At the center of this apocalyptic city overrun by the undead, lies a few survivors that were able to outlast everyone else. This world that housed humans, animals, and vegetation, would bring the arrival of the undead known by their names as zombies!!? Corpses that walk the realm of the living monsters that eat and hunted humans, these creatures were widely popularized in many hit movies. To think there will come a day when it will come to be a reality
"Help somebody please help me!!!" Cornered at a dead end along with her only exit that she previously chose to escape, the infected ran to her location before her fate was sealed to become one of their own. Whilst this was occurring Leo was idly gazing at their location with a monocular he found lying on the body of a dead soldier
'Visions check, inability to feel any remorse check, it looks like my body gained something new whilst losing some parts of my old body. The infection was rather a peculiar occurrence, instead of my whole body rotting as I continue to speak. It's being maintained by the virus, along with my body closing off its wounded areas, my left foot is nothing but bones. The areas I got bitten on and the parts of my body that got torn apart have some sort of blockade that appeared out of nowhere,'
"Graaghrggg(Guess my voice is gone)?" He tried to open his mouth to utter even the simplest words he could imagine which resulted in a growl. Without anything left for him to do inside the gymnasium, he slowly took his time to learn more about his predicament instead of rushing his escape. Why would he even run in the first place when all of the ones that were left were a bunch of mindless walking corpse
'Inability to speak check, even with my lack of emotions I don't think I'll be sad when I woke up in the morning to find myself as a walking corpse. I never had any loved ones, I rarely talked to my classmates and I was an orphan by the time I could speak. Lifeless, but walking around, growling in the morning accompanied by an expressionless face. Now that I think about it, an introvert and a zombie have a lot of things in common, the only difference between the two is that zombies tend to go outside. Who knows in this second life of mine I might even become an extrovert,'
He picks up his phone to write his newly created notes on his findings after he used all of the time he had to observe the zombies within his surroundings at a safer distance. Where he wouldn't be spotted and his life was to end by a bullet that will pierce through his skull and take his life without a doubt
[Daily logs: Please select a name for the noted topic. Please wait for a moment, the chosen name is being processed, and the process is completed. The title shall be known as Survival Guide]
[The first topic is zombies:
Origin: A mysterious virus that has its origins unknown even to the government they kept this hidden from the public in hopes of preventing any kind of panic. Before it spread throughout the world like wildfire, it was just a mere disease that was comparable to the flu which drastically change over time. Changing and evolving into a plague that turns people into the walking dead
Abilities:
Preservation: A unique ability that created a mysterious blockade fluid that hardens over time. Its color differentiate to match its surroundings
Limiter: They have no such limits on stamina, strength, and lastly durability. It's commonly known that the human body lessens the power the body can use to prevent any kind of self-inflicted pain. A life form that has no such thing as a sense of pain makes them more powerful than an average person
Inability:
Sense of pain: The nerves will slowly start to rot as soon as the infection has begun, the ones that were able to resist the temptations. They will start to feel their bodies losing their sense of pain making them more adept in combat. Might be seen as pros but the downside of this ability is that the undead wouldn't feel their bodies being shredded
Emotionless: They will begin to slowly lose their ability to feel any sort of emotions, making it easier for them to accept their thirst
Exhaustion: The undead have no such need to rest their bodies, the only reason why their movements are slower. The only way to regain their strength is by filling their stomaches
Hunger: The undead will slowly acquire the taste for blood along with the appetite for them to kill off their kind]
After he took note of his research from his observation he went back to the gymnasium being it the only place where there weren't a ton of zombies lying around. He found himself staring at the rooftop with a blank expression, his body, life, and the situation in the world would change overnight. It felt like a dream that he couldn't believe and yet he agreed to his newly gained life, world, and situation without any uneasiness
"Grrhh!!!"
'It's pointless, my body is completely different from the survivors, and I'm unable to speak with my tongue. Probably the most fucked up moment in my entire life, im hungry all the time whilst the other senses of my body have long perished after I fully turned. Sigh, even though I don't have any emotions this scenery is looking pretty hopeless, the only good thing I've found so far is that cancel culture has died along with the people,'
Useless as it may be he closed his eyes even knowing that his body doesn't have any kind of ability like a normal person's. Along with a knife in his left hand that he acquired from the cafeteria to use as a means of fending off a survivor that tries to kill him in his moment of silence. With most of his abilities as a human being, one of those said abilities was able to catch his attention, having not eaten anyone for a day or two. He felt an addictive thirst for blood followed by a sweet scent that made him recall his favorite food, even with his consciousness intact he was able to fight his urges
"Graahhh(Where the hell is that sweet scent coming from? I can't hold back any more than I could take, I want food this body of mine yearns for meat!!!)," He was in a frenzied state after the aromatic odor would tease his perfectly preserved rotten body. For the very first time, hes instinct as an undead would take control that not even his sanity was enough to bear its weight
Making him run to the scene where the odor would grow stronger and stronger with the knife in his hand. Displaying superhuman speed and a heightened sense of smell he found himself at the entrance of a room wherein a huge pile of corpse that has the same smell as his body was torn to pieces. The entrance of the room is painted with blood warm and fresh out of the human body, once he enters the room to his surprise it looked normal as it can be
"Graaaaggh(Show yourselves I can smell it, blood fresh one at that. Where are you hiding!!?)," Out of nowhere, he was suddenly sent flying through the walls of the room with an arrival of a mysterious being. It smells like a corpse, yet its body was completely different from a human being, he doesn't know why but his body could sense fear at the moment he laid his eyes on the monster. Instead of staying at his place, he moved before an attack was launched at his body, he countered by stabbing its tentacle-like weapon that sends the beast screaming in pain
*Gryaaaaa!!?*
He didn't know whether he dealt a powerful blow or was it only a scream out of irritation at his resistance. After it was able to reclaim its cool, it launch a few more tentacles at his location, even with a single one of those things that could break every bone of his body. Making him unable to flail, with just a single push from a tentacle could already overwhelm his body, he didn't take the chance and avoided them at all causes. With the flashlight, he brought he was able to catch a glimpse of the monster along with the trajectory of its attack
"Graah(Your mine now, hand over that corpse!!!)," Just when he was able to escape the attacks that were sent on his body, he heard a gushing sound that came from his left along with the sound of a metallic item falling to the ground. One of the tentacles was able to reposition its attacks in his blindspot, his attacks were all for naught when he suffered a lethal injury paired with his opponent that pushed his body back. Landing it on another wall where he heard a few of his bones to have cracked
He tried to run but the doors around them were filled with the undead that blocked his only escape from the room that was keeping this monster at bay. With only one hand left and his body slowly loses its momentum once its balance was broken down by the impact he received
'This is how my second life will end? I gotta say wasn't expecting to meet this kind of end, this thing before me must've been a mutated zombie. With its strength and abilities along with its peculiar shape, I don't stand a chance of winning this match. Those idiots blocked my exit, well if it's like this then I'll just have to kill it, do or die whether I fail to do so or I succeeded, im not the type of person that wants to leave any kind of regrets,'
Left with nothing more than a fatal death upon his first day as a zombie he didn't run and even as far as picking his knife to fight the monster before him. He clashed with every remaining strength that he could place within his body, partying with every tentacle that came his way. He countered by slashing them apart, no matter how hard it could hit, it was just an extension of the mutated zombie. Only a mere flesh that he can cut as long as he places the required amount of strength and perfectly strikes his target
*Gyaaah*
He was unable to keep his focus on the main body, he was busy tending to the tentacles that he wasn't able to land a finishing blow on its main body. Leaving him impaled through the chest with the arm of his opponent, the battle was already decided if not for his calculated choices. The tentacles were damaged to the point where it was unable to heed the commands of its owners alongside the distance he was aiming to acquire
The mutated zombie was unable to react in time and had its head pierced by his knife pushing it back. Making it possible for him to reach into its neck and he released all of what was left of his strength that snapped its head from its body. Making the victor be none other than an undead individual known by the name Leo Cross, that was able to use his knowledge as a means to predict the flow of battle