"Die!!"
With a "swift" guard our hero barely managed to divert the blow to his forearm causing both parties to stagger and the attacker to panic.
'Shit! Wait!' Slowly raising his hands in a gesture of surrender the parties both looked at eacher one in confusion, one in hope.
"are.... are you y'know normal-ish?"
with a swift, but panicked, nod he quickly pointed towards the fallen zombie before them, with exaggerated movement's trying to convey peace between the two.
"ok, a zombie wouldn't dance especially not that horribly. you wouldn't try to eat me right?"
A nod quickly follows
"right ok come in but try anything funny and you join the one on the floor"
'thank the lord'
Quickly stepping over the corpse between them the two enter the building. Nothing is immediately noticeable except the loneliness one can feel in the air.
'do you have something to write with?" mimicking writing with a notepad. "uhh yea I think I got a booklet or something." The man quickly dissapears into the dimly lit house. A few minutes pass the zombie slowly tapping his foot impatienly.
"Sorry for the wait, uhh here." A roughly held together notebook and a pencil in his hands the zombie slowly begins to write the questions that has been plag-
"Hey what should I call you?"
...
'That is a good point uhmmm-'
"What about Z for y'know, you're a zombie"
'Whatever, it works Z it is.'
Scribbling down his answer he also continues with his questions
"What happened? why are there zombies everywhere and what year is it? also what's your name huh bub?"
"Oh my name's Matthew, also I have no idea what happened about a week ago it felt like the world shook then people started dying in droves, those that lived where left with this. No internet no cell service, power is failing, it's the end of the world" Tears began to well up in his eyes thinking back to the horrors he has witnessed. Friends and family dying the neighborhood being abandoned he was left behind.
"Hey snap out of it stay focused it's kill or be killed now we don't have the luxury to reminisce at this point in time" Z furiously tapped his pencil on the paper drawing the attention of the depressed man.
'Do you know anything weird thats going on other than the zombies?'
"What do you mean" wiping his tears away
'Try saying status'
"Huh? Do think this a game! People died and are dying, the world is en-"
'SAY STATUS' Repeatedly tapping on the message he quickly wrote
"Fine, Status! See not- WHAT THE HELL!!!"
'What does it say?'
"Uhh, it says I'm level one with no class and all my stats are around 5"
'Bullshit!' Z internally yells at himself for having such low stats.
'That still gives me info though'
With a quick note on the paper Z lays out his plans 'First we need to get stronger too survive through this. This staus thing is at least telling us that others can get stronger too, I'll go round up some zombies and bring them back here if you're worried about being bitten. If you're brave you can follow but I'd advise against it.' Pondering for a minute Matthew replies with a quick dismissal "are you kidding? that is too terrifying to go out there and hunt. I'll act as home base you can go and bring back incapacitated ones."
With a shrug Z exits the building. Before leaving the premises Z grabs the arm of the zombie on the floor and with a quick tug detaches it from the corpse. 'Any weapon is better than no weapon.'
What preceeded can be called utterly boring walking looking for zombies taking hourse of work to walk small distances.
[+2 Exp]
'Ok thats the fourth one, now I should bring back five for Matthew so he can level up at least once.' Grabbing and tearing at the clothes of the zombie he just killed creates strips of cloth to create a form of rope stashing them in his pockets. 'I need something sharp to cut the heads off. Don't need to pull them off that would be too messy.'
Picking up a small rock in the bed of the lawn Z is in, Z takes hold of the arm he's been lugging around with him and strips the muscle and flesh off the arm. Thanks to the rotten nature of the appendage the process is messy but quick.
'Lets see if this works' raising the rock above his head Z smashes the rock on the edge of the bone cracking and breaking the point of impact. 'Fuck, ok this will be harder than I thought.' Continuing using the ruined arm as practice Z gradually begins to lower his strength until he is able to chip the edges instead of breaking the bone outright. Grabbing ahold of the corpse beside him, Z stars pulling the leg off the zombie and begins again in stripping the flesh. Grabbing ahold of the disgusting femur Z proceeds to chip the edges to create a rudimentary blade. The process itself takes close to 3 hours until he is left with a chipped bone blade that is reminiscent of a machete.
[Crafted a basic Bone Blade]
'Huh? That's.... good to know that this is included, uhhh status"
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Name: Z
Race: Zombie
Lvl: 2 (8/20)
Str: 6
Agl: 3
Vit: 6
Int: 1
Lck: □□
Titles:
Abilities:
Equipment:
[Basic Bone Blade: A Crudely made blade made from a bone that has been chipped to created a sharp yet brittle edge.
Decay: The bone used for the blade is rotting slowly destroying the weapon itself in return has a chance to inflict poison damage on the target.]
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'Oh shit this thing is actually useful, Ok i need to do this more often maybe it can get stronger.' Using the newly aquired blade Z begins walking looking for more prey for Matthew and himself.
Finding a roaming zombie a block away from Matthew's safe house Z gets closer and makes a slice with the blade.
*khick*
The blade stops after nearly cutting through the spine of the zombie. Going limp Z pulls the blade free watching the zombie growl on the floor unable to move it's body.
'Ok this works.' Sawing throught the rest of the neck Z uses the strips of cloth as a rope tying it around the mouth of the zombie as a makeshift gag. 'Ok one down 4 more to go.'
After slaying 4 more zombies for himself and finding another 4 for Matthew Z begins heading home until he hears the sounds of a scuffle resounding through the streets. The gutteral growls of the dead and the slashing of flesh.
'Doesn't sound like a human is fighting. Let's see what it is.' Getting closer and closer to the fight Z enters a small community of large houses where the fight is taking place.
A group of zombie encircle an animal, it's speed quick enough to cause one's head to turn, seemingly a mutated form of cat. Large in size around waist height the cat is covered in black fur with grey stripes and it's face is adorned with sharp tusks and what seems to be a mane of shadows. The beast easily slashes through the horde surrounding it. Each slash taking down 3-4 zombies each the horde slowly dwindling while the beast continues to sustain injuries.
Watching from the side Z is slackjawed at the sight of this massacre . 'That thing must be a horribly high level. It's easily killing a few dozen zombies, Well not too easily it seems' When the last zombie is slayed the beast lay panting out of breath and injured. Looking around for more enemies it sees all it's foes slain, thanks to a quick reaction by Z. The beast begins to limp away going for a alley between two house. 'Let's leave this area alone for now even injured that thing can easily kill me'