CLINT'S MEMORIES
Clint and his family were driving toward the shelter, one of the final underground safehouses that could sustain humanity for several hundred years if needed. But they had to hurry. Time was running out. Tony and Hulk became zombies or so he heard over the comms, before he lost connection. He has no idea what's waiting for him there, but it was the best bet he could take to ensure his family's safety.
A missile flew toward their car out of nowhere. Clint sharply turned the steering, but he lost control and the car vaulted over the lane, falling straight down the bridge and into the water.
The high speed of impact hurled Clint out of the window, and he hit his head on the door, losing consciousness. His body crashed on the shore. By the time he woke up, it was already too late. Zombies were everywhere around him. His wife, Laura, and his children Cooper, Nate and Lila, and baby, Nathaniel were all torn to pieces. That included the unborn baby inside the womb. From the looks of it, they survived the crash, but couldn't run away due to the hoard attack.
"NOOOO!!" Clint yelled in rage and sadness as he grabbed his short sword lying near the river bank. Fury consumed him. He killed every damn zombie in the area. Blood soaked his clothes. It didn't matter what kind of zombie it was. It could have been Tony or anyone, he mercilessly skewered their skull, slashed open their stomach, and severed their heads and limbs. It was a one-sided massacre.
"AAAHHH!!" With a roar, Clint's leg slipped and he fell inside the gore and guts. The bloody swamp smeared all over his body.
"NOOOOOO! NOO!" When he came to his senses, he saw the zombified bodies of his family growling as they began to stand up. First, it was Cooper, then Lila, and finally, Nate.
Tears flowed from his eyes.
He saw Laura crawling toward him. Her stomach opened up and it was a gory mess. His unborn child slithered on the blood-soaked ground, following her mother.
"NOOOO! STOP! NOOOO... LAURA..."
His eyes had gone red and puffy.
He rose to his feet and tightly clenched his short sword. He knows that they are not his family anymore, but mindless zombies, and the only way to free them is to kill them. But even if his mind knew it, his heart was different.
He hesitated.
"STOOOOP! STOOOP! GIVE THEM BACK TO ME! GIVE! NOOO!" he cursed the monsters that called themselves the gods. The family that he always treasured crumbled.
"AARGGHH!" He snapped. "I'm so sorry..." He dashed toward them and severed their heads one by one.
Clint stared at their dead bodies with a hollow expression.
He fell to his knees. "NYARGH! SHITTTTT!! DAMN YOU!!! FUCK! SHIT! DIIE! SHUT UUP! DIEEE..." He was losing his mind. Then he heard a familiar humm of the machine. He looked up and saw Iron Man. Well, a zombified Iron Man whose flesh and armor have been fused together to form a grotesque combination of horrifying proportions.
"You!" Clint stood up. His eyes burning with rage, "Why did you do that?" He yelled. "You zombie motherfucker! I'll kill you!"
Iron Man opened his helmet, revealing his decomposing face. There were circuits attached to his head and decaying skin. He grinned at Clint and pointed his palm toward him.
[Booom!]
A pulsating energy blast swept him off his feet and smashed him into a tree.
"Kuggggghh!"
Blood splattered from his mouth.
Clint's eyes flickered as he forced himself to look up, but the next blast killed him on the spot.
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Hufff! I woke up with a jolt. What the fuck was that? A dream or...! My eyes fell on the dead zombie a few steps away from me. I remember fighting Hawkeye, well, it was a one-sided match as he was kicking my butt. I checked my thighs where he shot me with the arrows, but the wound wasn't there. I stood up and checked my body, but there wasn't a scratch on me.
Ah! I quickly checked my ankle where that zombie fucker injured me, and it was gone. There weren't any injuries on my body and I felt full of energy. How did I heal? Was that a dream or something? What happened, I don't get it.
This doesn't make sense.
I'm pretty sure that both of us shot together, but his arrow was faster. It pierced through my throat, but then, it was all black.
The System!
"System?! You there?" I muttered under my breath.
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First mission: Kill Hawkeye completed
Reward: Absorb all the skills, abilities, and attributes of Hawkeye- Fusion process initiated: 30%
Additional reward: Zombification cured
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Hahahaha! I couldn't help but laugh. Yeah, Clint's past was too tragic, but I'm in no position to cry for him. I have got a family to take care of and for that, just like Clint, I'll fight. I'll use his skill as my own. And if I'm not wrong, then this System might give me more quests like this in the future. If I manage to defeat them all and absorb their skills, then, I might be able to do something to find a cure. But, I can't be more sure just from this.
I'll wait for the next quest.
I checked the sky. It should be 5 or 6. Alright, time is up. Need to carry these two deers and hurry back. I slung those two deers around my shoulders. "Nice. My strength increased." I made my way back home. Damn! I'm late. They are gonna be worried sick.
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[Home]
As soon as I entered the perimeter, I heard someone the sound of the gun cocking.
"Hey, it's me, Jenny. Come and lend a hand," I yelled, alerting them of my arrival. It was already dark. They must have been waiting for me, worried sick.
My sister jumped out of the fence with her flashlight, "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Sorry, got two deers... So, yeah, it took a bit more time than I thought," I said, showing her the two deer.
She took one of them from my shoulder and we walked inside.
"Mom is worried, right?" I asked and we entered the gate of the backyard.
"You bet. We thought you were done in by those zombies," she sighed, a look of relief flashed across her face.
"Nope, I'm not that easy to kill," I chuckled as I put the deer in the front yard of the cabin house and walked inside.
Mom came running and hugged me tightly. My face buried into her big, cushiony, comfortable tits. Hahaha, that was nice. "You have any idea how worried we were, young man?" She looked me in the eye.
I swear, she was on the verge of breaking into tears. I wanted to say something, but my face was buried too deep. Her tits could put any pair of tits to shame.
After some time, she finally let go and then, slugged me in the shoulder, "Just don't do that again." She let out a sigh.
"Sorry. Won't happen again," I rubbed my shoulder and smiled.
Hunting might be fun, but at the end of the day, all I can do is to put them at ease.