and anxiety was carved into the man's face.
Meanwhile, the boy reached the attic and found an old-looking door at the far end.
He approached it, used the key, and opened it.
Inside was a small dusty room filled with cobwebs, containing three large crates that took up most of the space.
The boy went to the first crate he saw and opened it—empty.
The same with the one on the right.
Confusion began to fill him about why Jesse had sent him here.
Downstairs, Jesse kept shooting, one bullet after another.
The creatures' screams grew louder.
Blood started seeping under the door.
But to his misfortune—his magazine ran dry.
He looked at the door and saw the Wanderers were about to break through completely. His heart pounded with tension.
Jesse turned and started running toward the attic to get a weapon himself—but he froze when he saw the boy right behind him, holding a grenade launcher.
Jesse looked at him with worried eyes, snatched the weapon roughly, turned toward the door, and pulled the trigger.
The grenade launched from the barrel and exploded—shattering the door and the Wanderers in a violent blast.
Entrails, blood, and limbs flew everywhere in chaotic disarray.
The door and everything around it turned into rubble.
At the same moment, a piece of wood shot toward the boy's foot from the force of the explosion, causing him to fall in sharp pain.
Jesse rushed to check on him. When he reached him, he saw that the skin on the top of the boy's right foot had been partially torn off. He immediately ran to fetch the first-aid kit.
(Continuation follows)