[ Chapter III (3): "SCP-008 ZOMBIE PLAGUE" ]
[ "Y-heyeah! Part- where the fuck am I?" ]
Alexander wearing a birthday hat could be seen enjoying his time, as he now got along with the once annoying Crazy Rabbids. They was forming a line, now he found himself teleported into a land somewhere else.
Coughing, he then realized that it has been a day— exactly 24 hours since his last Mission, which pulled him out of his prison and into another Mission; as the System's notification in front of him we're to testify.
[ SCP CONTAINMENT MISSION NO. 8 ]
[ ENCOUNTERING DANGEROUS ANOMALIES IS SOMETHING THE PLAYER SEEMS TO EXCEL IN, BUT NOT GREAT IN DOING. IN SHORT, THE SYSTEM HAS DECIDED TO GIVE THE PLAYER AN EASY TASK AT THE MOMENT; PROTECT THE SMALL TOWN WITH THE POPULATION OF 35 FROM FALLING IN THE HANDS OF THE ZOMBIE PLAGUE ]
[ REWARD: 1,000 SYSTEM CREDITS, ZOMBIE HUNTER TITLE, 1 LVL. 1 CURATOR RELATED ABILITY ]
He reads the words in the air very carefully, covering his nose as to get rid of that putrid smell that he is smelling. His eyes stopping only when he read the last part, at the Zombie Plague part as he realizes the problem he is facing.
[ "Zombies?" ] He watched The Walking Dead, he is quite familiar with George Romero type of undeads. He even played some games relating to Zombies, like for example Left 4 Dead that he quite love.
So he is adept with dealing Zombies... Not really, he just hopes that this ones aren't fast, hopefully slow, so that he has a fighting chance against them.
Especially in his weaken condition that has been partying with relentless Rabbids for hours, and also one which is both hungry and thirsty at the moment.
Coughing into his hands, he then observed the surroundings he is in. Realizing quickly that he is inside some hotel, motel, or some sorts, with sunshine being given by the window outside. Seeing that the room is both empty and ransacked, he then approached the window, wanting to observe the scenery outside.
[ "What the fuck...?" ] One that he immediately regrets in seeing, as everything around him seems to be destroyed. Smoke could be seen immiting from some houses not far-away, as buildings and infrastructure are both mostly destroyed and ransacked.
Worse of it all, he could see the once dead citizens of this place walking in shambles on the street below. Due to the geography of the location he spawned it, he could see quite a lot... Which made him sick.
Human and animals alike could be seen in the street, walking, or to some cases crawling, without any senses of direction in them. Sometimes bumping into buildings that, signs, or standby vehicles.
As they all shows the same complexion; a grey dead skin, their flesh oftentimes showing, with their innards and other bodily organs spitting out, with them seemingly not feeling any pain at all, continuing their walk without any care at all.
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 4 ]
[ SCP-008-1 CAT LVL. 2 ]
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 5 ]
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 6 ]
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 5 ]
He could see floating text above their heads, an advantage he has due to the System. Which gave him an edge over them, knowing which one is weak, which one is strong, and which one he could fight in realizing the dire situation that he is in.
All seemingly out of reach, except for that one tabby cat that is coughing up some green furball. As they both share the same Lvl after all, both being Lvl. 2 i.e. weak as all hell; which is bad.
Because if he did fight that Lvl. 2 Zombified Cat, then there's possibility of getting infected by claws, by bites, by getting spit at by the thing. Not a great sign, and he wouldn't get that much experience from it, as it is after all just a simple Lvl. 2.
So wondering what he should do next, he tries to look around the quiet town, mapping it, wanting to find a way in which he could run too, or perhaps target if he wants to survive in this place.
His first instinct was to find a gun store, or a grocery store. As they have what he needs, for protection, and for food. He did find ones, but he quickly noticed that Zombies is mostly over flooding those places...
Which quickly made him abandon that smart idea in the first place. Not knowing what to do, he looked around, but noticed something; a teenager wounded, running around wildly, not yet Zombified, but seemingly infected as proven by his wounds in the arm.
[ HUMAN CIVILIAN LVL. 3 ]
Seeing the pained expression of the kid, Alexander immediately wanted to help. But couldn't, as Zombies of different classes approached the boy, surrounding him, the way that they did wasn't fast, slow actually similar to that of The Walking Dead.
But in sheer quantity alone that numbers about in the hundreads, it made the kid hopeless as he sobs right behind the car that he is trying to hijack. Stopping that, as he then made a last stand against the horde of Zombies.
Shouting profanities that Alexander couldn't hear, he watches closely as the kid, with his baseball bat wrapped up in barb wire bashes the skull of any Zombies that get closes to him.
First it was a cat, then a small kid, then an old-man, then lastly a girl in a tattered flowery dress. As finally he gets swarmed by the evermoving Zombies, overwhelmed before then being eaten by them... The Zombies constantly pushing one another as they do so. [ "..." ]
[ WARNING: THE LESS CITIZENS YOU SAVE, THE LESS REWARD THE PLAYER GETS ]
[ 34 CIVILIANS LEFT ]
Pulling off his birthday hat, Alexander then placed it in his chest before then wearing it again. As a sign of respect, and sorry for the young man...
He isn't a Wizard, he couldn't have just saved the boy, but still; he could have been a Wizard if he had just completed that Mission relating to Garfield.
If he did complete that, then he could have probably saved that young man. But due to his constant failures in completing the Missions given by the System, he didn't turn to a Wizard, and now doesn't have any ability to even reassure his own survival in this hellish fictional-like place.
So that guilt still lays within him, as he turns away from the window and focused his attention in the messy apartment room he is in. Seeing nothing of usefulness for him here, for survival, or even food, he decides to make something for himself.
[ "Shit, this room's empty." ] But due to lack of knowledge, he doesn't know what to use. As a last resort, he went to the curtains and pulled it down, standing on a table as he does so. Pulling it down, he then grabbed the long piece of metal, not caring at all about the flowery curtains.
[ "This, uhh- should be good." ] Rule No. 1: in the Zombie Apocalypse, ALWAYS HAVE A WEAPON, preferably one that is long, a spear, so that you wouldn't easily be reached by the Undead...
That's what he inferred from being an adult, in the 21st century, wherein Zombie media is everywhere. Different alternation, same thing, here thankfully Zombies aren't fast. Or that would have been a nightmare.
Feeling the lightness of his weapon, he became assured, it just means he would be able to run much faster. [ "Next, next, next..." ] He look at his figure and thought of what to do next.
Quickly realizing that he is not dressed for the occasion with his somewhat sand filled pants and plain t-shirt that has some confetti in it. They did party hard, didn't they? Felt like an acid trip, even though he doesn't know what an acid trip feels like.
Groaning, he then went to the nearest cabinet and opened it. Being immediately presented with girl clothes, in plastic hangers hanged, and some clothes piled in some parts, [ "So much clothes, why do they need this much anyways?" ]
Really wanting to know, he mouthed to himself. But the owner isn't here, so he couldn't ask that exact same questions, as he just continued a move on.
Picking what he should use as armor, [ "Are this even clothes?" ] Shaking his head, he pulled a dress, skimpy black, short, so short in fact that it looks like it belongs to an imp, or a child... Which shouldn't be, because this doesn't look child friendly. [ "Forget it." ]
He threw it behind him, not at all bothered by loitering around in this random woman's apartment. Much more concerned in, if he would live pass this; definitely not... But trying to live, he after all doesn't want to you know, die for the... 9th time.
[ "What has my life been turned too?" ] Continuing his search, he finally found one suitable for him at the very least. A pink plain hoodie that looks quite good, definitely best in his opinion amongst this trash that are surprisingly considered as clothes, [ "Okay-okay, this is quite nice." ]
He took of his hat and quickly took the hanger off the hoodie and wore it, not at all bothered by its smell which is covered by some fruity perfume, and wood.
Admiring it for a moment, before then continued his search for some extra clothes, to at the very least wrap his fist and vitals with. That is for safety, why the hell wouldn't he wrap his body?
He watched Train to Busan, he know how important it is to have cover, especially in area which is prone to Zombie bites, i.e. more on arms, the forearms.
So grabbing a party dress, he then destroyed it, wrapping it to his fist, then another to wrap it on his forearms. Remember children, there is no such things as overly cautious, just lack thereof.
Oh, Rule No. 2: TO ALWAYS BE DRESSED FOR THE OCCASION and also. Rule No. 3: WITHOUT SUSTENANCE ONE IS DOOMED TO DIE in the long run.
So wanting to fix this problem, he then went to the sole door of the one roomed apartment that he is in. Hoping that beyond there, is a buffet just waiting for him, or perhaps another room that has food.
As this one doesn't have jack shit, or guns in the bed... This has to be another country, and not America then, so that's that.
About to open it to outside, he paused, as he smell the foul stenching smell from beyond the door. Though not knowing what's beyond, he is quite sure that there is at the very least one or two Zombies outside, so before going out, he made sure.
Pressing one side of his ear on the door, he listened... Quickly picking up that, yes, there are indeed monsters beyond this doors, and that they are groaning in different volumes, one is close, one is far... Then nothing.
Steadying himself, he held tightly on his weapon, knowing that he wouldn't be able to kill anything using this, he then resorted to another tactic. He grabbed as much clothes as he could in one hand, then readied his makeshift spear on the other.
He'll use those clothes as protection, as he'll after all more on punch the Zombies before then running to another place. Not knowing the layout of the building that he is in, that is in fact just a risk;
But in no other way out other than the door, or the window of the 4th or 3rd something floored apartment, which would immediately get him killed.
Besides those two choices, there's no other way out. So he picked the one which would give him more chance on succesing, i.e. not dying, i.e. the one that is more likely to succeed the Mission given by the System.
About to open the door out, Alexander then realized pretty quickly that due to his left fist being covered mostly by clothes, that he wouldn't be able to open it using that hand.
Then his right which is holding a pointy stick that would clash with the door, making sound, plausibly alerting the Zombies behind the door before he could even open it; in short, this is a problem.
This could also ruin his newfound rule in this Zombie Apocalypse that he finds himself in. That would be Rule No. 4: TO ALWAYS BE STEALTHY. [ "No shit." ]
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