Seventeen

There was an empty plot of land on his left filled with trash. There were weeds and shrubs growing on it when he went inside but now it was engulfed in flames.

There was a road on his right. On his back was an empty filled with dirt. It was probably a farm but there wasn't a single tree around him which he could grab.

On his front was a metal grill but when he looked down he was enraged beyond words.

There were a few men holding farming tools such as hoes and sickles. Few of them were holding shovels as well. They were shouting in a language the boy couldn't understand but even an idiot would realize that they were the ones who set the fire.

The boy clenched his fist and looked started to count:

'One,Two,Three...Seventeen.'

'Alright...I'll make each and everyone of you pay!'

As the boy was looking down he spotted a balcony. He thought of jumping down but it wasn't a smart idea in his opinion.

What if he sprained his ankle or injured himself in some other way?

In a time of constant conflicts even a minor injury would be fatal to say the least.

'It's been five to ten minutes since I smelled the smoke. The fire most likely didn't spread to the second floor. On top of that I have to take into consideration the fact that I'm a Zombie now…'

Thus,the boy grabbed the girl who was astonished at the sight of the people in front of the house and pointed towards the balcony.

"You don't want to jump do you!?" The girl gazed into the boy's green pupil and crimson eye with an astonished expression.

"I want to go that balcony!" Seeing that the girl didn't understand english he walked towards the door leading downstairs,stood in front of it and looked at the girl with an questioning expression.

As the girl saw this she finally understood that the boy wanted her to lead him towards the balcony. She rushed downstairs and opened the door to a room.

Across the room on the wall opposite to the door was another wood door. The boy rushed towards it and opened it.

Although the smoke had a minimal effect on him the same couldn't be said about the girl. Even though the boy didn't care about her she could be a guide and a reliable source of information and to be honest,there probably weren't a lot of people out there willing to willingly cooperate with a zombie.

As he opened it there was another metal grill door and unfortunately it was padlocked.

"What's with this house!?"

"Why is it a fucking prison!?"

As the boy was pondering on his next course of actions the girl spoke up while grabbing the lock and pointing downwards:

"The keys are downstairs"

The boy didn't understand but got the general gist of it. Thus,he went downstairs with the girl but he didn't completely trust her,keeping an eye on her.

As they reached downstairs the girl went straight into the kitchen. The keys were on a counter. She grabbed them and followed him back to the balcony.

As she opened the padlock and was about to open the door the boy grabbed her hand and shook his head. The girl was obviously confused.

The boy ignored her look of confusion and walked towards the opposite wall and put up three of his fingers.

The girl revealed an expression of enlightenment and nodded her head.

Two….

One!

As soon as the boy indicated the girl swung open the door. The boy took off like a monster.

As soon as he reached the balcony grill he grabbed it and using his forward momentum he pushed his launched his entire body like a cannonball landing straight in front of the mob.

As soon as his feet touched the ground he pounced on the first person that he saw. That person tried to frantically swing his rpd but the boy grabbed effortlessly with his left hand. Using his free hand he grabbed the man snapping his neck without hesitation.

As he retracted his hand it left deep scratches on his neck:

'Why are my nails so big and...black?'

Before the boy could continue to ponder two men one holding a hoe and the other a sickle cake running towards him.

The boy rapidly retreated. Although dealing with these would be easy but there would still be another fourteen left.

As to how the boy was going to deal with them?

'Game Eye can I infect other humans?'

<Yes,Infection Is an Innate Talent Possessed By Every Zombie Species Except For a Select Few>

'Do I bite and scratch them like in movies?'

<Yes, Biting and Scratching are Effective Means of Infection>

'Ok!'

'Time for some fun…'

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A Japanese boy with flaming red hair woke up. He felt like something was pressing down on his arm and right leg. Faint sunshine was peeking through whatever he was trapped under. He tried to move repeatedly but the pain was too much for him.

Eventually a day or maybe two passed.

He had been trapped under there without food or water trying to recall who and where he was but all he remembered was a hazy silhouette always dressed in black….