[ Chapter II (2): "ZOMBIE PLAGUE. (2)" ]

[ Chapter II (2): "ZOMBIE PLAGUE. (2)" ]

[ Volume I: "GODS & DEVILS." ]

[ "Lvl 3 Zombie Grunt killed, 271 EXP gained." ]

[ "Lvl 1 Zombie Grunt killed, 96 EXP gained." ]

[ "Level-up." ]

I kept smashing Zombies heads left and right using my mighty Pipe, which I calls Alexa. Don't ask where I got that name from though, I just picked it in random, because it just felt right.

I swipe the sweat that gathered in my forehead using my t-shirt, "This is not an fucking game... Fuck me." as I think to myself, trying to find an way out; out of this predicament I've got my self, into.

Cornered in the middle of the street filled with destroyed rotting buildings, vehicles, and shops all around; which begins to be overtaken by nature as vines grows in the buildings side, noticeable if one look carefully.

But enough about that, I know I have superhuman brain process that turns everything around me in slow motion, but me, please, stop focusing on the weird little side details around you and think of an way to get to FUCKING SAFETY first.

Which I did, as I began counting the Zombies heads which I need to smash to get out of here. Brutality is the key to everything, I mean, missing keys? Just ram the door open.

Missing cat? Just ram the goddamn tree until the cat falls off, and probably dies... You've got my point, the solution here is definitely with brute force.

1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10, 12, 13, 16, 17, 19, 20, 23, 26, no, 25. I though to myself as I stump at the Zombie that's crawling beneath me, their heads are unexpectedly squishy, which made it fun; it felt like popping an ballon filled with bloods and guts or something.

[ "Lvl 4 Zombie Grunt killed, 301 EXP gained." ]

[ "Level-up." ]

Sure, system, whatever you say. I thought as I began squeaky, squashing heads left in right as the blood of my fallen enemies paints my white t-shirt, red.

[ "Lvl 3 Zombie Grunt killed, 248 EXP gained." ]

"23."

My previously seen nervousness disappeared. My rapidly beating heart earlier, began to slowly beat at it's normal pace. And my anxiety, gone.

[ "Lvl 1 Zombie Grunt killed, 62 EXP gained." ]

"22."

Aa the Sherlock'd Holmes thinking me began to assault everyone at my vicinity with an Steel Pipe.

[ "Lvl 2 Zombie Grunt killed, 131 EXP gained." ]

"21."

One more victim as I kick an Zombie at other Zombies behind him, pinning all four of those fucks into the car's hood as I hit the one at the front in the head a couple of times. With one quick, and heavy punch to the face for safe measure.

[ "Lvl 2 Zombie Grunt killed, 103 EXP gained." ]

"That works...? Anyways, 20."

He pauses for a few seconds as he notices a few more Zombies walking out of buildings, and coming out from behind alleyways, and roads that Felix couldn't completely see. "Shit..."

He pauses for a couple of seconds and looks at each Zombie heads carefully, counting them, "21, 22, 24, 27, 28, 29," as more, and more of them walks slowly out of from god knows where. "fuck no, just hit and run, hit and run."

His brain probably works for the first time in years as he realized something, just run. As he runs to his side, at his right as he hits one Zombie in the head on the way. As he jumps ontop of some random car with some random pizza delivery logo, and other pizza related decorations on it's side.

Which Felix didn't bother to look at as he tries to balance himself ontop of the car's burning roof. Which he didn't bother to care as he kicks one Zombie in the head, toppling the Zombie and a few others, but not enough to kill any of them.

As he tip toe from one vehicle to another. From an pizza delivery car to an truck, from an truck to another half-destroyed vehicle, and so on and so forth.

As Felix ran passes more Zombies, a few eating not bothering to look, and others chasing him as they tried, and tries to grab him.

Which didn't, and aren't working. Because, well Felix just kept kicking those fucks in the head, which feels good.

As the horde of Zombies tries to climb onto the vehicles, jumping on one another; crushing others head in the process. Which sadly didn't count as him killing them.

Some gamer-like instinct inside him woke up, that instinct of not liking it when something else steals your kills, or soon-to-be kills in that matter. But he do like seeing gore, the good kind of gore, so it's fine.

As he just focuses more on jumping, running, and either kicking Zombies in the face, or stumping their hands for fun. Detaching one Zombie's hand in no accidental feat of his.

With him reacting to everything, liking it all as he reach to the point where he couldn't jump ontop of anymore vehicle as he decides to continue all of this on foot.

As he jumps, and hit one in the head like an hammer to an nail; with the nail being one poor Zombie's head, that said thing looking like an teenager, which didn't stop Felix.

As he's head drowns in sweat, with him slowing down a little as he continues to run pass those slow moving grey, bastard Zombies.

Occasionally hitting some, but mostly ignoring others as he tries to preserve a few of his energy. As he ultimately decided to run into one building.

That said building having working electricity, at least the sign in the front did, which added to the factor of him deciding to enter that building to rest up.

Kicking one tattered clothe Zombie in the chest, which caused Felix's right shoe to be painted in blood for a little bit. In annoyance he follows up that kick with an Pipe in the face.

Painting the already blooded Pipe of his more bloody, as gooey bits of brain matter, skin, and other forms of tissue from that Zombie to splatter on Felix's face, shirt, and even at the pavement.

Which annoyed him more as he follows that one up with an nail hit onto that thing's head, which finally killed it this time.

[ "Lvl 3 Zombie Grunt killed, 219 EXP gained." ]

"Crunchy, gooey, fucks." he thoughts to himself as he enters the hotel, building, motel or something-something shutting the wooden door with a loud thump as he gets in.

[ "BLOOD, GORE, AND MASSACRE." ]