For Those Who Were Left

[Status]

=>[Jason Howl, Human(Homo sapien), 22]

===>[Strength: 1.2]

===>[Endurance: 1.1] >>> 1.3

===>[Agility: 1.0] >>> 1.1

===>[Perception: 0.8] >>> 1.0

[Perks]

===>[Halo]

[Special Skills]

===>[Modern Firearm Handling: Beginner]

===>[Driving: Intermediate]

===>[Vital Aim Correction: Minor]

[Checkpoint Summary]

[Regular zombie kills (non head shots): 59]

===>[+14.75 points]

[Regular zombie kills (head shots): 38]

===>[+19 points]

[Special zombie kills: 7]

===>[+7 points]

[Boss zombie finisher: 1(Congrats, you were credited with the tank kill for your maneuver!)]

===>[+5 points]

[Hidden Objectives Completed!]

[Bringing Dead Weight Home, carry an allied player with 0 kills, players applied: 1 (Jenny)]

===>[+2 points]

[Save Comrade From a Special Zombie Lock, players applied: 1 (Spencer)]

===>[+1 points]

[Create an Antagonist]

===>[+20 points]

[Total Gain for Scenario 1, Checkpoint 2]

===>[+68.75 points]

[Current Point Balance]

===>[71.75 points]

"Fuck," Jason said to himself, interrupting the silence that was present while everyone was looking at their gains.

The confusion deigned an answer and while he didn't like lying as a policy, he didn't want anyone but Deshawn to know he CREATED an antagonist. "It gave me points saying an antagonist wants my life." Jason shrugged, "I wouldn't put it past System-kun to give the guy a chance to skin my flesh and torture my soul."

Zoey shivered at the thought while the other men looked contemplatively at the idea. Jenny, on the other hand was doing her usual thing. Is it even possible for humans to cry that much? After Spencer, Jason didn't want to be caught unaware again, but he also didn't create a desire to crawl from the pits of hell with the intention of claiming his soul in anyone else by acting rashly.

He went back to look at the orb, looking for the [Upgrade Object] option and he selected his newest acquisition. Having armored clothes would be nice, but these rags will only last the night. His gun is more important.

[Upgrade Object]

[Ruger Mini-14]

===>[Caliber: .223]

[Attachments]

===>[x4 magnification scope]

Jason looked through the options, the modifications to the barrel, stock, and everything were neat and all, but they costed roughly 5 points per mod. He wanted something better. He had over 70 points after all.

[Unlimited Ammunition: Stage One] [100 points]

===>[Flip the safety on and off to get a fresh mag from a dimension that has nothing but .223 caliber magazines made for your gun type. This is the poor man's version of pray and spray.]

[Intent-Driven Variable Scope] [35 Points]

===>[Magical attachment that auto focuses on your target or intended distance.]

[Max Recoil Dampener] [25 points]

===>[Completely eliminate recoil.]

[Active Ammo Conversion]

===>[Laser: Colored bolts of heat energy] [30 points]

===>[Railgun conversion: Invisible electromagnetic current that increases piercing and area damage.] [50 points]

===>[Plasma emitting round conversion: Explode in a spray of plasma on impact.] [75 points]

Most the options looked too sexy, not to mention that the damn System-kun gave unlimited modifications for the right price. There were just too many choices. He spent 1.75 points on two holsters for his pistols, a shoulder strap for his rifle, and a few extra magazines to top himself out.

After that, he decided to save his even 70 points for the next checkpoint. The gun was long range so he didn't want flashy lasers and he wanted the unlimited ammo for the evacuation and future missions. Carrying all this ammo was a pain in the ass anyway.

If he was being truthful to himself, he knew he would have bought the plasma rounds if he had a few more points. It was too badass to not get, especially with the density of the zombie groups.

Finishing up, the team waited in silence as the cacophony of the horde that erupted from the building collapse was over and stilled. They got up and went out the back of the pawn shop, through a few tight alleyways without a sound. The stillness was getting to them before Bill let a shot off at a lone zombie.

When the slug hit the zombie's chest, it exploded in a roar of flame that crackled as it crumpled to the ground like a puppet that had its strings cut.

"Deadass," Deshawn remarked simply.

Bill just started laughing before he lit a cigarette off of the flame and marveled at his gun.

"Please. Please tell me you aren't going to smoke that," Jason pleaded. "I know that everything is a mess, but that's too far."

"Eh," Bill cocked his head but was interrupted when Zoey smacked it out of his hands and stomped on it.

"Yes ma'am..." he said sadly as he pulled out another. "You kids are no fun, I haven't done anything like that since I last saw napalm."

"A new meaning to cancer sticks, Bill," Zoey remarked. "Grow up."

He mumbled under his breath as they arrived at a large building with a big, red sign that read, "Hersch. Shipping co since 1948." The ground around it was full of smashed big rigs and storage containers. It was clear from the rubble and mess that where was no way through the area unless they got up to the third floor where a gaping hole in the wall gave direct access to the building.

"Why are the streets such a mess? It should be simple to walk to a hospital, but noooooooo," Jason mocked. "Everyone had to crash and break things so we were forced to travel an obstacle course to go a few miles in a night of non-stop walking.

"At least there's no longer a huffing and puffing noise following us," Deshawn remarked.

"Ya, I guess," Jason answered while mentally adding, 'we just have hushed sobs instead.'

He decided to ignore the death flag that the thought created. That woman will live through this night. Probably.