The Moribund

Ryver didn't distribute the points as he did the first time. Instead, he stored it and decided to use it in case of any emergencies. Richard's mutation made him even more wary since there might actually be other types of monsters out there.

He searched the room for any backpack he could find or at least a laptop bag, but he was unable to find any. "Will just have to manage that one." Ryver uttered as he exited the room.

The 49th floor descend to silence and only Ryver's boots stepping in the glass shards could be heard. He reached the elevator, and repeatedly tapped on the call button.

It was unknown if the other residents on this floor were sleeping in their rooms or dead  since no one came out even after the nuclear explosion.

If he could find one person, he would be able to test his theory; If Half- Mutated Licker are formed from those who had their throats sliced or hold deep grudges. He could have gone to the rooms to check one after the other, but he wanted to get to his daughter fast.

As Ryver waited, he heard a soft buzzing sound that was gradually getting louder and louder. He frowned, walking towards the edge of the hallway, he looked through the glass walls.

With his sharpened eyes, his sight is now two times sharper than before, but that was enough. He blinked his eyes in a specific pattern and spoke.

"Hazel, 2x zoom."

His comm released a zooming sound effect and his lens made everything 2x closer. Ryver saw a shocking scene that finally made his expressionless face falter.

He immediately started backing up and his eyes sight went back to normal. Without warning, he took off as though he was being chased by a ghost. Except that he wasn't being chased by a ghost. No, a large plane descended towards the skyscraper like a dove.

Boom! Shiiiiiiiiiiiing!!! BANG!!!

The wings of the plane immediately crashed right at the edge of the skyscraper, moving forwards as it rammed into where Ryver had been standing previously, clearing the entire floor like a massive broom.

Ryver kept running and as he gazed backwards, long metal shrapnel flung towards his back. Ryver immediately stomped his foot and rolled forwards, evading being sliced from the waist.

Ignoring a small part of his hair falling off his face, he got up from his roll and resumed running towards the stairs at the other edge of the hallway. The wing finally snapped off from the plane, letting the plane fall away from the skyscraper.

The engine of the plane slammed into various objects, walls, ceramics and woods. Grinding them to pieces with its sharp blades but it seemed to have collided into something strong, the rolling blade immediately stopped, the engine and the wings still colliding into objects due to its original kinetic force.

The engine suddenly started to overheat, blazing red with flames over it. Dodging another marble piercing his way, Ryver had a change of expression  From the corner of his eyes, he saw the engine overheating. Something which was only at least twenty meters away from him and was closing in.

There was no time to think. Ryver tucked his combat blade in his pants, jumped forwards and immediately flipped in mid-air, tucking his head into his arms and his legs as he curled up into a perfectly shaped ball with his back against the engine.

He looked like a big perfectly shaped ball in midair, except that he wasn't a ball, instead he is human.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

The engine instantly exploded, blasting the entire fifty-meter radius into smithereens, sending rocks and shards piercing in all directions like bullets. The kinetic force spread outwards like a wave. Ryver's body was forcefully blasted forwards with increased intensity, his back uncontrollably slammed into a segment of the glass walls which exploded to pieces by the force, he was being pushed out of the skyscraper!

In the nick of time, Ryver's arm stretched outwards from his curled up form like a rope and grabbed at the metallic edge of the glass, effectively hooking himself backing into the building.

His body swung down in the air, slamming into the glass of the floor beneath. As he swung sideways, a blade from the engine slashed dangerously past his back into the city below, he had narrowly avoided being pierced through by the torso.

His body was still in the air and with hand hooked upon the ledge, his body swung horizontally sideways, slamming against the body of the outwards glass walls.

Wind, fire and smoke wheezed past him as he was dangling on the 49th floor above the ground. Fire exploded outwards as oxygen guided the blast outside, extinguishing the flames.

Ryver's hands were dripping blood, the metallic handle he had grabbed had remnants of broken glass within, but he dared not let go. If he had not grabbed at the ledge at the perfect moment, he might have been blasted off the skyscraper.

Ryver clenched his teeth tightly from the pain and remained hanging there, blood dripping from his palm to his elbow and his shirt. One might have been scared shitless as the wind blew, flapping against his hair and howling against his ears, but Ryver was only concerned with the pain.

A while after the fire completely  subsided, Ryver gasped through his improvised mask as he heaved himself up over the ledge with difficulty. He rolled over with his back to the ground without minding the glass shards on the ground. Panting heavily as he did so.

His palms had been punctured by the glass shards, but Ryver remained lying there. That had been a close call.

There were many times when he would have died a thousand times over in that situation but it seems Ryver was incredibly lucky, or maybe he calculated the exact scenario for his survival.

His ear rang as though it was about to explode, but he managed to sit up after a while, carefully picking up the three big pieces of glass that were stuck in his palm. And then dug into his palms to pick the tiny pieces. After which, he tore a section of his pants and wrapped it on his injured right palm effectively stopping the bleeding. The wound on his left was only a flesh wound while the one on his right was deeply injured with his bone affected.

Now, no one would have expected a plane to divert towards this direction and even almost collide head-on with the building.

Ryver gazed upwards with a darkened expression. The lighting flickered and suddenly went off as a massive blast echoed from afar, making the building tilt even more slightly. Other parts of the plane must have collided with the backup generator of the building. It was the only thing that would have caused the explosion and the shortage of power.

"The elevator should be useless by now." Ryver muttered, picking himself up. He groaned slightly in pain. He walked back into the wreckage. Pulling out a massive iron that must have been from the engine skin out of the way, Ryver stood before the stairs.

He wasn't fast enough to reach the stairs otherwise he might have escaped with no injuries at all.

He walked through the stairs, towards the 48th floor of the building, and then he paused.

Smash!

He broke through the protective casing of the fire case with his elbow and grabbed the red-headed fire axe in his palm. He liked the feeling he was getting.

The handle wasn't too heavy but very sturdy while the axe itself although not as sharp as his knife but was heavy enough. Bashing through the bones of the skull would prove difficult, but it could certainly pierce through brains with slight difficulty.

Ryver began walking downwards The stairs seem to be divided unit various segments. Since he couldn't see anyone on this part of the stairs. He assumed everyone would be panicking by now, rushing out as fast as they can as he could faintly hear sounds, but his ears were ringing loudly from the explosion. Ryver didn't go through the other floors for zombies.

The idea of killing zombies to gather Evolution points is a very good one, but Lyssa comes first in everything. He couldn't help but shake his head as to why the nuclear attack didn't happen a week earlier.

Lyssa was in his custody throughout last week and he did enjoy spending time with his Little Chaos. But now he has to fight a way to her. Yvonne could take good care of her, but he soul take perfectly good care of her. Yvonne didn't want Lyssa to turn out like him, but she herself wasn't any different from him either.

As he reached the 39th floor, he was beginning to hear the sounds more clearly. He reached another segment of the stairs and saw the door to the 39th floor was been frantically knocked without rhythm. He opened the door, and instantly, he reared backwards, avoiding a strike to his face. He kicked against the door, slamming the door against the zombie that had attacked him, pushing it and the other zombies backwards.

With the axe pointing downwards, he swung the axe vertically upwards, slicing and bisecting through the head of the zombie, the zombie fell backwards with the resultant force.