Using a broken wood from his cupboard from the earthquake, Garret Morte quickly made a makeshift spear. He was quite athletic, behind the baggy sweater shirt was chiseled muscles from his work in a smithy. He then used the TV cord, tying it across the room. He had to act fast as he could hear more footsteps joining in from behind.
"Damn this stupid day." he mumbled under his breath as he wrapped a t-shirt on his arm and a couple of scarfs on his neck.
"Those nights of zombie movies and video games really paid off huh," he chuckled. "Now the moment of truth."
He slowly removed the things blocking the way, slowly revealing the door or what remained of the door. He could already see their grotesque figures, a distorted face, bloated and pale as quicklime filled the view. The jaw hung slack revealing broken tombstone teeth smeared with blood, and a perpetual growl vibrated through the cracked lips.
As the last of the barriers fell, the non-existent door gave way to the relentless hungries. The first one was quickly tripped and fell down but the trap soon became entirely useless as the remaining three used their fellow's bodies as a bridge
"Damn these ugly puppets" Garret cursed. As he almost hurled his lunch. Placing the makeshift spear in front of him or rather attempting to stab the zombie with it. The poor bastard who had set his eyes on the yummy treat found himself stabbed right through the heart. A pity though zombies did have a heart. The adrenaline had gotten in his head he had forgotten that a zombie's weakness was in its head and he was about to pay for that dearly. The fourth zombie crashed on to him biting off a chunk of cloth he had wrapped on his hands. Apparently these slow bastards were very strong. Instinctively, he stabbed and his kitchen knife went right through the bastards' head
"You have received…"
Quickly regaining his bearings and ignoring the purple flash and the message in his head he prepared to deal with the remaining foes he quickly stabbed the three zombies on the floor with the ranged makeshift spear
"You have slain..."
"You have slain..."
"You have received…"
"You have received…"
"You have received…"
As he watched the final zombie growling between the clenched and rotting teeth" I feel stronger and faster." With his increased strength which he assumed was adrenaline he threw the spear with all his strength impaling the creature.
"You have received…"
"That mysterious voice again," he though. He wobbled, his legs having ran out of strength, his whole body hurt but he knew he had to get out of the dormitory. But first…
"You have slain a level two zombie...you have received strength+4 stamina+5
"You have slain a level two zombie...you have received strength+4 stamina+5...
"So they were all level two and yet they almost killed me. what's the maximum level are there level 50 or even 100 out there" but he didn't dare think further as the thought of fighting such a harrowing foe scared the shit out of him
Hmmh a scroll and an orange orb
"What are these things" and instinctively, he stared at the black scroll with golden edges and clenched his fist and the scroll just vanished. Before he could have a panic attack the voice that announced the descend of this hell sounded in his mind as if calming him.
"You have received the mythical skill darkness manipulation.
Darkness manipulation lv 1…...Darkness obeys you"