27 The Stupid Campers!
♪Beep-Beep♪
The alarm for midnight sounded on the motorcycle helmet speakers as Seth continued his journey north. His pistol shot countless times while he practised his blade skills against the walkers in the forest, finding that it cleaved their heads quite nicely.
'It's a good job that there are no more flags on this side story...'
Seth felt great because he had reached level 7 not too long before, but when he was about to leave, there were screams and the sounds of humans singing and partying. He wasn't interested in saving anyone, but the idiots would gather the lingering zombies for him for more experience.
His current level status was.
Level: 7
Exp: 450/640
Class: None
Condition: 34/34 (Healthy)
And with both levels he gained: STR + 3 - DEX + 1 - VIT + 2 - AGI + 2
"They can only blame themselves for being so foolish, no... rather ignorant. Most people would check the conditions of the site they are visiting, and this place was in the news twelve times this week for brutal murders and missing person reports."
While reloading his pistol and crouching low to the ground, his feet made minimal sound in the soft dirt and grass as he found some tools used for hiking and climbing... a few boots, bottles of water and warm tea spread around... a climbing pick with blood and flesh on the tip.
'It seems they are not complete idiots.'
"Hmmm?"1 Nobody could hear his voice as the helmet had a mute function, so he could speak to himself or word his thoughts as if it helped Seth cope with the darkness and solemn time fighting along against the living dead.
"Grrr!!"
"Rrrrr..."
"Groooar."
The sounds of countless zombies groaning and moaning with the barking of a good few zombie dogs sounded on the enhanced hearing of the helmet using technology to boost natural hearing even further while wearing the helmet for spatial awareness while riding.
"These fools are smart... throwing their sleeping bags and gear over the thick branches and climbing to the top avoiding death... but the trees for some of them are not that strong, and with so many zombies pushing and pulling... two of the four will die or fall quite soon."
Seth sat on a branch, his body easily leaping to the ten-foot-high wooden lever from the trunk and watching, ensuring he wouldn't do something stupid.
'To farm the experience or not...'
⁜ The total experience for the entire horde is only around 50 experience. Why bother?
Once again, the system might have a nice voice or even seem to have feelings at times, but Seth knew it wasn't anything like that. The system wasn't human or mortal with those feelings at all.
So he ignored it.
'I will soon be at constant war with these creatures, and my strength, willpower, stamina, and morality will be tested to their limits.'
'Right now, 50 experience points might seem like nothing, but would it make the difference between life and death one day? Maybe it will be 500 next time, which I see as nothing. I cannot afford to look at my survival and life like a game.'
"I have to take everything possible, no matter how dangerous."
Taking a deep breath and switching his metal doom and hype custom playlist to extra bass, he stood on the branch, slowly stretching his muscles as all night fighting and levelling made him a little stiff.
With the song kicking in, he charged towards the tree with the weakest zombies...
'Time to grind!'
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⁜ Host has defeated Stage One Zombie x 38
∟ Gained 38 experience points (488/640)
"Damn...!" Seth's voice sounded from the helmet as he grabbed a hanging branch, his muscular arms yanking himself onto a branch safe from the zombie dogs that jumped to bite him, his suit covered in flesh and blood, while a few damaged parts revealed his bodysuit beneath as he took a breather.
"Haa.....ha.....haa.... only the five dogs left..."
When he began to fight, he first ran along the perimeter of the destroyed camp and used the stones and other things to block wind and the elements to confuse and trip the walkers before retreating to the high branches a moment before recovering.
But Seth underestimated the zombie dogs, who were much faster than the walkers, causing him to lose track of the situation... The dogs were hungry and desperate to eat him, jumping high to bite his ankles and lower legs...
'If I hadn't been careful and agile, I'd likely be dog food. However, the more I use my body at the highest level, the more my improvements feel natural.
Holding his black pistol at the mangy dogs, their foul stench like a cream casserole left in the oven for a week, someone took it out and tossed it in the living room, causing Seth's stomach to churn...
"Die, Dog Food!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dog fell after the fifth shot as his pistol became useless without ammo; he needed to find a way to create more bullets once this side story was done and over, but right now, he was tired and annoyed.
With a thud, he landed from the tree, kicking and slicing the throats of all the zombies to make sure they were dead and not waiting to grab him as he walked past as many of these cheating things would.
⁜ Host has defeated Stage One Zombie Dog x 5
∟ Gained 25 experience points (513/640)
Condition: 30/34 (Healthy)
"Hey... can you all stop being so pathetic? Maybe you have something to eat?" Seth removed his helmet, placing it on the huge rock beside him, a little stuffy and wet from the constant fighting as he unzipped the neck of his bike and bodysuit to let fresh air inside.
A handsome male with short silver hair shimmering in the argent moon in the middle of the night and pale green eyes like fireflies moving across the various people, wondering if they had anything to eat.
Two girls were attracted to the serious bad boy who suddenly came with a huge pistol and killed the strange monsters that attacked them slowly... the six people climbed down; it seemed Seth miscounted due to there being two couples huddled together.
"Uhhh, Mister...?" A girl with long blonde hair and cute features spoke softly, but Seth paid no attention to them; instead, he rummaged through the camping bags and backpacks, finding some chocolate bars and juice.
"Oh... thank god for the juice."
"Mister, did you save us?" Another girl with short orange hair asked. Her face was a little dirty, but she was lovely. Seth looked at her and gave an apologetic smile as she neared him.
"Sorry, I left my things back at the bike and am famished." His voice was polite, and his face was so pristine the girls believed he was someone well off; his fingers were smooth and well-manicured despite fighting and using such advanced athletics.
"No worry! It's okay! Here I have some cake... oh, where did it go..." The orange-haired girl bumped into him with her petite body several times, obviously on purpose, her hips, chest and buttocks several times as she browsed... the others were chatting by the reignited fire about the event.
"Hehe. I found it!" Her voice sounded as the cute cherry Bakewell was handed towards Seth... somehow he felt the hairs on the back of his skin tingling... the world seemed to move in slow motion, but even he couldn't move...
The ground shuddered, and he blinked...
In the next moment, the cute orange-haired girl's body was hit by something huge and was crushed into meat paste... the cake and her arm were torn off as the same thing hit Seth, and his body was sent flying into the distance, smashing against a huge rock while completely shattering it in the process.
His body and brain completely rattled as his health condition reached Hazard...
