1 Chapter 1
Author note—-
First I want to clarify something, this is a preview, something for you to know what I'm working on... on my Patreön, this will not get daily updates yet. This is... a sample.
I will start updating this once I have enough back up chapters, this is just to show what's coming soon to webnovel.
If you want to check the chapters I have ahead go check https://www.patreón.com/cornbringer
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[Achievement Unlocked: Apocalyptic Beginning.]
I blinked twice in confusion and the message vanished. I had no idea what the hell was going on, one moment I was watching TV and the next I was wherever the fuck I was now, with a sigh I pushed that worried thought tor a moment right now I had bigger things to worry about, like figuring out where was I and how to get back home.
Gathering my thoughts I decided to check my body first, this could either be a prank or something more within the illegal lines of things, after all, organ trafficking was the first thing that came to mind, right now.
"Let's see," I was wearing a pair of jeans, black sneakers, a leather belt, and a crimson red T-shirt, things I don't recall owning, at least not the specific models I had, but what stood out the most was that, my body was different. I was taller, and had a very athletic build, "This must be one of those drug induced situations Jack talked about," I rationalized, after all, what were the odds of waking up with a new body, just because?
As I pondered over that thought I heard a scream, I turned to where I had heard the scream almost as if on instinct to find a woman that had somehow gotten surrounded by what could only be described as Zombies, or very good cosplayers. Her eyes caught mine for a brief second and in desperation, in sheer terror she yelled to me, "Help me!" And just like that the idea of the things surrounding her being cosplayers vanished, the terror, the fear on her scream made me believe she was in danger.
Looking at her, I weighed my options, I had no weapons, no combat abilities worth noting and was clearly outnumbered, so I simply couldn't help her, as I came to this conclusion, one of the zombies lunged toward her, moving surprisingly fast for something that should be dead and decaying. And if there was any doubt before about the situation, there was none now, almost as if in slow motion, I saw how the zombies jumped at her one by one, ripping her apart, surprisingly I wasn't throwing up.
"I have to get out of here," Nightmare, or drug induced dream or not, I wanted no part of what she had suffered or was suffering, so I started running. I was not built for a zombie apocalypse, yes I had played every game in the Resident Evil franchise, but that wasn't helpful at all, I had no real survival skills for this type of situation, besides the general knowledge a headshot is usually the right call to kill zombies, so I ran all while I could hear the girl screaming in a mix of pain and fear, honestly I was surprised she was still alive after the first couple of bites.
As I ran through what seemed to be a mountain, words appeared in front of me, I looked at them more closely this time, mostly because I had no chance of doing so last time. The first thing I noticed was that the words moved with my eyes, if I turned left, the message would move with my eyes.
[Achievement Unlocked: Cold Blooded!]
Cold blooded, I suppose in a way, I could be considered that by letting her die, but it's better than getting a gawned to death by a bunch of zombies. I continued to run aimlessly until I found a house, an abandoned one at that, typical for this kind of setting. Checking there were no zombies near it, I blinked away the message calling me a cold blooded bastard, what did they expect? I mean was supposed to just throw myself into a melee when it was clear I was going to die to help someone I didn't even know? That wasn't being cold blooded, that was just common sense.
With a sigh I opened the door to the house with caution, if Zombie games taught me anything, it was that those fuckers like to jump scare in the worst moments.
[The exercise always pays off! STR and AGI have gone up by 1!]
I blinked in mild surprise. Perhaps this was my punishment for playing games every day, I was now stuck in hell struggling to survive a zombie apocalypse with a gaming like ability, "If I survive this, I will seriously get a new hobby, maybe Tennis, I always wanted to play it," I muttered as I walked into the house.
Grabbing the first thing I could use as a weapon, I inspected every room in the house, one by one, until I found a newspaper, normally I would discard such thing, but considering the situation, it was ill advised to do so, so I gave the archaic thing a read, and once again I was shocked, this is becoming a pattern, "Aklay Mountain," I muttered, reading the newspaper, that said that people have been dying in the mountains, with the culprits being strange creatures, it all made sense now, the zombies, the name of the place, "Resident Evil: Zero… fuck,"
I stood where I was, holding the newspaper, trying to work things out.
"Of all the games I played, the gods picked the worst one in terms of… I wonder if he can survive," I muttered to myself, "Alright, I suppose the least I can do is try to survive this," I would have time to whine later.
So dropping the newspaper back, I continued with my search for zombies in the house, now hoping some things around here worked like in the games, an abandoned house? That was a weapon in any resident evil game, or at least a place to find some ammunition.
"Oh thank god," I muttered in relief, it seemed some things I knew would work out here, I had, after all, found a standard handgun under a bed in one of the rooms.
Hovering over the gun, there was a message,
[The standard handgun used by the police of Racoon City. This handgun is useful against Zombies and humans, but that's about it. It can be upgraded.
Ammunition: 15/15]
"That's a pretty summarized description," I chuckled, all while still wondering how in the hell was I holding my shit together so… well, good, "I wonder… skills?"
[—-Skills—-
Gamer's Mind - Passive - LV MAX: Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Allows peaceful state of mind. Immunity to mental disorder. This skill does not block fear or anger, or any emotion for that matter, it simply helps the user to deal with them without losing his composure, emotions all of them are necessary for critical thinking.
Gamer's Body - Passive - LV MAX: Grants a body that allows for the user to live the real world like a game. Sleeping in a bed restores HP and EP.]
So that's the reason I'm not freaking out, I have a skill that is keeping my metaphorical shit together, "Stats,"
[—- Stats —-
Name: Edward Walker
Job: The Gamer
Level: 1
Exp: 0%
HP: 100/100
EP: 75/100
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STR: 5
VIT: 5
AGI: 5
INT: 10
CHA: 3
WIS: 7
LUK: 4
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I had no idea if those numbers were good or bad, with curiosity I hovered my finger over the stats, getting a more detailed description.
[STRENGTH - STR
A measure of how physically strong a character is. Strength often controls the power and/or damage of melee attacks, the maximum weight the character can carry. Armor and weapons might also have a Strength requirement to use them.]
Pretty self explanatory, "Lets see the others,"
[VITALITY - VIT
A measure of how sturdy a character is. Vitality influences hit points aka HP, and resistances for special types of damage poisons, illness, heat etc. and fatigue. It also decreases taken damage by either a percentage or a fixed amount per hit.
AGILITY - AGI
A measure of how agile a character is. Agility controls attack and movement speed and accuracy, as well as evading an opponent's attack.
INTELLIGENCE - INT
A measure of a character's problem-solving ability. Intelligence controls a character's ability to comprehend foreign languages and their skills adapting to new knowledge to life or death situations.
CHARISMA- CHA
A measure of a character's social skills, that can affect sometimes their physical appearance, you know what they say, feel sexy, be sexy. Charisma influences prices while trading and NPC reactions to the character. Under certain circumstances, this skill can negate combat actions between players and NPC enemies.
WISDOM - WIS
A measure of a character's common sense and in some cases spirituality. Wisdom controls a character's ability to rationalize information, or discern other characters' motives or feelings.
LUCK - LUK
A measure of a character's luck. Luck might influence anything or nothing, but mostly influences the encounter of random items, encounters and outstanding successes or failures.]
"Alright," I sighed.
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—-Inventory—
[—Standard Handgun - Racoon City Police Department—
The standard handgun used by the police of Racoon City. This handgun is useful against Zombies and humans, but that's about it. It can be upgraded.
15/15 Ammunition]
