Chapter 4:Thoughts of Weapons

"I think I need a weapon," Jack said with a complicated look on his face. "Now where do I get one?"

As if silently listening to his trouble, the system gave him the quest that he desperately needed.

{New Quest added}

{Weapon Time!}

{Now that you have escape albeit barely from the zombies chasing you, you will need a weapon to protect yourself. Go forth and seek out your new partner!}

{Objective: Find or Create a durable weapon}

{Reward: +1 Weapon Enhancement}

"That doesn't help, at least point me in a direction," Jack said as he sighed. 'If the system says that I can find a weapon then that means there is some kind of weapon somewhere in this place either that or there are materials that I can use to make one' thought Jack before exiting the room. He carefully poked his head out the door first to check if there was any zombies or other enemies nearby. Luckily, there didn't seem to be any. Jack cautiously walked down the lonely hall and constantly looked behind him to prevent anything from sneaking up and attacking.

Jack continued, and strangely as he made his way over to the neighbouring room his foot steps seemed to become just a tad bit quieter as well as his breathing. At first, no one would notice this phenomenon because it didn't really affect anything but it slowly became better and when Jack was just about to enter another room, a notification sounded.

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Skill:Stealth(Rank F) acquired

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Jack couldn't help but smile. He just obtained a new skill and all did was try to be a little sneaky. Many thoughts ran through Jacks head as he began to come up with ideas to obtain new skills. However those ideas can wait.

He quickly entered the new room and closed the door behind him. He looked around to see if he could find anything.

The room was about 10 metres wide by 15 metres long and had several desks pushed into the corner of the room with blue plastic chairs spread out all over the room in a disorganised fashion. Around the centre of the room, was a pile of chairs with many of them broken into small parts. The room was shrouded in a rotten stench which cause Jacks face to grimace and even made him consider going to another room.

"I'll just have a quick look," muttered Jack attempting to reassure himself.

Jack then begun to search around to find anything useful. Sadly the only things in the room were broken chairs and desk. Jack bite his lip in contemplation.

'Maybe I can make a weapon out of the desks, the legs may be useful enough to make something. It could be made into some kind of spear?'

Jack eyes naturally drew to the pile in the middle of the room. "Maybe I could use some of the chair parts as well," muttered Jack as he started walking closer to the pile of parts. Jack's mind wandered as he was thinking about weapon designs and lost focus for a moment.

Suddenly the pile erupted and a zombie dashed out and tackled Jack. The zombie and Jack were sent flying several metres before landing on the ground with a thud. With the zombie on top of Jack, it tightly held Jack's arms in a strong vice-grip. The zombie bite down on Jacks shoulder and then ripping off a generous amount of his flesh causing blood to spurt everywhere.

Jack screamed out in agony. Just like everyone, Jack had an eversion to pain and due to living a peaceful life in the present era, the most pain he's ever been through is a couple scrapes on his knee and maybe some broken bones. That meant, that Jack's pain tolerance was extremely low.

The world was growing darker in Jack eyes. His arms and legs went limp as the zombie took another bite out of his shoulder. His vision was getting narrower and narrower as darkness was starting to overtake Jacks sense. He was going to fall unconscious.

However that didn't happen. A cooling sensation began spreading all throughout Jack body and was mainly gathering towards his shoulder and seemed to dull the pain. Jack mind became clear once again as if what he was feeling moments ago was just a dream.

Jack could feel it. Power. Power pulsating throughout his entire body. It felt amazing. With his mind clear and the intoxicating feeling of power that made him think could do anything. Jack broke out of the zombies vice grip and using his hands, he grabbed the zombies throat and forceful separated its mouth from his shoulder, interrupting its feast.

The zombies face was covered in blood. Jack's blood. Pushing the zombie off of him in disgust, Jack sent the zombie sprawling nearby. Not wasting a single moment, Jack then leapt on top of the zombie and began land fist after fist on it face.

The tables have turned. Jack has the advantage, and he wasn't going to waste it. Over and over again Jack pounded the zombie face. Rotten flesh went everywhere. A gooey substance coated Jack fists as he kept hitting. He had no techniques other than just smashing the zombie with as much power as he could muster.

Gasping for breath, Jack looked down at the now dissipating zombie. He breathed a sigh of relief as he fell back on the floor. Jack smiled and laughed.

"F*ck, that hurt." said Jack his smile only growing bigger. He then passed out.