Day two in the Undead world.

ALRIGHT. LET'S GET TO IT. WHATEVER IT IS.

DAY 2.

DAYS IN GAME: 1

QUARTERS: 0.

LEVEL:1.

TUESDAY.

ATTRIBUTES: STRENGTH: 5. DEFENSE: 10. STAMINA: 2. AGILITY: 2. DEXTERITY: 3. INTELLIGENCE: 15.

Tyler woke the next morning in an unfamilar bed with a minor headache. He sat up and blinked as he was inside a fully furnished basement that was not his room and noted an empty wine bottle beside him on the futon frame.

"What the FUCK did I do last night? Oooooh."

His eyes flashed as memory hit him and he smiled.

"I got trapped inside a zombie survival."

He got out of bed and opened the minifridge of the bar...and smirked at the emptiness.

"Makes sense. Today is a food and supply hunt."

He holstered the revolver on his belt, put the empty wine bottle in his pack and headed upstairs.

"He's awake."

Hannah sat down in the comfy recliner with the coffee drinking Michelle. The foster mother sighed as Tyler looked around the house again before leaving.

"He's not even had breakfast yet and he's leaving. Nor has he showered or even brushed his teeth. Great. One day away from me and he's already regressing."

Hannah looked at her like she was stupid.

"Michelle. WHERE are the RESOURCES for such luxuries? Liiiike a TOOTHBRUSH or HOT RUNNING WATER or TOOTHPASTE? The kid is SURVIVING in a POSTAPOCOLYPTIC world. Okay? So such things are just gonna be found so damned easily."

Michelle rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"NOW you're just an enabler."

"Jesus Christ. Poor kid."

Tyler left the house cautiously and found a layer of thick fog to be hanging over the area. This made him slump.

"Greeeeeat. Okay. i came in that way. So I was headed this way."

He set off along the street and walked up to the first house he saw. This house yielded nothing of value and so didn't the next four houses. This made him shrug as he came to an intersection with four directions. He looked down each one but due to the fog couldn't see very far. So he shrugged. Took out a knife from his pack. Set it on the ground. And spun it. The tip pointed to the left and so he headed left. In the real world, a mass slump was witnessed and Hannah sighed.

"Greeeeat. When in doubt, fuck it."

Michelle rubbed her eyes with a new pain.

"OOOOH that is NOT you make a proper decision!"

Tyler walked along the now winding road at his usual pace keeping an eye on his surroundings as they went from small town to open dunes on the edge of the ocean. The fog burned away soon enough and the result was a warm sunny day. Tyler looked into the distance and noted a lifeguard station sitting on the edge of the beach, indicating a swimming area. He pulled the 6 shot revolver now and flipped the safety off as he approached the lifeguard station. A small ridge seperated him from the shoreline so he dropped flat to crawl towards the rim. The cautious survivor poked his head over the rim to be faced with a large beach covered in umbrellas, coolers, towels, and crawling with a vertiable mob of over 50 zombies all milling around aimlessly. Tyler watched without a sound as the zombies stumbled into things without direction with some tripping outright. He then waited to see how long it took them to regain their feet....About 40 seconds to regain stances. Hm. I wonder. if I fire a round into that one there, the sound should draw them towards me. if I hide inside the station, I SHOULD be able to sneak around the horde to loot the beach. If NOT, I should be able to lose them if i lead them around the station and then just duck over the ridge. or I just run. He weighed his options as the potential loot was too good to pass up without at least an attempt.

In the real world, however, unbeknownst to him, his thoughts were being projected to the now horrified foster mother and her two compatriots.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? That's suicide!"

Sherry rounded on a thoughtful Hannah as Tylr didn't move.

"We HAVE to stop him! He is going to get himself killed!"

Christina looked at Hannah in a frantic manner.,

"DO SOMETHING!"

"SOMEONE HAS TO STOP HIM!"

The blonde doctor stood her ground.

"There's NOTHING WE CAN DO BUT WATCH! And HOPE he makes the right choice!

Michelle snorted.

"RIGHT CHOICE? He'll-"

A set of gunshots rang out from the screen and it interrupted their argument. All heads turned to see Tyler now holding his Ruger.

Tyler had a contemplative frown on his face as he looked at the 65 zombie horde as he weighed the options available to him as a set of rapid gunshots rang out and zombies started falling. The revolver came up as the dropping zombies turned to lumber towards another person on the beach firing a semiautomatic handgun into the zombies with....less then ideal accuracy. Tyler looked behind him as then gunfire continued and he noted not a soul in sight. Nodding he looked back to the attempted massecre and sighed as the shooter was trying to run around the horde while reloading a M1911 handgun.....and Tyler saw the magazine drop from the shaken shooter's hands. Idiot. This isn't CoD. Gunning a mass of zombies is not as easy as point and pull the trigger. NOT when you actually have to AIM. The lone gunner got his fresh magazine in and was emptying it into the zombies with 5 more dropping. which made tyler smirk. Colt's only got 7 rounds by default. Those go quick. TYler watched the spectacle as the shooter ran out of bullets and pulled a fireaxe from his pack. The zombies had been reduced from 65 to about 40. The survivor looked at his own set of equipment....and smirked as he had an idea. He pulled off his shirt and tore a strip of cloth from the sleeve he then tied into a knot and forced into the bottle of vodka with the powder and blastcap from a .357 round to make it catch that much faster. He then looked at the now empty collection of coolers and nodded as the fireaxe wielding shooter was running out of breath. Tyler broke cover and ran for the collection of coolers as the other guy screamed in pain from a bite but was able to throw his attacker off into the mass of zombies.

"Hey! Help me!"

Tyler smirked as the lone idiopt spotted him. sorry jackass. YOU'RE my decoy. The lone survivor reached the mass of coolers and tore open a backpack by a camo colored towel with a grill and found a lighter inside it. The fireaxe wielding player was now running towards Tyler leading the tightly packed group of zombies with him. The calm as a cucumber Survivor flicked the switch of the lighter and for a new instant flame. He lit the tail of the molotov and took aim as the horder got in range. he threw it with force and the other player dropped. The flaming grnade impacted cleanly in the middle of the horde and the glass shattered....the gunpowder went, and nearly instantly all but four zombies were engulfed in flames. Tyler smiled as he got the mass of experience points before he used the spare wine bottle to beat the four surviving zombies to death as the other player panted raggedly on the sand clutching his dull fireaxe. The other player was a tall, lanky man with sandy hair and blue eyes that spoke in a husky rumble.

"Took your sweet time, but DAMMIT if it wasn't worth it."

Tyler smirked as he looked atthe recovering guy.

"Yeeeah it's called tactics. Ya might wanna learn it."

The other guy chuckled as he got off the sand.

"I'll be sure to remember that. I'm Luka888."

"Goreleech666."

Luka888 whistled.

"Okay. THAT is a METAL as HELL gamertag."

Tyler chuckled as he looked at the mass of coolers.

"So how we-"

He jumped to side as thre fireaxe slammed into the sand the place he'd just been. Luka888 blinked at this reflex and Tyler smirked.

"Your shadow gave you away."

Luka888 smirked wickedly as he hefted his axe.

"Neat trick. And you know i have a longer reach."

The revolver came up with a click of the hammer and Luka888 went WHITE in the face.

"Do ya now?"

Luka888 gulped at this development.

"um.....let's not do anything hasty. I....wasn't aiming for you."

Tyler chuckled.

"Okay. fair enough."

The gun was lowered...and holstered. Luka888 charged with his axe crosswise for a throttling tackle.

"IDIOT!"

Tyler had his weight on his toes the entire time....and now he sidestepped Luka888's lunge, kicked him in the ankle and pushed him on the back. the result saw him flipped onto his back with a thud and the revolver in Tyler's hand aimed at his face. Luka888 went limp at this second dooping and Tyler's eyes were ice cold.

"Pro tip? NEVER make the same mistake twice."

He pulled the trigger and Luka888's head exploded as the powerful .357 slammed into his face from a mere 2 feet away. Tyler sighed and shivered as the cylinder rotated.

"Alright. Didn't expect to have to kill someone so damned soon. Step 2"

In the real world a new horror had gone through the room. Michelle looked at Sherry in utter horror at the execution they'd just witnessed.

"He's a MURDERER!"

Hannah shivered.

"He GAVE him TWO chances. And the third was a bullet. Okay."

Christina looked at the bed where the comatose body of the teenager lay.

"We need to call the police Michelle. He's a murderer. And we have proof."

Michelle nodded as he pulled her phone.

"I'll do it. Now i wish we HAD pulled the helmet off. That poor kid might still be alive if we had."

Hannah just rubbed her eyes.

"You people are blind and hopeless."

A knock was heard on the door and the doctor looked up.

"Enter."

The door opened and another woman walked in. She was a tall, well cut lady with shoulder length black hair and tanned skin. Her frame was lithe with evident muscle mass and emerald green eyes set at a slant to denote asian heritage. Her attire was a black muscle shirt that bulged around her large bust and a pair of black cargo shorts. Her voice was a soft yet firm breath as she greeted everyone.

"Nice to meet everyone. My name is Master Sargent Yukimara Hirashio. I'm the hired Survival expert and combat specialist assigned to Tyler naamani. My merits are I am a member of the Delta Force division of the U.S. Rangers. I have served five tours and seen active combat. I'm to be his advisor once contact is established."

Hannah smiled as she passed the tough lady a chair.

"Nice to meet you, MAster Sargent. And be advised. He JUST killed another player."

Yukimara blinked at this.

"So soon?"

"He saved his life too."

"I'll need to see the fight in it's entirety. And speak to him. Has he killed before?"

Sherry shook her head vehemently.

"Oh god no. Tyler's a good kid. A good kid with an attitude. But a good kid usually."

Yukimara looked at he screen where Tyler was looking the loot from the beach over inside the Lifeguard station with the door wedged shut.

"I'll be sure to keep an eye on that and have a look at his file then"

Tyler looked out over the rim of the wall of the Lifeguard station using a kitchen knife as a mirror. Seeing no movement he returned to the mass of loot from the beach and Luka888's pack. The dead player had yielded a larger backpack like one would use for middle school. Instead of a 30 pound carryweigh, it had a 70. Tyler had found the dropped magazines for the Colt 45 ACP and the gun itself in the sand and had them beside his revolver. he got a ping.

"THAT took a LOT longer then i expected."

He opened the videocall and noted the new member of the committee. The muscular asian lady smiled.

"Tyler? Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"I am Master Sargent Yukimara Hirashio. I'm to be your survival expert and combat advisor. I am an active member of the Delta division of the Rangers-"

"RANGERS?"

He blinked at this and Yukimara smirked.

"Surprised?"

"Yeeeah. JUST a little. Damn. Alright. I got a pro."

He looked back over the rim and she nodded.

"The gunfire will have drawn attention."

"Hmm-hm. I'd like to be gone before anyone else gets here."

"The reason you're lingering?"

He shrugged.

"NOT a good idea to be seen running from the scene. I'll give it an hour and head out. that way if anything were going to show up, it WOULD."

Yukimara crossed her arms.

"A scouting attempt."

"Pretty much. Depending on what or who shows up, I got the drop on em. And if they go to investigate the burning mess or the dead guy, I CAN'T miss at this range with the revolver."

The Delta ranger sat back.

"You are considering being a bandit."

"It's an option."

"And a dark one. I saw."

TYler nodded and looked at the mess of loot.

"Yeah. Verdict?"

She chuckled.

"You led him along like a fish on a line. and I understand that was your first kill."

"It was."

"Are you okay?"

TYler shrugged.

"Oddly enough? I am. I gave that idiot two chances. And I didn't hesitate. They say killing your first person is some pivotal moment in one's life and is deeply soul stirring. Yeeet i got nothing."

He checked the road.

"I killed a person. Annnd yet it's like I just put down another zombie. Not sure what to make of it."

The Soldier shrugged again with an oddly bemused expression and Yukimara smiled.

"You have the heart of a soldier, Tyler. You do what needs to be done. just be careful not to get addicted to seeing your fellow man at the end of a barrel."

"Will try to."

Yukimara smiled.

"And call me Yuki."

"Sure. So are you my Survival game expert too?"

"I am not. That is another. And they will be along soon enough."

Tyler nodded as he set his kitchen knives aside for the better marine issue KABAR combat knife Luka888 had carried.

"Weird he found so much 45 ACP ammo so soon. musta gotten lucky with a police locker or something."

Yuki looked at the pile of supplies.

"Your thus far plan, Tyler?"

"Guns are for people. Melee for the zombies."

She nodded.

"People are the more dangerous. Now, to better help you with your strategizing and cooridination I'd like to ask a rundown on your current loot and supplies."

TYler nodded with a smile as he turned to the pile.

"Sure. You'd be AMAZED how many times I've gotten lost inside my own lootchests since I have a hoarder mentality at these kinda games. Alright. Revolver I have 24 rounds for now. Colt i had 21 rounds in three full magazines and about 9 empties. His aim was better he coulda killed them all without issue. Plus the remaining liquor, that food and drink from the beach, the collection of towels I'll use for bindings, I think I'm doing okay."

Yuki nodded as she wrote down the list of supplies.

"As you just started the playthrough I would say you are. Do you have a current goal Tyler?"

The Plyser frowned now as he used his knife to peek over the edge of the lifeguard station.

"Not yet, Yuki. I haven't gotten that far. But I DO have a plan for these kinds of games. Right now I need to amass three things. Storage space, food, and ammo. Storage is for carrying stuff ON me or at least the means to make sure someone or something ELSE don't take it. Then I need to collect as much food and water as I possibly can. My level for good enough is when I can eat and drink my fill when starving and STILL have enough left to last a solid two days locked down in a single location like a locked room. Are you with me so far?"

The ranger nodded as she added the new milestones to her notepad.

"I am and you have thought this out reassuringly well, Tyler."

"I do this alot."

Michelle rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"NO alcohol, no DRUGS, NO COMMITING CRIMES JUST BECAUSE-"

TYler ignored her as Yuki looked to him again.

"You mentioned ammo and not guns, Tyler?"

"I did. Reason being is ammo is spent a HELLUVA lot more then most any other resource in survival games. And you almost NEVER have enough when you need it most. ZW is also HUGE on improvisation and experimentation. So, there is a CHANCE I can craft my own bullets and gunpowder myself. Actually I'm fairly certain you can since there was an entire article published on the game's crafting system."

Yuki frowned now.

"What can you make?"

TYler smirked as he produced the bottle of the sleeping aid.

"If I had a shotgun shell, Yuki and poured the powder from these pills INTO it....I'd create what is known as Dragon'S Breath due to the flaming powder."

"Jesus. Okay. I will put in a request for a weaponsmith."

"A BLACKSMITH would be a better alternative right now, Yuki."

She nodded sagely at this.

"A VERY good idea and a far better one. I will also reach out for a proper herbalist and chemist. Do YOU have any stipulations Tyler?"

The teenager thought for a moment before smirking.

"An outside the box mentality, the ability to adapt, and is well versed in acids, toxins, and explosive compounds."

"You COULD just asks for terrorists and be done with it."

Tyler chuckled at Yuki's dry retort.

"Nah. A grueilla works better."

"Ugh. I'll put the word out. How's the scope?"

He checked the rim again,

"Still clear."

and looked back at the loot.

"Weird how that guy had so much ammo for the colt. Probably got lucky with a prepper's house or something."

The survivor crossed his arms as he swapped a kitchen knife for the higher quality Marine issue KABAR combat knife. Then he shrugged.

"Eh. I gotta get movin."

He loaded the stuff he would keep into his new middle school backpack that held roughly 45 pounds and headed out. He reloaded the colt with a fresh magazine and smiled as he did practice reloads with it and the ruger as he walked along the road away from the pile of dead. In the real world, Yukimara nodded approvingly as he did so.

"Smart. Once reloading your weapon becomes like second nature, you'll never fail it."

Hannah smiled as she watched the teenager in third person.

"NOW he's trying trick reloads. Ha. Kid's gonna try an set himself up as John Wick. or, Neo."

Tyler had the colt holstered in his pack in a way it would be the first thing he grabbed on reaching into the thing and the six shot ruger in the holster.

"Hm. I got some food and stuff off the beach and that idiot. It won't keep though."

He looked around and noted a backroad leading away from the beach into a stretch of forest before turning a blind curve. The survivor frowned as he saw this.

"Hmm, no. Not without a map or SOMETHING. I get lost I'm screwed."

So he kept to the highway and left the backroad behind. Tyler was whistling a light tune as he walked and smiled as he took a swig from a canteen.

"This is nice."

He turned a corner in the highway and was faced with a seaside town complete with large beachfront. This made him pull the battered yet still sturdy fireaxe from the makeshift strap he'd made from the backpack's straps and hefted it. He walked into the beachfront town and noted nearly instantly the mess of blood and viscera smeared all over the place. He then smirked as he saw the size of the town. It'll have a police department. NO WAY in HELL it doesn't. And I bet that idiot already looted everything of use to HIM.....but I bet I'll find something I can use the better."

Tyler walked along the street at a steady stride seeking undead or anything of interest when he came to a street corner and found a FREAKIN gunshop! This find made him blink as he walked over to the business and smirked as he looked at the door.

"Locked up tight AND with security system engaged. In OTHER words, ALLLL THE LOOT WILL STILL BE THERE."

The store was two stories tall and Tyler tilted his head as he looked at it.

"Now the only question is, how in the FUCK am I getting inside?"

The teenager crossed his arms as he looked the squat building over. It stood two stories tall with reinforced bulletproof glass and steel reinforced doors. A large sign that read Guns an Sons hung over the door while the windows were boarded up. TYle walked around the brickwork building seeking anything he could use or exploit to get inside. The shop sat on the corner of two streets and was built flush with two other buildings in a way no alleys were present. The two buildings were both the same height and Tyler tilted his head as he saw the way the two places were laid out.

"hm. THAT could work. I get onto the roof of one of those I'd get onto the roof of the gunshop. I'm PRETTY sure it's got roof access since we ARE by the sea and seabirds would nest like crazy up there."

He continued his walkaround until he came to a small alley between two more shops leading to an access dock for the gunshop's deliveries. Tyler had the fireaxe out as a set of five zombies were milling around the 100 foot by 100 foot square. He walked up to the first and slammed the spike on the back of the axe into the back of the first's head. it dropped. He then moved without a sound to the second and did the same. The other three zombies fell to solid yet silent thuds of the axe and Tyler climbed onto the concrete dock of the gunshop. There he went to the large steel door that secured rear access and noted it too was locked from the inside. An employee only entrance was seen with a keypad lock on the steel door and he poked the enter button. The thing lit up as expected and he looked at the five dead corpses in the lot.

"I wonder."

He dropped from the three foot dock to rifle through the zombie's pockets until he came to one wearing a Guns and sons uniform of a yellow shirt and black pants. Tyler sorted through the man's pockets and came up with a wallet. Inside was a card for Sons and Guns with a number written on the back.

"42-42-462. HA! Death itself's phone number."

He went to the pad and punched the buttons in and hit enter. There was a minor beep and click before Tyler got the door open.

"I'm in."

He chuckled silently at his own idiot joke and pulled the kabar from his pack since the hallway was both made of cement blocks and was only 4 feet wide. The lights were out and so it was dark but not impossible to see. The hall led to the gunsmith's workshop where any deliveries would be unloaded and sorted. He noted a few parts sitting on a workbench and looked at them curiously. Only to shrug and look around for a container.

"Any gunparts are better then none."

The gunsmith shop was laid out like you're usual garage with tools and machinery for working on firearms. Tyler spotted a small plastic bin he then filled with the various parts and walked to where the gun stripping station was and found a trigger system laying on the thing. He took it and shrugged as he saw he had no idea what gun it went to. He still took it in case he learned later. next he walked out of the gunsmith shop into the store proper where he was faced with a group of ten zombies all standing with soft groans around the store. Tyler dropped into a low crouch to sneak up behind the first zombie. He stabbed it in the back of the head and laid the thing down silently before he moved to the second, and the third, and the fourth. He moved along until the 7th and 8th zombies. The 9th and 10th were across the store from him and the pair before him were indeed standing right beside each other. So he took a second knife and walked over before he stabbed them both in the spinal column. They dropped with dull thuds and the two zombies across the store didn't move or react. Which made the hunter smirk as he assassinated them too. I can drop a zombie within five feet of another and it not draw attention. GOOD. He then moved around the shop seeking any unopened doors or spaces a zombie could hide before he found the stairs to the second floor. He snuck upstairs as a sound of gunfire was heard outside. Tyler was quick to hide under a fallen shelf as a mass of moaning was heard inside the shop while the gunblasts were heard outside. A group of ten more zombies were seen stumbling across Tyler's limited field of view and fell down the stairs as they didn't have the brainpower to know how to use them. The silently watching teenager smirked as he saw this as a few more gunshots rang out before shrill, agonized screams filled the air as the shooter was cornered and taken down by ravenous zombies. idiot. Melee for zombies. BULLETS are for PEOPLE. He shivered as he remembered he'd killed a person before he emerged from his hiding place to see the fallen group of zombies fighting to regain their footing. So he pulled his fireaxe and walked towards them. They became more invigorated as he was noticed but that merely provided him more heads to take as he had enough room for heavy strokes. Ten strokes later the zombies were in pieces and he looted their pockets. This yielded the surprising find of a speed reloader of .357 bullets for his ruger and he smiled at this. Now i have an even 30 shots. he headed back to the second floor where he completed his extensive search of the building to confirm that yes he was completely alone. Happy with this he headed back to the ground floor and went to the long line of glass cases that displayed the handguns and smaller weaponry. Only to find it nearly empty save for a large machete that he hung on his hip like a sword. He then sighed as he noted the glass had been shattered along differeing points. Makes sense. Gunshops like this would be hit HARD first in ANY armageddeon situation. He hopped over the counter where he was pleasently surprised to find the dead storeowner on the floor with a set of keys clutched in his mangled hand and a second revolver in the remains of his second. Tyler took it and smirked. Another ruger. Nice. Full cyclinder too. I'll keep it as a surprise. He unloaded the revolver and set the thing in his pack before looking at the long rifle cages behind the counter. These were empty. So he went to the backroom of the shop which was unlocked by the owner's key. Inside he found another box of 30 .37 ruger rounds, a box of 35 .45 ACP rounds for the colt, and a surprising box of twenty four 12 gauge double ought buckshot shotgun shells. These made him smirk as he looked around the empty room.

"I wonder."

He left the room and headed back upstairs to the office of the shopkeeper. There he went to where the safe for the shop was kept. He he sat at the dial and input the numbers 24, 12, 72. There was a click and he smirked.

"THAT was a VERY subtle hint. 24 shells, 12 gauge, double ought. First number, 24. Second, 12. DOUBLE it, and you get 72. The third number. Simple."

In the real world,

"BULL. SHIT."

A universal feeling of mild irritation was had. Yukimara, the Delta force Ranger, sighed.

"HOW in the FUCK he correlated all that on the FLY I will never know. WHO would THINK like that?"

Michelle rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"I.....have no idea. He is ODD at times."

Tyler opened the safe and smirked at what he found inside. He pulled a sawed off mad max style double barrel 12 gauge breakaction shotgun. AND another box of 72 shells for the thing for a grand total of 96 shells for the twin barreled shotty.

"Niiiiice."

He took the pistol gripped thing and noted it wasn't even 18 inches in length. PERFECT size for a sidearm. Which is what it would be. Tyler then noted a set of coin rolls inside the safe and smirked wickedly at an idea.

"Quarter loaded shotgun shells anybody?"

He took the rolls of quarters and found he had 100 of them. These he stashed in a pocket before heading for the accessories section of the shop. The line of pegs were empty save for a set of three small caliber guncleaning kits, which he took. Then he looked around the shelves of the shop where he found the place to be empty of anything else of use. Tyler walked out of the gunshop through the same door he entered through and headed to where the gunshot had come from on the front street. The street was littered in the bodies of dead zombies in a distinctive trail leading towards an alley between two brickbuildings. Tyler had his fireaxe up as he approached a group of five zombies with a sixth crawling on the ground. He smashed them in the face once per and lnded a double fisted impact on the crawler before looking to where a still bleeding body of a woman was seen. She'd been eaten alive and as Tyler looked at her.....he noted a thin trickle of dark liquid from between her thighs under her torn skirt. This made him gag as he realized.

"The zombies RAPED. HER. and THEN ate her alive. Jesus FUCKIN Christ. WHO CAME UP WITH THIS SHIT?"

He shuddered at that and looked the grisly corpse over. It didn't take him long to find her gun.

"A glock17 pistol. Jammed and with one full magazine and half a magazine still locked in."

He ejected the jammed round and unloaded the 9mm pistol before slotting the jammed round back in the magazine. He then looked at the woman's equipment and found she didn't have a pack. So he smashed her head with a firm boot to prevent her from rising. Then he left the alley. He looked up and noted the sun was going down and so looked for a suitable place to hole up for the night. The lone survivor went to the waterfront where he found a beach house with windows and doors intact. The keys were found behind another panel and he locked the door behind him. The next task was securing the place and making sure he was indeed alone. The curtains were drawn, the doors and windows locked, and he made sure to triple check. Once that was done he went to the kitchen and smirked as he found a supply of chicken nuggets, fries, and half a tub of vanilla ice cream in the freezer, a FULL bottle of ketchup, a can of pepsi, and some refreshing lemonafe inside the fridge. The oven was fired up and he looked the house over as his dinner was deep fried. He found nothing of use in the beach house and had a quiet dinner of good nuggets and fries with lemonade before heading to the master bedroom. The bed was a giant king sized monster and he locked the door behind him as he settled on the large thing. He smirked as he relaxed.

"So THIS is what the life of a beachfront bum is like?"

In the real world, the ladies watching relaxed as the teenager went to sleep. Yukimara had a notepad detailing her observations of the player and she looked at the thus far notes.

"So he is an EXTREMELY adaptive and ingenius survivor with an outside-the-box mindset. He knows where to look for the best possible loot, how to remain unseen and undetected even when on the offense. I'll put his chances of survival at high at this moment."

Michelle looked at her.

"Did you NOT see what he decided on for dinner? That plate was LOADED with junkfood, ketchup, and that lemonade was NEARLY pure sugar. HOW is that a good choice of a meal?"

Yukimara smirked.

"It's a FAVORITE MEAL of his and such will boost his morale. Plus is DAMN satisfying too. I WISH 'd had such luxury on my deployments. And the calories will keep him going. even IF he ignored the ice cream."

Hannah nodded sagely.

"An unforgiveable sin. You NEVER ignore good ice cream."

Yukimara chuckled.

"Wanna bet that'll be his breakfast?"

"WITH the pepsi?"

"A good dose of sugar to wake him up properly and will KEEP him awake. Oh i see."

The Master Sargent smiled.

"He ignored the high sugar deliberately as he knew it'd keep him awake. he needs sleep or he won't be able to function. SMART."

Michelle sighed.

"He's not as smart as you think. And let's not forget he killed somebody and has not once shown remorse."

Christina nodded.

"AND he blatantly ignored the screams for help that poor woman made. he could have saved her if he wanted. But instead he LET her die."

Sherry sighed.

"He's drinking alcohol, killing people, robbing people's houses, picking unhealthy meals, and is getting people killed. He's just your run of the mill third world refugee now."

Yukimara glared at the fat woman now.

"Lady you have NO IDEA what the HELL you are talking about. A THIRD WORLD refugee would KILL for that kinda luxury. A KING SIZED memory foam mattress, nuggets, lemonade, and that ketchup is a five star hotel to them. And they'd kill their own mother with a ROCK for a CHANCE at that."

Sherry rubbed her eyes.

"Oh stop exaggerating, Yukimara. I watch the news and did the research. They are NOT that bad off-"

"YES. THEY ARE. I was THERE. IN PERSON. for FOUR YEARS.....TWICE. I see how it is."

She pulled her phone out now and Hannah looked at her now.

"They've threatened to remove the helmet."

"Oh the FUCK they will NOT. Okay. I'll make a phone call. These people are just going to get in our way."

The master sargent walked into the bathroom for her chat as Michelle looked at sherry.

"We'll need to get him moved to a proper hospital. This escapade needs to END before he gets used to doing whatever he pleases. if he DOES, he'll NEVER be able to readjust to life outside the game."

Christina nodded.

"Agreed. I'll make a few phone calls myself."

Hannah sighed as gthe three phones were taken out.

"THIS is going to SUCK."