[ Chapter I (1): "ZOMBIE PLAGUE. (1)" ]

[ Chapter I (1): "ZOMBIE PLAGUE. (1)" ]

[ Volume I: "GODS & DEVILS." ]

I'm Felix Harp, yeah, I know right cool name. But let's not focus about that right now, let's focus more on me getting away from those "things" which are chasing me.

And I am not liking this, I repeat! I AM NOT LIKING THIS!! Someone call help! Why is this happening to me?! And what are this texts, things floating the fuck in the air.

[ "Get To Safety." (1) ]

[ Objective: "Survive, and get to safety away from the Zombies which are chasing you." ]

[ Rewards: "Lottery Ticket (2)", "10 Bronze System Currency." ]

Zombies?! Those thing's are Zombies? I mean, I-it explains lot of shit but, what?! I mean, they look like shit, they don't look decaying, so that's what an Zombie looks like.

Those fucking texts floating in the air are finally helpful, thank god, thank heavens, thank the lord above, mwah.

Wait what am I thinking?! I'm being chased by those fucks, I'll explain later. For now legs, go booster mode!

Which doesn't exist, so I'm just running in a much quicker pace than earlier with me sweating, panting, and having my heart beat in a much quicker pace than before, as I run away from those things.

Leaving them in the dust as I in the middle of an ghost-quiet road run pass multiple destroyed vehicles, rundown buildings, and even pass other Zombies which are often times eating other Zombies.

And to those who aren't eating anything, and instead just chasing me, and preparing to chase me. I just ran away from, dodging either to the left, or to the right.

Because damn, looking back at the horde for a couple of seconds I've realized that they're decaying, old, at the point that their flesh are even showing, and most importantly they are hella slow.

Fucking slow that I can walk in an normal pace and I don't belive that they can catch up with me. Fucking Nazis, that's deserved.

At some point I felt energized, compative, and not worry at all about the consequences of everything.

As I slow down, stretch my neck for a little bit, as I grab an piece of decaying, old plank and quickly smashing some random Zombie eating something, kneeling in the ground.

As I hit him in the face, with that said Zombie being sent flying for a little bit as I stopped him from eating.

The impact from the home run-kind of hit I've just did to that grey, gross fuck caused it to be pissed. As I look at the plank in my hand, with it being damaged for a little bit more than before.

With me sighting for a little as I ready myself for another swing. "This is legalized brutality that I shall commit because I have to," damn, self, no need to rationalize it that much, just say that you want to murder something jeez.

As I look at the Zombie, arm raised similar to those George Romero kind of Zombies; which are supposedly smarter than the average Zombie in pop-culture.

But this one is stupid, so I don't held this thing in high regard like I those to the George Romero kind, so fuck em'.

As I hit that thing straight in the head, like an nail, the impact causing the head of the old plank to finally break.

Not gonna lie, I don't hate doing this; this dictator-like system is finally useful aside from showing item's descriptions throughout my week, which drived me insane for a few days.

But not, I am kinda getting the hang of it. As the stress, and pent up anger inside me slowly dissappear as I punch the non-feeling cold hearted fuck in front of me, backing up a little to give extra damages to my punch.

With me finally ending the groaning fucks life by stumping it in the head repeatedly, careful to not get it's claws, or teeth to not touch me.

I've watched Zombie Land, I know about Left 4 Dead, hell, I even Dying Light for it's story. In short, I'm thankfully not dumb enough to turn into an Zombie because of my blind rage.

And because I learned from The Walking Dead's Zombies, I quickly get out of their. Those type of Zombies just pops out of nowhere for some kind of reason, weird shit happening inside that Universe, but at least it taught me not to be dumb.

So off, off, the prince Felix of some kind of random castle in the middle of nowhere he go, with one kill to his name.

[ "Lvl 2 Zombie Grunt killed, 182 EXP gained." ]

As another, thankfully useful feature of the system; which I'll say it again, is stuck inside Felix's head for some cosmic, unexplained reason that he just had to live with.

So it's useful that Felix could understand, and see one of its features for the first time. And this one talks about EXP, he looks at it as he runs from Zombies occasionally brushing his shoes at the side of the road.

With him trying to ignore the groans, moans, and rumbles of those Zombies fucks he's encountering, and running away from as he focuses more on speedwalking.

As he tries to look for an weapon that he can use to more easily kill those Zombies. Because, I'm not gonna lie, that feeling of hitting something with all of your force felt good.

And this isn't just some kind of wall Felix can hit anytime he wants; this fucks are living, and breathing (probably) beings that he can kill, moral conscious free.

With him searching left and right, at the burning buildings, at the destroyed cars, and even at the rat carcass which one Fat Zombie is eating with no luck of finding any weapon.

Except for one, an gift from heaven, an heavy typed of weapon that he can dual wield, and strong enough that it wouldn't break in two strikes.

The Legendary Pipe!! An fucking Pipe baby! With its slightly curve top being the perfect head that Felix could ask for, except a different kind of head that he'll want to experience some day...

But anyways, it's over there, looking like some kind of whore in Felix's eyes trying to seduce him; which it successfully did as he grabs it midwalk.

Even though he's sweating from all those running, speedwalking, and internally talking to himself he still tries his best.

As he stomp at the ground, and forcefully swinging that Pipe at some Zombie eating an bird on the hood of some rundown, broken Taxi.

Causing blood, bits, and gore to shuffle around everywhere with that thing's head being smashed like the piñata that Felix hoped for many-many years for his birthday party.

Even though the mayhem, destruction, and chaos that is unfolding before his eyes. For Felix, he never felt so alive.

[ SCP-008: "ZOMBIE PLAGUE." ]