[Save the Yakuza leader and his gang members. Reward: unlock level cap 10!]
The system before indicated that my level would not go until I complete a specific quest. But I did not imagine that the mission would appear when my mind doubted my decision the most.
It was like what I foresaw before. If I saved this man and his people from this horde, I would risk those two siblings and myself in danger. But if I let this yakuza die, I would blame that death on myself.
No matter how hard I tried to neglect the yakuza, I remained as an eighteen-year-old student. And that late teen had no fighting experience or any significant event that had happened in my life.
If I could include having a girlfriend around my youthful age, that would be a perfect achievement. But that title would not help me in this apocalypse.
"How many bullets do I have…." I murmured, while inspecting my handgun clipped in my hands. "Fuck! I should've bought more magazines if I remembered!.... Did the dead policemen have any clips? Fuck, I don't know."
Unfortunately, I only had twelve rounds of bullets that I could use to save the yakuza. And I did not collect any spare before I got this gun. Thanks to the blunder, I needed to protect the yakuza with the remaining shells inside my gun.
"Well, at least I have bullets. It could be worse, right?.... Did I just jinx myself?" I thought, while reloading what's left with my firearm.
But before I could even rush forward, I needed something to bash the zombies with. It could be anything, since I still wanted to reserve my bullets. I will never know when I could use them, especially in these crucial times.
I looked around and spotted a frying pan used by the yakuza before. Since their melee weapons had finally run out, they stole inside the department store. There were only two frying pans left in front of me, with the two yakuza lying beside it.
I scooched over to the side, knelt, and grabbed myself two frying pans. I had two arms, for god's sake, and it would be a waste to leave this frying pan in the open. And besides, I already wasted my opportunity on snatching some bullets and guns from before.
Now was not the time to act prudently for this fight. I needed to use everything I could to battle against these zombies.
"Man, this reminds me of playing left four dead! How could I not be in a zombie apocalypse without a frying pan!" I exclaimed, while swinging the skillet's handle with my hands.
(Author's note: Left four dead is one of the popular zombie games right now.)
After playing with my weapon, I re-focused my thoughts towards the scene.
I returned my view at the scene and deduced that I won't make it on time to save the yakuza. If I planned on helping the yakuza group, I would need over twelve bullets against those zombies. And besides those regular running zombies, there were flying insects and spiders hunting their figures.
All of those would kill any humans standing in their way.
"Fuck…. I need any kind of transportation to reach that place!" I gasped, while looking around for anything I could find. "Wait a minute…. This is a department store too… Then that means….."
After scavenging for a few seconds, my eyes caught a gigantic wheel that could carry more than five people inside. I didn't even know that these bad boys could fit people inside.
But I needed to test it in the name of Science! Well, if this garbage could carry the weight of five people, we would walk our way to victory!
I turned around and went for the trolley used in supermarkets. It had the same shape but a unique design from the one I used from the previous stall. But compared to the one I used, this cart was wide enough to fill a couple of people inside.
My eyes gleamed upon witnessing such a four-legged vehicle out in the open. It was not something that could win me the game, but enough to save all of our asses. Although the system told me I cannot die, my brain told me otherwise. That psychological effect of getting my limbs crushed into pieces was not my cup of tea.
Minding nothing in the world, I charged straight towards the battlefield while pushing the trolley. It took me several seconds faster to arrive at that place than run the hell with my zombified feet. I didn't even have any shoes for zombies' sake, but that did not matter right now.
And I did all of that while gripping these two frying pans around my hands.
After arriving near the gang, the leader immediately spotted my presence. He tried aiming his gun in my direction but ceased pulling the trigger from his hand. That man tilted his head as soon as he heard my daffy voice.
"Move out of the way, zombies! Run away from my papa!" I shouted, while still inside the cart.
I used the trolley to slam it against the swarm of zombies heading towards the other yakuza. There were two yakuza that I saved from the horde of living dead. Not the gang's leader, but the members involved.
Upon landing on the ground, I swung my frying pan back and forth at the marching zombies. The yakuza fell on the ground as soon as he saw me fighting against the undead creatures, protecting his life. That hoodlum did not believe his eyes when he witnessed such a strange zombie siding with their gang.
But instead of helping me, the man ran towards his leader to report everything that was happening. That bloke might have included my existence to their leader, considering that there was a zombie that helped him live.
However, the unfortunate event did not end there. Something horrible happened to the other yakuza members that my trolley did not hit. Those gang members had already run out of bullets. They had been using those guns even before I arrived at the scene. The yakuza members also forced themselves to push back the zombies using some trays and their bare fists out of their way.
As I glanced at the other side, ten yakuza died from the horde while protecting their leader. They jumped towards their boss and shielded him from those zombies and insects crashing against him. Upon dying from the undead's hands, all of them shouted these words.
"WE BELIEVE IN YOU, OYABUN!"
I juggled my brains and recognized the meaning behind those words. Oyabun meant as a parent status of that gang, while the leader would call his members child or apprentices.
The leader wanted to shed a tear but couldn't, since he wanted to maintain his stern face. He couldn't help but watch his men die to save him. I could assume that the yakuza members trusted this man more than anything in their lives. They must have been through a lot to perform such sacrifice for their leader.
I did not know what happened to their group. And judging them won't bring me any good deeds.
After a few moments, I assumed he retracted his emotional state and tried focusing his thoughts on this problem. He tried shielding his eyes, using his shoulders from the remaining yakuza members surrounding him. But those emotions did not flee from my eyesight.
The leader refused to give up and continued brawling against the zombies. We still had to deal with these zombies infinitely approaching in our direction.
Within a few seconds, the man I saved finally reached the leader's direction and whispered in his ear. That boss, which the yakuza members called him Oyabun, glared into my eyes. I met his eyes for a few seconds and continued fending off these pesky zombies away from the group.
"By now, you should probably know that I'm on your side!" I thought, while getting my hands chopped off by the zombie in front of me.
No matter how many weapons I had in my hands, I could still lose my battles. I only had my back, but these zombies moved like an army of ants. There was no way for me to fight them back with these pans alone.
But after a few seconds of banging my frying pans, my two skillets finally gave up. After using their purpose, my weapons got bent to the side and became unusable in slamming against zombies.
"Oh, no you won't! I won't let you die, piece of garbage! You came from IKEA, goddamit!" I yelled, and gave it a good 'ol kick in the ass.
Much to my surprise, my frying pans were still on the brink of recovering. It was thanks to my system that I could still reuse what was life from my skillets. But it wouldn't be a wise decision to use it abruptly for another match. I needed to wait for a few minutes to arm myself with these pans again.
I tried using my hands and pushed those zombies away. There were even some scenes where I pressed the zombies near a pointed glass. After doing that, I killed a few of them with that shard of glass.
However, my powers did not include super strength. Even though I couldn't die from the zombie's bites, my body couldn't push them away. There was a significant difference between our strengths that set us apart.
While I protected the group from these zombies, my ears caught the two yakuza's conversation. Even though I protected their arses, those bastards would still kill me as soon as the zombies pinned me on the ground…
"Shit... Well, that's just great!" I cursed, while slapping the zombie in front of me.