【Chapter II (2): "Hounded."】

「𝗩𝗼𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝟭: "𝗜 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝗲."」

「𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗜 (𝟮): "𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱."」

「𝟬𝟬𝟬𝟮」

「??? 𝗣𝗢𝗩」

「𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝟮」

「𝗔𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝟮𝟳, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟬」

I leaned down close and looked at the floating holographic-like object in front of me. I then closed my eyes and opened them repeatedly, but no matter what I do the text is still there, "What the fuck?"

「Message.」

「Your rewards for completing the Tutorial Quest have arrived.」

「Would you like to accept?」

「Accept」「Refuse」

Before I could read the text properly the text disappeared making me instantly confused, "Huh?" I blurted out loud as I scrunch my face wearing a very confused expression at the same time, "What the fuck?" I said to myself out loud not knowing what that was, a hallucination. Probably, I really need sleep.

I was only able to hear myself very partially because of the loud surroundings, screaming, gunfire, growling, and sirens. All of this Madness quickly made me forget about the weird mystic shit I had just recently seen, the annoying sound of the surrounding disorientated me more than a little bit. Especially the siren part, which made me look to my left in confusion.

And noticed a few people driving recklessly and people killing other Zombies, either with gunfire or brute force. The gunfire sound caused me to be madly annoyed, just more than a little bit. But past the Survivors, I noticed a few Ambulances and Fire Trucks simultaneously passing by a few streets where I currently am.

I cleared my nose using my left hand, the same hand that is currently holding a pen. I then did the same to the side of my eyes, cleaning the crust off of them.

I then sniffed heavily a few times and stood up, even though my legs are hurting from all the running I still stood up, I kept looking to my right and left watching my surroundings.

Looking everywhere and the only thing I could see is Chaos, Death, and Mayhem. I then swallowed a lump of saliva that have gathered on my throat while looking at my hands, seeing only my dirty bloodied hands clean and shiny ballpen on the left while the other is holding a bloody scissor.

My vision then unfocused from my hands and to the road under me, and the things that I could only see is my bloodied school uniform and blood-red jacket. Both of which are painted in blood. My clothing even my jacket is made out of wool, so the blood would definitely stick.

But that thing isn't the one bothering me, no the one thing bothering me is the corpse of a Stray Dog and a Zombie in my left and right, I feel sick but weirdly enough I'm not guilty. But I still feel sick. And it isn't because of the stench of the corpses, no that's a disgusting stench I know but that isn't what I'm talking about, it's about something else, I just can't really pinpoint exactly what it is.

Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is Hell on Earth right now, why the fuck am I having second thoughts right now? Fuck it.

I strengthened my resolve and clutched my pen and scissors very tightly in my hands while walking down the street looking at my surroundings as I do so, it isn't that bad, to be honest. People are fighting back, dumb and kind people are getting killed, and the government is actually doing its fucking thing. He'll this is better than expected, these Zombies are slow as fuck.

I kept looking at my surroundings, to be precise observing it, observing the people, the Zombies, the surrounding. Everything is going haywire, and here I am walking on a street sidewalk bloodied and holding a scissor and a pen,

Walking like I have a limp on my legs, you see my left leg was always weaker than my right leg. Causing me to look like I'm one of those things whenever I'm tired of fixing my walking stance, my poor posture, bloodied face, and clothing aren't helping in that regard.

I kept walking down the street almost near the school where my brother is currently in, God forbids if some numbskulls ever tried hurting my Brother, I'll burn them all, I thought to myself while grasping my pen and scissors tightly while my left eye twitches multiple times.

I walked passed multiple people feeling their gaze as I do so, most if not all of them carrying bags and backpacks, my best guess is that they are trying to find somewhere safe, idiots. This is Nowhere Georgia, a county in the fucking US of the mother fucking A neighboring county of King County.

Where are they trynna go? To a fucking city? Like in Atlanta? That's stupid, extremely stupid, it'll fall down in a matter of weeks, he'll I'll be surprised if they survived for days even. They'll only get themselves killed.

I stopped for a second in the middle of the street and thought of an idea, I turned around and looked at each and every person that is currently staring at me, "Get. The fuck back inside. Please?" I told them in a hush yet loud voice. I'm a natural chatter piece so it was incredibly loud enough, even if I'm not trying.

I then presented a smile at them showing the upper half of my teeth and the dimples on both sides of my face, which is probably creepy for them because of all the blood on my face and clothes, but I don't want them to panic.

"kshhhhk." A vase-breaking sound could be heard, dropped by the old woman not far away from me. Which caused my smile to disappear, replacing my smile with an annoyed one while making me grit my teeth while still showing my dimples, these folks aren't surviving this Zombie Apocalypse.

My brows then furrowed as I raised my right arm above my head, the one that is currently holding scissors in a threatening manner, "GET! THE FUCKING, BACK! INSIDE! OR I WILL FUCKIN' HUNT ALL OF YOU DOOOOWN!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, shocking the people while also having the intended effect, for them to get the fuck back inside.

Even though I'd scared them, they aren't still moving so I pointed my scissors at a Man with a weird beard that was about to enter his car, the same said man is holding a little Blonde haired Girl no more than 10, the said girl holding a stuff teddy bear, if my guesses are right she is his daughter.

"YOU! FUCK FACE, I KNOW YOU ARE A SEX OFFENDER! DON'T EVEN TRY IT! GET INSIDE NOW! NOW, NOW! NOW!! NOW NOW!!! MOVE, MOVE! MOVE!! FUCKING MOOOOVE!!!" EVERYT- oh sorry, I mean in the middle of my speech I kept stumping on the street's pavement, spit leaving my mouth as I scream out like a madman.

I then calmed my nerves down a little bit while still gritting my teeth, feeling sweat run down the back of my neck as I touched it to confirm, my bloodied and dirty hand causing the right side of my neck to have a blood handmark on it, being slowly washed by the trail of sweat pouring down from the back of my head.

I sniffed a little bit and turned my attention back to the people before me, Grandma still looked like she is holding a vase, but that vase is invisible. Actually, in this case, broken shattered on the street floor, this caused me to be confused while my left eye kept twitching, I then smiled at them and politely asked, "What? Get. The FUCK! BACK IN!!!"

"S-sweetie let's go, quick." The Father, who is thankfully isn't a numbskull nudged her Daughter the Blonde Girl to follow him inside their house, which is apparently just in front of their car. Huh, that's actually kinda funny.

Which actually made me smile, and chuckle a little bit, I then turned around with a much brighter mood leaving the rest who aren't following what I just said to fuck off, I then pointed at everyone and at the few people who is walking pass by, "Fuck the rest of you, I don't give a fucking care."

I then limped away with a smile on my face, approaching the school my Brother is in slowly by slowly, ignoring the weird gaze the people kept giving me. Aren't you people supposed to be busy with something? God, fuck them all.

I kept walking, walking, walking like I have a fucking limp my face and clothes bloodied, as I ignore everyone around me. While I tightly clutch my pen and scissors, seeing my next target trying to eat a Stray Cat

「"QEBV XOB KLQ GRPQ PILT!"」

『I don't know about you but writing small details like "Wind blowing to the left side." or "Taking a huge step to the Street." is always interesting for me. You know the saying "The Devil is in the details." or something along those lines, I don't even know if that's a saying it just sounded right.』

『Fuck you all guys, only 2 people voted, and it's a fucking draw. So I'll just do the School Arc and Mall Arc separately but from now on I ain't doing a voting session.』

『I was actually in the 1k word cap but I decided to rewrote everything because I don't want you too cringe, sorry about the attention to details. I just love em, why do I sound like a girl when writing this by the fucking way? Jesus cries.』

『Yo MC, that limp like leg is seriously gonna help you in the long run. 』

『That Little Girl that is holding a Bear stuff toy is supposed to be the first Walker Rick's killed. She is named Summer and I'm changing her plot because I can haaaaaaaa! Our Protagonist unbeknownst to himself is changing the original plot.』

『The Chapter's title was supposed to be, Pretty Much Dead Already. But I scrolled through The Walking Dead's episodes titles and found the Hounded, searched up what it meant and found it pretty funny that it's exactly what my Protagonist did.』

『Rushed this I got shit to do about my Filipino subject studies, but I'm not gonna lie I liked this chapter better than it was supposed to be intended. I didn't really had a plan, I just make it up along the way type of shit, regretted introducing the system this much earlier, I think I fixed it though? Question mark. But don't worry I think I have an explanation for that system, but you all need to trust me.』

「Writen: "January 14 2023."」

「Posted: "January 14 2023."」

「Words: "1803 Words."」