[ Chapter IV (4): "ZOMBIE PLAGUE. (4)" ]

[ Chapter IV (4): "ZOMBIE PLAGUE. (4)" ]

[ Volume I: "GODS & DEVILS." ]

"Bang, bang, bang!" Felix thoughts to himself trying to mimic the sound of his Pistol inside his head, as he mows down Zombies left and right with ease.

As corpses of surely dead Zombies surrounds him, "One shot, two shot, three shot," with him shooting one Zombie specially in the head, three times just to kill the damn thing. "Oh- shit, I'm out."

[ "Lvl 5 Zombie Grunt killed, 389 EXP gained." ]

As the P220 he's holding on his left arm runs out of ammo, so he switches to the sidearm... The Pipe!! Which he's holding one handedly, swinging it around and killing Zombies as he backs away.

Backs away slowly at the wooden door of the building he's staying on, apparently this run-down piss of shit is called an apartment complex. Just call it an motel for god sake.

Now, after I've got inside the motel, or apartment complex whatever, I first of course loads my empty gun. Recycling the used mag and throwing it on my Inventory.

That Inventory thing, I've discovered that long along, probably on day two when I was reading something and impulsively imagined an inventory in real life; and it just appeared, like in my waken-dreams.

Now, now everything might be going too fast for the simple minded you, but I've actually been stuck here for more than an hour now. And using that time, and with my enhanced brain processing power, I've actually gained resolution within me.

And that's killing more fools as I see fit, I'm crazy I know, but, fuck it. This is fun, it seems fun, and it is fun, so I'm doing it. And besides they're just bastard Zombies, they might have been alive at some point, but, now, they are just dead... Walking targets for me to shoot, and practise my skills at.

As I reload my pistol by grabbing one of the mags unlike the other mags which are leaned to the side, this one isn't, meaning it's full with 22mm bullets... Was those bullets called 22mm? I forgot.

I thought to myself as everything around me slows down to 0.5, accidentally using my power as the mag I've used earlier slowly dimaterialize. As the said mag finally enters one random slot.

Near my plastic bags, bottom to my crumbled pieces of papers, and atop a few slots up my phone. I really need to organize this.

I thinks as everything around me goes back to normal, the transition was always weird, I mean, I can see everything in slow-motion and just when you are getting the hang of it. That power just dissappears, only to reappear later. Fucking Bullet Time.

And on que I hear the Zombies banging on "my" yeah, I claimed it when I called it an apartment complex, door. As I sights to myself while pulling the head, yeah I call it the head, of my P220 Pistol.

As I looks out at the broken window beside the entrance door of "my" apartments. Yeah, the colorful shards are scattered out, and inside of "my" complex but that's not big enough for any Zombie to get through.

Thanks for those rusty looking metals which protects me from those Zombies, as I see them moan, groan, and reach out for me through that shit.

But because of boredom, and I wanna make fun of it I've sit similar to an bunny pose in front of it, and the rest of it's friends.

And shows them the middle finger, before I drop my Pistol and ultimately grabbed my bloody, legendary, ultimately crazily wonderful Pipe. And smashes their heads one-by-one, like an bloody infinire piñata party.

"Pak, pak, pahkk." I don't know why I'm making this sound, I just know the gooey, bloody sound I'm hearing make this funny, sooo. "Pak, phak, phaakk." I just kept hitting them in the head, or hands, limbs, or anything that I can see moving trying to reach out from outside.

[ "Lvl 2 Zombie Grunt killed, 151 EXP gained." ]

[ "Lvl 3 Zombie Grunt killed, 241 EXP gained." ]

[ "Lvl 2 Zombie Grunt killed, 152 EXP gained." ]

[ "Level-up." ]

[ "Lvl 4 Zombie Grunt killed, 319 EXP gained." ]

This has to be cheating, no way I just found an glitch inside this game-reality I'm in. This feels like an mob farm, ironically for Zombies; which it is.

As blood, brain bits, hands, limbs, legs, and other bodily organs an Zombie could have can be seen sprawled out on "my" fucking old, decaying floorboards.

With some more blood painting my new clothes, which I definitely didn't stole from one of "my" many-many apartments inside this complex. The black and white pattern looks nice, some sort of taoism, or ying and yang logo or something.

"This is an cheat code," I think to myself as I looks at those puny grey hands, heads, and legs that couldn't even reach me. Not even the claws, which I don't know how they developed, biology is weird man.

As I only stop when I felt myself sweating from all those hitting I've done, and yeah, I've done alot. Damn those brain bits looks really red, shouldn't it be grey? Did I painted it too much?

Eh, whatever, Stats. As one long ass Status window appears in front of me, this time I didn't got shocked by it. This time I nonchalantly looks and reads the texts.

[ Name: "Felix Harvey Harp." ]

[ Level: "21." ]

[ Class: "None." ]

[ Title: "None." ]

[ HP: "205/211." ]

[ MP: "None." ]

[ Fatigue: "73/100." ]

[ Status. ]

[ Strength: "31." ]

[ Stamina: "21." ]

[ Agility: "23." ]

[ Intelligence: "19." ]

[ Perception: "24." ]

[ Available Points to Distribute: "3." ]

[ Skills. ]

[ Passive Skills: ]

[ -- Enchanted Perception. (Lvl 1) ]

[ -- System. (Lvl 1) ]

[ -- Hyperactivity. (Lvl 2) ]

[ Active Skills: ]

Yeah, he doesn't have any activateable skills. Which pisses him off a little to another level.

And apparently did you know that everyone starts at level 1, with all stats also starting as 1. And overtime through nurture each stats, and levels grow. For stats it can be through physical, and psychological trainings.

For levels on the other hand it can be by growing up, and learning through pass mistakes; yeah, but for Felix it's just by killing. What an bloodthirsty system he has.

The more you know I guess.

[ "BANG, PANG, PANG, GOOSE!!" ]