Achievement System in an Apocalypitc world

Everything is a work of fiction.

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The last thing I remember was fire, wails, and screams. Then the sound of gunfire. As if the world was at war and I was in the epicenter of it all. Then as fast as it began, it ended.

I awoke; finding myself in my family's apartment, safe and sound in my room.

But, looking around I noticed subtle differences around my room. For one, my computer was an older model than what I had. Second, the posters I had plastered around my room were of things I hadn't seen before. The Third was the authentic gun that was next to my bed along with a bag and a note with gold lettering.

As soon as I picked up the note, it flashed and I felt something attach itself to my very soul. Suddenly, I knew what the letter said as I watched it disintegrate into gold particles. Feeling fear of what the note said, I jumped off my bed where I was laying and grabbed the gun and bag. As soon as I got myself situated and ready to leave, I walked out into the kitchen where I encountered my first undead.

My Family.

That was a week ago. Since then, I've been roaming from city to city. Trying to find any survivors. But, all I found was the dead, the infected, and the loss of life.

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[Two weeks later]

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Three weeks, that's how long I've been on the road. Three weeks since I put my family out of their misery. Wandering from place to place, trying to find some semblance of civilization. But the world wasn't the same one I knew.

The world changed. The undead roamed. Cities fell. And people ran scared.

But that wasn't all.

This world I found myself in was a mash-up of many, many different zombie survival games from what the letter said.

Resident Evil, DayZ, Unturned, Dying Light, Left4Dead, and The Last of Us. These were just some of the big names.

That letter, that damned letter explained it all to me. From the world as I now knew it, to the very thing that attached itself to my soul.

What attached itself to my soul you ask? A stupid system. One based on achievements to be exact. And one that I couldn't interact with.

Though, I did get two achievements. However, they were grim.

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{Achievement Get! x2}

{Kill your first undead! Reward: Minor medical knowledge}

{Heartfelt Familicide! Reward: Lock-pick set}

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Like I said, grim.

Currently, I'm somewhere in Georgia. Nearing the city of Atlanta if the roadway signs were reliable. Sighing, I continued my trek hoping for a silver lining soon. The winter cold was starting to come and I wanted something better than my tent or an abandoned car for the night.

As luck would have it, I wasn't having any of it as a group of roamers appeared from out behind a crashed semi. Nothing too hard, just three that were spaced out. Maybe luck is looking out for me after all.

I couched down and pulled out my knife, a simple yet large hunting knife, and snuck my way toward the first undead. With its back turned towards me, I snuck up behind it and kicked its knees out before shoving my knife into its temple. Destroying the brain and re-killing it. The second one saw me and started to waddle my way. Ripping my knife out of the first one's head, I faced the second as it swung its arm at me. Dodging the swipe, I grab it by the shoulder and slam my knife up through its lower jaw and straight to the brain. As I pulled the knife out, the third stumbled toward me from the noise I made. Sighing and not wanting to dull my knife anymore, I waited until it was close enough for me to trip and then heel-stomp the back of its head until I heard a sickening crunch.

Slightly winded from the stomping, I searched the walkers for anything they might have had when they were alive. And all I found was a set of keys and a wallet with cash that would make good tinder. The keys were to a wreaked Sadan that had luggage in it. From that luggage, I managed to find a folding pocket knife that I kept in case I needed it and socks.

The ones I had on were starting to go crusty and were starting to stink. So after making sure there was no undead around, I sat down and changed my socks. Once that was done, I sighed and got up, and started walking again on the only road I have ever known.

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After what felt like hours of walking, I came across the off-ramp that headed toward Atlanta. Sighing in happiness, I walked off the road and down the off-ramp. Heading for Atlanta.

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As the sun began to set, I stumbled upon an abandoned police cruiser. Looking around, I saw no roamers or any dead laying down. But I still had my guard up as I moved to the cruiser. Pulling out my knife, I slowly made my way around the cruiser, making sure there were no hidden surprises. Once everything around the car was cleared, I cleared the backseats then the front seats. No undead.

Sighing in relief, I checked the boot of the cruiser as I put my knife away. Inside, I found a shotgun and half of a box of slugs for it. Pumping the shotgun revealed that it was empty, so the first thing I did was load it full of slugs and slung it over my back next to my pack before pocketing the rest of the shells. Shutting the trunk, I walk around to the diver's side and checked for keys. I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I found the keys in the ignition and it had half a tank of gas. I finally had a ride for the rest of the way to Atlanta.

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{Achievement Get!}

{Catch-a-Ride! Find yourself a working vehicle. Reward: Five gallons of gasoline}

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My smile widen as I saw the achievement. As the five gallons of gas appeared out of nowhere and dropped to the ground with a light thud, I picked it up and fueled the tank of the cruiser with it. Once I was done, I got into the cruiser and drove off, heading straight for Atlanta. Little did I know that I was heading for hell on Earth.

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Dylan: " Breaker, breaker, anyone out there?" I asked through the cruiser's radio. "Does anyone hear me?"

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I was about three miles out from Atlanta, give or take when I decided to use the radio to see if there was anyone that could hear me in Atlanta. So far, after thirty minutes nothing came through. But I kept it up just in case for another thirty minutes. Finally, as I was a mile out from Atlanta, I heard through the static a voice.

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???: "Hey, you there?" Through the static, I hear a female's voice.

Dylan: "Finally, I was about to think that Atlanta was full of the dead walking."

???: "It is." The voice told me, causing me to pull over. "The walkers have taken over and infested Atlanta. The shelters they had were overrun within the week they were set up."

Dylan: "Shit." I swore, "Then where are you? If Atlanta isn't safe anymore, I doubt you're anywhere near there."

???: "Simple, the woods." The voice told me. "We got a decent camp set up. But how do I know you ain't a raider or bandit looking for your next person to attack and take their shit?"

Dylan: "How do I know you're not the same?" I challenged her. "You and your group could be all bandits for all I know."

???: "That's easy, we can already see your car."

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My eyes widen as I heard that. The next thing I knew, a bullet ripped through the passenger side headrest from the back of the car. I didn't waste time and kicked it into drive and peeled out. Over the radio, I heard the woman start shouting orders to her companions to take my car and gear before I got away. Seeing I had no other option, I drove straight into Atlanta.

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The instant I crossed into the city, I already saw the carnage the walkers did. They were everywhere and it was chaos to drive around all the abandoned vehicles. I even spotted a tank that had been abandoned. However, the more I drove in, the more walkers that came out of the woodwork. So I did my best to maneuver around or plow through them.