Heaven's Dice

The zombies that came with the apocalypse were showing similar characteristics of the ones that were from the movies and shows.

They could infect other humans by inflicting any wounds on them such as biting and scratching.

From the moment of infection, a person has three minutes before he turns into a zombie.

They also move slow but could be fast as a normal human when chasing a target.

The way to kill them was to destroy their brains. Shooting, cutting or smashing it into paste could do the work.

…

Miles read the articles that gave information about the zombies for some time. He was browsing the internet when the connection was suddenly lost.

"So, internet is gone."

Good thing that he already has contacted his family. However, communicating with them would be difficult from now on. Being updated from the events around the world would also be hard and so as gathering of valuable information.

"I will just make do of what I have now and collect the information myself."

He wanted to go to his family and the first step to do that was to kill all the zombies outside his room.

From what he saw there must be at least fifteen of them in front of his door. That was not counting the ones that should be roaming around the hallway and the ones that were all over the building.

His room was on the fifth floor, the top floor. Miles was trying to calculate how many zombies were in the building alone and arrived at the number 250.

"I need to get past those."

All this time, his door was being slammed by zombies. Now, it was starting to crack.

He quickly packed his bag. He secured his food into a lunch box and also stored some water. Miles also packed a set of spare clothes and his electronics like laptop and tablet. He has no idea of the situation inside the university but it was better to be prepared.

"You guys are very persistent, eyy."

He quickly wore the riding gear of Jason. It was a full body suit with knee and elbow pads. He also wore the gloves, the boots and the helmet.

"That guy really loves black. I can't blame him though." From head to toe, he was covered in black color.

"Oh I should also bring his keys in case." Miles took the motorcycle keys of Jason's bike from his cabinet.

He knew how to ride but not as committed as Jason who rides the track during weekends.

Miles took the bat and held it tightly. He grabbed the doorknob but suddenly, his heart began beating fast.

'Can I do it? Can I really kill those people outside? What if I was bitten? What if the stairs were blocked? What if they are more than what I imagined? What if..'

Questions and doubts began to flood his mind. He hesitated to push the door and was frozen in his place. His hands were shivering.

'I don't want to die. I want to see my family.'

Under the tinted helmet, his tears fell from his eyes.

'Staying here won't do anything good for me. I need to fight for myself.'

Miles gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

A shout gave him a little push as he opened the door.

Bam.

The moment the door opened, Miles swung his bat at the head of the first zombie. It was a young man the same age as him.

Boom.

The head of the zombie was smashed as it collided with the other zombies.

He did not stop there and swung his bat once again with a shout.

Boom.

The second zombie fell on the floor. It was not yet fully dead but its movement halted for some time.

One grabbed his arm so he crushed its head with his bat. Its blood splattered into his helmet and clothes, however, he just wiped it quickly and attacked the zombies again.

He focused on those near him and those that sneak on him on a few chances. It took two to three strikes before he fully killed a zombie.

Twenty minutes later, those fifteen zombies outside his room all collapsed on the floor.

Miles was already tired. His body was not weak but after swinging a bat with full strength for twenty minutes straight, he felt like his arm was falling apart. His palm was also numb from holding the bloodied bat tightly.

He looked at the bodies lying on the floor and the second he smelled the blood, he quickly lifted his helmet and vomited on the side.

'Ah, damn..'

Miles could not take a real rest because the ones from the hallway were already close to him. If he lowered his guard for a moment, he would be pinned down from both sides. He put back the helmet on and walked forward towards the stairs at the left side of the building.

These zombies were all from the university. Most of them were students that were only a few years older than him. Seeing them like how they were, the desire to not turn into a zombie became stronger.

His fight against the zombies on the fifth floor continued for an hour. He killed a total of 40 zombies and he felt like dying because of exhaustion. Fortunately, he was safe and was not bitten or wounded by any zombie.

After clearing the floor from zombies and wiping the blood and dirt off his gear, he checked each room for survivors and anything that he could use.

He was disappointed when he did not find any survivors. However, he was not losing hope of finding survivors.

"They must have gathered in one place or hidden somewhere in the campus."

He also did not find anything useful except some more rations of food.

It was already noon and he decided to eat first. He also rested for the afternoon because he was already tired. He secured the place by closing the exit on the stairs and blocked the elevator with a cabinet. He went around one more time and checked that all the zombies were dead.

With a peace of mind, he rested for the next few hours. Not only was he physically exhausted, what happened also dealt some blow on his mind. After applying some pain relieving patches on his body, he lay down on his bed.

…

It was already dark when Miles woke up.

'I survived the first day.'

When he looked outside the window, the city still had its light but some bright fires could also be seen once in a while.

'I wonder where my friends are? They must have survived, right?'

'My family, I need to go find them. I hope they are fine.'

He ate his dinner and after an hour of rest he began to exercise.

"My body is still weak. I could not last long against the ones on this floor. If it's outside, I would have already died. And now I don't have a system like the others, I am at a great disadvantage. They have a way to get stronger while I don't. Now, the only way is to strengthen myself the traditional way as much as I can."

Miles trained his body for three hours then, he rested for the night. Tomorrow, he decided to go down to the ground floor.

…

The next morning, Miles was already awake even before the sun was up.

He wore his gear, helmet and backpack before going to the stairs with his bat.

The stairs leading to the fourth floor has two zombies on it. Miles disposed of them easily.

He arrived at the door of the fourth floor.

In reality, he could just go straight to the ground floor using the stairs and avoid all the zombies that could be lurking in the other three floors. However, Miles saw that fighting these zombies could increase his experience and use it as training himself for this new age.

He opened the door and immediately saw the zombies scattered along the hallway.

With a step, he entered the group of zombies and began his slaughter.

Because of yesterday's fight, Miles gained some information about how zombies move and how he should kill them. He applied what he learned in his fight and it went a bit easier than yesterday.

The zombies in the fourth floor numbered fifty and after he was done killing them, he checked his body from wounds and breathed relief when he was fine. He then searched the rooms.

There were also no survivors on this floor.

The good thing was that he found a knife on this floor. Miles thought of how he could use it as a weapon.

He took a mop and snapped the handle from the head. Then, he also took out the handle of the knife, leaving only its metal part. He squeezed it in the middle of the top of the wooden handle and secured it with a tight rope.

"This could do for a while."

Miles was satisfied with his DIY spear. He spent some time practicing thrusting and stabbing with it before he moved to the third floor.

The first zombie died when he penetrated its head through its eyes. Miles retracted his spear and stabbed another one.

There was another one that was closer to him so he used his bat to smash its head.

Miles sat on the floor after he killed all the zombies. He rested and did his routine before moving onto the next floor. The third and second floor did not have any survivors on them. Clearing the second floor took the longest time as he was getting tired.

"I'll eat first before I go to the ground floor."

Miles went down when his energy was restored.

He was surprised the moment he saw the situation on the first floor.

"How many of them are here?"

In front of him was a crowd of zombies, standing shoulder to shoulder. The place was really packed.

A zombie turned and saw him. It growled then began walking towards Miles.

"Damn. This will be difficult."

However, he didn't lose hope. He looked at the wall beside the door where he was standing and there, an emergency fire box was hanging. He was extremely glad to see that the fireman's axe was still there. At first, he was afraid that someone already took it and he would lose a good weapon.

He smashed the glass and it attracted the attention of the zombies.

Miles tied his bat and spear behind him before taking the fireman's axe. He stared at his targets and shouted inside. 'Come!'

Swish!

A single swing beheaded a zombie.

Another swing split a head open.

Miles continued to kill the zombies.

'Good! It is easier with a good weapon!'

He was tired but having the fireman's axe with him made the task less challenging.

'This could take a while.'

He expected that the onslaught on the first floor would be longer because of the amount of zombies present.

However, he was wrong. It was already three hours and the zombies still kept coming at him. He was already stepping on corpses but the zombies were still advancing towards Miles.

'Argh. This is troublesome.'

'How many of these damned zombies have I killed?'

His arms were trembling from ache and his body was covered in sweat. Miles knew that his palms were already full of blisters.

'No, I don't want to die here! I won't die here!'

'I need to get back to my family!'

Those were his thoughts all this time.

Eventually, the axe descended onto the head of the last zombie around.

Miles slumped to the bodies of the zombies while trying to catch his breath.

"Damn. I survived another day."

He was very thankful that he could live another day.

Right then, a green screen appeared in front of him.

[ You have earned 1,000 points. You can now roll the Heaven's Dice. ]