[ Chapter IV (4): "ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE SURVIVAL GUIDE" ]
Rule No. 5: FUCK THE ZOMBIES, RUN AWAY!
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 3 ]
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 2 ]
Alexander felt his resolve crumble as he watches the 2 Zombies in the corridor greet him, both of which is crawling, both of which seemingly has problems relating to their legs; as one is burnt, the other is chopped off.
This caused the corridor to have a burning smell, and a foul smell coming from the blood and insides that is being splat over the more the Zombies move. Causing Alexander to fear for his life and even shake all-over as he ponders on what to do.
[ "F-fuck, you ugly motherfuckers." ]
Stuttering, he held tightly to his makeshift spear and on the clothes he covered in his fist, his forehead covered and drenched by sweat due to the clothes he is wearing.
But no way in hell would he take those clothes off, those are his only protection, especially because this things are monsters, Zombies that can infect someone and turn them into mindless ghouls, just a single bite, or in the case of some— 24 Days Later, just a single blood dropping into any of his holes could turn him into just like them.
He doesn't want that, he doesn't want any of that. As he stares at them. Turning behind him, he can't see any exit points other than the window outside, not a great thing, so even if he wants to run away, he would need to pass this zombfreaks to do so; that would mean an encounter.
A chance for him to get beaten, eaten, infected. So he waits patiently for them to get close enough, as they crawl on the floor groaning. The face of an salary man in a suit, and a fragile young lady appearing to his vision as both of them crawls.
A trail of blood, some having dried up being left by them as the more they move, due to their legs being non-fuctional at all, they just crawl to him. It'll probably take about months for them to get close, but that didn't get him any assurance one-bit.
[ "W-wait that could work." ] Seeing that he has a strategy at hand, Alexander dropped his weapon and cloths that he is holding on his hand. Before then rushing back inside the apartment he spawned in.
Seconds later he could be seen running out the door, panting slightly, as sweat drenches his clothes and hoodie in doing so, leaving clear stains. In his hands are all the clothes he could find inside the apartment, even the bedsheet and curtains wasn't left alone.
As he then dropped it to the floor, he went back to pick up some more, primarily a bedside lamp that he could use for destruction, offense and to test the durability of the Zombies. [ "Eat shit!" ]
Seeing the opportunity, he then ran out the door and threw the said lamp; a pretty dirty, dusty lamp at that to the nearest Zombie. Causing it to break in impact, for it to shatter and parts of the lamp to slightly be stuck to the Zombie's face.
The pale lifeless face of it gets decorated, some blood that has already dried to leak out. As it didn't seem to be affected by what Alexander did at all, not stopping it's approach to the sole human in this floor, groaning in doing so. [ "That... I-I should have expected that." ]
Cursing himself, he then grabbed the curtains and clothes below as he then threw about half of it into the crawling Zombie. Causing it to fully be envelope, a great distraction, especially because the Zombie looks weak, looks fragile, haven't known protein or sun for years now.
So, he then grabbed the rest of the cloths before then throwing it at the second Zombie which is slightly farther at the back. In doing so, he then grabbed his weapon and ran pass them, making sure to stomp their heads using his shoes in doing so.
Now thanks to the System, their name tags could be seen floating under those cloths, which would oftentimes wiggle, changing direction to chase Alexander who's already leisurely observing his surroundings, not that he isn't panicking at all, he is, which makes him turn around at the Zombies.
Sighting in relief in realizing they are slow as all hell, plus the covers, it made them even more slower. He felt grateful to whoever woman that apartment belongs to, especially because she has plenty of clothes that he just used to save his life.
If he did find out who that apartment belongs too, then in the future he needs to repay her something-something. Perhaps by saving her if she is still alive and breathing, but the chance of that is little to none at all, primarily because this is a rundown town after all.
[ 33 CIVILIANS LEFT ]
[ 32 CIVILIANS LEFT ]
[ 31 CIVILIANS LEFT ]
[ "What the hell is going on?" ] He watches carefully as the System notifies him, the survivors seemingly dropping from 34 to 31 that quick, in mere seconds which made him worry as all hell.
He wanted to cry, especially because he doesn't know what's going on outside, he just spawned in minutes ago, just pass his first hurdle and couldn't help but curse in how the people he needs to protect— people he doesn't know where to find in the first place, are dying left-and-right.
[ "This sucks..." ] Knowing the unfairness of the System, he let it go. As at the moment he needs to find a way out of here, or find resources that he could use to sustain himself, or to protect himself.
In this floor alone there is about 8 apartments. He spawned in the farthest corner on the left, let's label that room Room No. 7, you see the room in front of that is locked, seemingly stuck.
Room 5 and 6 on the other hand seems ransacked, nothing useful in sight, as he now tries to open the remaining apartment doors open, with seemingly not luck in sight. [ "Damn it just open!" ]
He is elbowing the door open, using all what remaining strength he has, but no matter what he does, the doors doesn't budge at all. So as a last resort, he laid his back on the door, his leg then trying to kick it open... With again, no results.
[ "T-the movies lied again." ] It either, the movies didn't lie and he is just weak, or he is doing it incorrectly. The forcefully opening of the doors at that. So in anger, he moved on, grabbing his weapon and cloths that he held tightly like a glove.
Seeing that there's no elevator in this apartment building, he cursed. But luckily there is a stairway at the end of the hall, which could lead him downstairs, to the other floors.
He looked behind him one last time, at the Zombies who seems vulnerable, easy to kill, contemplating if he should come back and kill them. To camp in this floor, or do this or do that, but ultimately relented didn't do that, as he moved on forward.
To level-up and gain more Credits, he needs to further the mission he was given and to explore the surroundings he was placed in.
His experience and Credits doesn't exist in hurting other monsters, or even killing them. So killing those 2 would be useless, and just be a waste of time, especially now when time is not on his side.
Moving to look at the stairway, he couldn't help but grumble. Especially because it is dark, but thankfully-thankfully, with the help of the System he could see the name tag of monsters or any living organisms nearby. And in the stairwell there isn't any at this moment, so he moved down.
Holding tightly on the railings, he as quietly as he could move down the stairs. Before then turning to go down further, seeing no creatures or Zombies in sight, he continued, even though he doesn't quite like the foul smell this place is immiting.
Or even the whole smell the building is immiting, as it reeks of corpse, blood, and some sorts of smell which is akin to that of expired food or something... No matter how much he covers his nose, the stench always comes and finds a way to reach his nose.
So even though he is gagging inside his mouth, he continued, hoping that his nose could adapt to the surroundings. Especially because his head is feeling dizzy, and his stomach is feeling groggy; never a good sign in the apocalypse.
About to continue moving forward, he then stopped when he noticed a bright red name tag appear below him, infront, which could only symbolize one thing— another Zombie.
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 4 ]
This one seemingly comes in the form of a child, as blood and decay shows all-around the young boy's body. He still wearing his uniform, though tattered, it reeks of blood and to his dismay, pee, causing the place to reek more of that foul smell.
About to contemplate if he should throw the kid outside of the window, or even punch him in the face, or stab him in the abdomen using his spear. Alexander who's in fear, but also hardened by repeatedly dying in gruesome manners, decided that.
[ "..." ] He should kick the small Zombie into the wall. And so he did, taking the opportunity at hand, the small Zombie smelt his scent and was about to turn to face him; with one eye in tact, the other gorged out. It wasn't able to get a closer look before then getting kick to the face.
[ "Die scum!" ] Venting out his anger, Alexander who's heavily dressed, could be seen jumping the young Zombie. Especially focused on hitting the young man in the head, his black shoes, one that he got stuck with due to him wearing it before getting kidnapped, it now apparently proved useful.
Finally because amongst the many respawns wherein he just died, wasn't able to use his shoes for running properly. Now the 8th incarnation of his shoes is now being used, not for running, but for attacking; beating a child to be specific.
A high schooler it seems, as he bashed the little twankers head to the wall even before it could react. Or even fight back, as he pinned to the wall using his "spear", stabbing it into the monster's torso.
After what felt like hours, Alexander was finally able to kill the Zombie... But to his surprise and somewhat expectation, no Credits was given to him, or even experience. As he is fueled on by both of those things, less so the latter.
The only sign that he did kill the Zombie was through the name tag of it, which was blood red, now having disappeared. Previously it dimmed, not it disappeared completely as its head exploded like a small type of watermelon;
A disgusting type of watermelon at that, or some sorts, as he averted his gaze from what he did. No matter what, the target that he did kill, though turned into mindless monster, is still a child...
Which made him sad; [ "Fuck..." ] Cursing at himself, he then looked at the floor below where he spawned at, at the hallway which seems to have about 3 more Zombies in it; one being a feline cat with its intestine on the floor, as it seemingly rest.
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 5 ]
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 4 ]
[ SCP-008-1 CAT LVL. 2 ]
Thanks to proximity, they seem to be far-away, about a hundred or so-feet away, which didn't disturb him from killing the Zombified child seconds ago. Now in having finished that task, he decides if he should move down the floor, or fo confront the Zombies in this floor.
[ "Not today." ] Ultimately deciding to get a move-on, especially because they haven't picked up his scent yet, or even noticed him, as they seemingly faces the wall; in the cat's case, sleeping... Or similar to that.
Especially the cat, because he doesn't want to mess with that. He once owned a stray cat, turned civiliazed. That thing is fast, that thing hunts rats and cockroaches for the fun of it, not killing them quick, but torturing them... For the fun of it.
In the case of him, he doesn't even know if he is the owner of the cat, or if the cat owns him. That is just how freaky cats are— sadly he died years back, bless his soul, may he hunt devil rats and ghost cockroaches in Hell; or the cat equivalent of that.
So no way in hell would he fight a cat— a Zombified Cat with little resources he has. Especially because he doesn't have any superpowers in this unnatural monster filled place. Or any proper close combat type of weapon... or a gun.
Rule No. 6: NEVER FUCK WITH A ZOMBIFIED CAT OR FELINE, AVOID AT ALL COST.
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