005 - The Next Day

After that emotional roller coaster of a ride yesterday we nodded off, taking shifts of two or three people to watch the door and barricade while the rest of us sleep.

Only two scares where a zombie jiggled the door knob or bumped into it!

Great for the first night!

I got the last watch of the night with some guy named Ken. Kind of a stuck up asshole if you ask me, but he did his job and before sunrise some more of us started waking up. Mainly the girls, probably used to a routine of getting up for 3 or 4 hours early to get ready for school. Hogging the bathroom and all that. Speaking of bathrooms, we do have a rudimentary one set up. A bucket. Next to the window and surrounded by some blinds we found and hung around it. Not that anyone has worked up the courage to use it yet.

Aside from that we still have a tiny bit of food, the snacks and such from lunchboxes, and of course there's the water situation. Like with food, we had some but it definitely wouldn't last, and water was way more important for us to survive.

Our best bet would be some rain but of course, how would that happen? This year had been the biggest drought ridden year in a century. Something about changing climates and stuff.

*Ding*

*Host should note that this is natural due to the exploitation of mother nature by man for centuries. With the coming increase in mana density extreme climates will become even more extreme, gravity and size of the planet will change, and many other changes will take place.*

'Of course, this is the apocalypse after all.'

So our next best bet would be the vending machines with drinks. The only problem was the obvious one. Zombies. How would we get past them? We're just a bunch of teens hyped up on hormones and the ignorance of youth, no matter how much we tried to down play it. Would we just send one or two people to test the waters? What if something goes wrong? Sylvie came up to me.

"What's up Jack? You got your I'm taking a shit/thinking face on. So which one is it?"

"Just thinking about water and food."

"And how little we have of it?"

"Exactly."

"Hmm... so let me guess? You're thinking about how to scavenge from the available sources? Like the vending machines on this floor?"

"Yeah."

"But you ran into the problem of zombies that wanna eat our faces off."

"Bingo."

"Why don't you just farm some experience?"

"Would that even work?"

"I don't know? This system seems pretty game-like to me though."

She had a point, it was like a game. Just one set to hardcore mode. No re-spawns or system made safe areas here.

"Might as well try it."

We sat down and discussed in more detail what our plan would entail. How to do it, who would try it, so on and so forth. We came up with several drafts of possible plans. Luring zombies to the door and whacking them, dropping stuff out the window, going into the hall as a group to clear the hall together, everyone supporting one another as needed, etc. We kept talking more and more until Dan swung by.

"Sorry to intrude on your little date but everyone's up now and wondering what we're doing today."

Being the fluent speaker I was, I turned without a hint of embarrassment from his little quip,

"Have 'em check the barricade and the outside the windows, after that they're free to do what they want as long as they're vigilant and quiet. Also, there will be an announcement later."

"Oh yes my tomato-faced leader."

And then he left to tell the others.

"Tomato-faced? That one doesn't even make sense."

"Actually your cheeks are a bit red Jack."

'Impossible! I'm amazing at hiding my emotions!'

"Wha-?"

"Just kidding Jack! Just kidding! But they're definitely getting a bit red now hehe~."

And with that I beat a hasty retreat.

'No way I was blushing! Not this young lord!'

*Ding!*

*The host is deceiving himself, elevated heart rate and blood flow leading has been detected since laying eyes on fellow human 'Sylvie'. While it didn't start out as a blush, 'Sylvie' did not lie during her statements. Blood flow levels, heart rate, and hormone secretion dramatically increase when staring at the-*

'STOP! QUIET YOU LYING SYSTEM!'

*The system DOES NOT lie*

'Sure.'

*This is the system's one warning to the host, cease this argument or the system will release the thoughts and dreams you've had regarding a certain someone, globally.*

'You wouldn't!'

*The system can and will*

'I give! Please forgive this lowly sinner!'

*The system accepts such apologies, praise be the merciful and great system!*

"Revenge is best served cold."

*What was that host?*

'Nothing.'

Apparently a few people heard my revenge thingy because they were definitely giving me some strange looks.

'Huff, why can't life be nice and easy?'

I just decided to give the announcement speech now. Briefly stating how Sylvie, I, and whoever else would volunteer would be trying the strategies that were brainstormed by Sylvie and I.

Starting with the strategy of throwing things out the window.

Now, it would be very limited because we don't have an infinite amount of things to throw out the windows. Especially things heavy enough to crack a skull or do some damage. Plus they would have to be distributed between all of us.

Things only as heavy as staplers would do superficial damage at best unless we got lucky. so those were out. Next, things like the paper cutter would probably be enough to break a neck via a drop from our floor to the ground. Then the printer. I'm sure I could get a kill using that. someone else can use the air conditioning.

Lucky for me the paper cutter was one of those swinging arm guillotine paper cutters, old and with a wood base.

'I'll take the bladed arm part of the paper cutter off first before dropping the paper cutter. It kinda looks like a sickle. Even if the blade IS only one sided I'll just have to hit them with that side then.'

At least it had a handle, and it was no doubt one of the best makeshift weapons we had available to us right now.

With this thought out and my new weapon in hand I was ready to take the fight to the zombies. or so I thought...

*Bang!*

"WHAT THE FU-!"