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He ran away from the zombie siege.
He managed to escape from the base with a group of survivors. Then, he got split from the others because of the sudden emerging of a level 5 zombie. Talk about bad luck.
The zombie barreled from the underground and surprised them. He barely escaped and frantically bolted away without looking back. However, the person next to him, unfortunately, had become the target of the high-level zombie.
The man screamed in despair, and his voice soon faded as his neck got torn apart by the zombie's sharp teeth. A horde of zombies then appeared and crowded the man, ripping his flesh and gnawing his limbs.
The guttural and squelching sound soon followed.
His stomach churned. He felt nausea after encountering such grotesque sight, but he refrained himself. Guilty or sympathy is useless at this hopeless time. Either you are the one who got eaten or someone else. He is lucky to evade the gruesome situation.
The situation right now could be summarized into one word.
Chaos.
Scream of panic, plead for help, cries and wailings are coming from every direction.
The humans' and zombies' voices intermittently reverberate in the air.
Thundering sounds could be heard from a distance, signaling that the humans, especially the soldiers and the ability users, are still fighting. Indicate that the hopeless situation is within the remedy. They fought for their right to live in this barren world, and their bravery is commendable. Good for them.
Meanwhile, he is one of the many ordinary people who is a good-for-nothing, served as useless baggage rather than a helper. It's better for him to run than to be a hero.
The thick and black smoke smoldered up to the sky. The building is engulfed in flame and eventually collapses as the steel pillars can no longer bear the weight. Debris and dust are flying everywhere. The temperature became hotter even though it was supposed to be an autumn night. He wiped his sweat and swished his damp shirt.
Too hot. The man mentally complained. He stopped in his track.
Where should he go? At the empty intersection, he is standing awkwardly. Which way? Should he go to the right, or should he go to the left instead?
He got separated from the rest of the survivors because of the zombie bastard!
He is a map killer! He cannot differentiate the direction at all. Which way is west, or which way is east, or south or north? Can somebody tell him? He heard from others that a new base formed in the north. But, where is north?!
Furthermore, the chaos had misled everyone from the actual path, and humans got scattered like insects. He is alone in this lonely, treacherous road. He can only move forward.
Argh! Just run straight! He might meet someone on the road and ask for the direction. Right now, escape is his first priority.
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What day is today? How many days had passed since the zombie siege? Is he still alive? Is he still breathing?
The man stopped at a collapsed building and struggled to climb the wall that had a big hole in the center. Pieces of glass are scattered on the ground. He carefully strode along the way while evading the sharp glass.
Well, he is barefooted. His shoes get gnawed by a zombie, and while he shrieks in panic, he manages to smash the zombie's head with a stone.
The stench of decayed body and rotten flesh is thickly permeating in the air. The bile rose up, and the man vomited on the spot.
The man clutched his chest. His heart was wildly pounding, and he could barely regulate his erratic breathing. The rim of his eyes is brimming with tears. Seeing him still survived, he immediately cried. From a sniffle and sobbing, it became a heart-wrenching crying. The man spent 30 minutes lamenting his harsh life before he steadily calmed down.
The man got up and resumed his walk. And, here he is.
He finally arrived in a new town. The town barely resembled one. It looked worse than his old base. Maybe, this place got raided by a horde of zombies the other day.
He looked everywhere, searching for humans. He wanted to know his location.
Suddenly, a black shadow emerged out of nowhere and attacked him! He couldn't even scream as their bodies collided and they tumbled above the ground. A gruff and guttural voice rang beside his ears, and before he could react, a sharp pain erupted from his bitten collarbone.
What?! A zombie?! Shit!
His eyes widen as wide as a saucer. The fact that he got bitten by a zombie finally descended inside his muddle-headed brain. No. He didn't want to die. The zombie gnawing his flesh and the sound of ripping skin with his bones slowly crunched to pieces are resounding in the place.
The pain is too much. He could not take it. His sight is blurry, and his blood-stained face is wet with transparent liquid. The man momentarily forgets about his pain. He seemed to be in a daze and staring at the blue, boundless sky.
I don't want to die. Why is my luck is terrible? I don't have power. While the other manifested ability, I got nothing except the burning feeling of jealousy. I don't have a friend or a significant other. From the moment I opened my eyes until I closed them, I was always alone. No one cries for me. No one will remember my name.
Even I, myself, forgot my own name. Who am I? The man let out a bitter chuckle.
From his peripheral vision, more zombies approached him.
They got attracted by the scent of blood. Alas, there's nothing I could do to overturn my shitty fate.
The man closed his eyes, hopelessly welcoming the darkness that soon took him away.
Just once, I wanted to be loved by someone. I wanted a family of my own. A child of my own flesh and blood is not bad, Right? That child will surely reciprocate my love. And, I will gladly shower him, or even her with endless love.
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The author wants to say something.
ML: (Grabbed the author by her collar) Resurrect him back! (Pointed at the battered corpse underneath the white blanket)
Author: (Stared at the pitiful and miserable character that got killed in the first chapter of her novel) Calm down, man! Aren't you forgetting the identity of this person you're grabbing right now?! I can end you-
ML: (Grabbed author's cheeks to prevent her from talking more nonsenses) You better resurrect him back, or I(made a gesture of slashing someone's neck) made you follow him to the netherworld. (Eyes flashed a dangerous light)
Author: (Couldn't stop trembling) Fine! I will resurrect him back, but not in this world. He will relive his life in another world, different from this one. Deal?
ML: (Stared at the author with a doubtful look) Why in another world? You can resurrect him back as a zombie in this world. How could I protect him if he is not within my reach?
Author: (Said in a mysterious tone) Because it is a must.
ML: (Released the author and went back to the corpse. He bent down and gently lifted the body in a bridal style)
Author: I thought all his limbs got eaten by those zombies? What left should be his head only?
ML: I had my own way of doing things. To regrow a limb or two was a piece of cake. You better keep your word, or (Chin gestured at the author's hands and feet) I can only take what is available to stitch the rest.
Author: (Shuddered) Don't worry, Sir! I'm the type who keeps my promise very well.
ML: (Coolly left the room and vanished to somewhere)
Author: ...This is why people say do not mess with a lunatic.
