"Come on, Sergei, you are not an animal. Don't you have any ounce of willpower?! Are you a human or a pig?" Upon witnessing such an erotic scene, the lonely man tried to convince himself not to act on his instincts, but something must've gone wrong…
"You are truly a pig, my friend…" Uttered the spineless horndog, when he realized that he was already halfway to Alice.
"Boss?!" Alice exclaimed, when someone's strong hands suddenly hugged her from behind. "I don't mind…" she said shyly and guided his hands to her breasts. The man was so turned on, he took her right there in the pond.
Fifteen minutes later the girl limped away to prepare some breakfast, while Sergei started his morning exercises.
He was thirty and thus it was essential to him to keep his body fit, so it wouldn't fail him in times of need. At his age, any sudden movement without stretching first could lead to unfortunate consequences… For some reason, he didn't count the years he spent in the pod… to him they flew by in a flash… But he was officially thirty two.
After some breakfast, Sergei gathered his things and returned to the real world. Of course after thoroughly examining his surroundings through the camera! The second entrance with the "SOS" sign on the window was waiting for him. He managed to reach the fourth floor without encountering any zombies, but all of the apartments were already ransacked. Only one door was closed on the fourth floor and only because it was made out of metal.
Knock knock knock! He knocked on the metal door.
(fr) "Who's there?" He heard a young woman's voice from behind the door.
(eng) "Do you speak English?"
"Yes, yes I do! Please, help me!" The door opened and a petite innocent looking blonde girl appeared in front of him. She was gorgeous! Beautiful face and fantastic figure!
"My sister needs help! Please come with me!" She quickly grabbed his hand and dragged him into the apartment before he could say anything.
The beauty led him to a big room down the hallway and on his way he also noticed two closed doors. Upon entering the room he was greeted by a gun pointed at his face by a man who was previously hiding behind the door.
"Ha ha ha! Another loser fell under your spell Snow White!" The man laughed.
"It's a skill not a spell! Agh, finally some fresh meat! I thought I was gonna starve to death! Such a pity it's a man though, men's meat is quite tough…" The beauty said while rubbing her growling stomach and licked her lips as if already feeling Sergei's taste on her tongue.
"It was an easy catch!" A fat curly man came out of one of the previously closed rooms with a thirty or so looking axe-wielding woman walking beside him.
(rus) "Ah, this is so predictable… Let's have some fun, shall we?" Sergei exclaimed with a smile and disappeared, or returned to his haven.
"What the…! He's a system user, he probably could turn invisible! Find him and kill him!" The man with a gun shouted. Everyone started waving their hands around, in hopes of locating the invisible man.
"What the fuck! Where is he?" The cannibals blocked all the doors and searched the apartment… But never found "the invisible man".
"One gun, an axe and two knives… and there'll be no need to rent a gun after all, ha! I will show you bastards that I'm not one to be toyed with!" Sergei picked up his sword with a cruel smile on his face and started waiting for the right moment. When the moment came, he reappeared in the real world right behind the man with a gun.
One quick strike and the bastard's head fell onto the floor. He quickly picked up the gun and shot the pair that appeared upon hearing a noise. One shot, two… The thirty something woman collapsed on the ground with a gaping wound in her neck, while the curly man fell face down on the floor - a new ventilation hole appeared in his head.
The bleeding woman got on her knees, while wheezing and choking on her blood and looked at Sergei with horror filled eyes that begged him mercy, but… one strike and her head rolled on the floor, joining the other severed head nearby.
"And the last one… where you might be?!" Sergei never finished his thought as the now naked blonde suddenly strolled into the room.
"Did you really kill them? Thank you!" She uttered, with a river of tears streaming down her face.
"They forced me… You saved me and now I'm yours, you can even…" The girl made an embarrassed face, but he didn't let her finish.
"Mmm, no, I don't think so…" Sergei shook his head and pulled the trigger making a new hole in the girl's head.
The last thing the girl felt before she died was disbelief - she was the leader of their small group and it wasn't the first time when she suffered a failure. She'd usually seduce the victor then kill him or just run away. Then she'd create a new gang that would rob, kill and then eat people. Who would have thought that such an innocent looking beauty was in fact a psychotic cannibal?
"Weeell, one might say that I did the world a favor," Sergei said with a smile and began searching the apartment.
In one of the rooms he found a body in an iron tub with missing chunks of flesh and near it stood a pot filled with meat soup… The body was obviously stale as it reeked of rotten.
The second room happened to be a shared bedroom and in the third Sergei finally found provisions and some useful items. Ropes, knives, axes, some useful equipment and more!
"The stolen goods are being stolen again! Like good old times heh… Get your head out of the clouds, Sergei! The room won't loot itself!"
Upon searching the room, our marauder found some water - about forty liters, ten liters of gasoline and a twenty liter canister of diesel oil. He also found a bunch of good quality clothes, both male and female.
"Ts, what a pity, she was so beautiful…" Said our marauder slash killer, throwing the last look at the dead blonde girl before leaving the apartment.
After collecting everything useful, our marauder rushed to the last entrance, but that part of the building was already looted - but only by the standards of regular marauders… Our Sergei was a marauder of the highest level and only ever left bare walls in his wake!
Upon finishing ransacking the poor building, our warrior of justice and part-time cannibal slayer and the killer of blondes in one person, headed to the Louvre. He got rid of three zombies that appeared overnight near the neighboring building. Free xp and coins!
But the way ahead turned out to be much harder. He constantly kept stumbling upon big groups of zombies that were wandering around that area. The biggest group consisted of almost ten thousand zombies! However he was sure that even that big of a horde wouldn't be able to harm the camp - they had a lot of machine-guns and military equipment, but most importantly, they had a lot of soldiers.
"I'm curious though, how long has it been since the beginning of this hell?" He wondered out loud while sneaking through the side streets. He never really learned when the apocalypse started.
He was forced to take detours in order to avoid the hordes of the undead. However, on the plus side, he found several interesting places to loot.
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"The camp of the murderous ghouls, here I come!" Sergei whispered upon approaching the closest checkpoint.
(fr) "Halt! Purpose of visit?" The weird looking man was once again stopped at the checkpoint.
(eng) "I'm a foreigner, is it really that hard to remember? Just like last time - trade, sleep, boobs."
(eng) "Do you have any weapons?" The officer asked giving Sergei a once over, he was still dressed in yellow pants and pink shirt, even though there were now some nice clothes in his wardrobe! Maybe not actually in his wardrobe, but somewhere in that huge pile of loot for sure… Basically, he was hardly likely to ever find those clothes… Or in other words, he was hardly likely to find those clothes on his own…
"Only this one." He nodded at the bloody sword that was hanging from his waist.
"The system user! Makes sense, but I still need to check your backpack." Sergei opened his backpack - there were four bottles of water, a kilo of potatoes and other small things.
"All clear, you can pass through. Next!" The officer turned to the teenagers waiting in the line behind Sergei. Our hero on his part just calmly passed through.
"No fee this time? Never thought I would find an honest cop around here… Ha, that even sounds ridiculous," the man laughed, but then suddenly stopped.
"What am I even doing here?" He asked himself after a few seconds of silence and scratched the back of his head. He believed that it was easier to think that way.
"Right! Professor Ca… or was it Cu… Fuck! I forgot his name! I need to find those boys, they probably know this place like the backs of their hands. But I never asked their names… Crap… I'm an idiot… Although… For a potato people will tell me everything I need and find anyone I want!" While the fashionista was thinking up a canning and devious plan, a familiar voice spoke from somewhere behind…
(fr) "This is robbery! You can't do this!" There at the checkpoint stood two brothers that Sergei was just thinking about. The older one was arguing loudly with the officer.
(fr) "Weapons are not allowed inside the camp, it will be confiscated!" The officer shouted angrily.
(fr) "Then give it back! We'll sell it to someone else!" The boy shouted and tried to take back an old looking pistol.
(fr) "Arming marauders and criminals! It's a crime, arrest them!" Shouted the officer who turned bright red from anger.
(fr) "What? Are you insane?"
"Boys! There they are! It looks like they are in trouble… But that's even better…" After saying that, Sergei went closer to the source of the yelling.
(eng) "What is the problem, my friends?" Sergei appeared the moment police officers subdued the boys.
(eng) "The foreign system user?" The officer asked, giving Sergei a look.
(eng) "These two are my friends. Is there something I can do to resolve this conflict peacefully?"
"I don't think so! They tried to sneak a weapon inside the camp!" Uncompromisingly answered the officer.
"Well you could just buy it from them. If you begin confiscating the loot, who's ever gonna sell weapons to the camp?"
"We don't need that junk, the army and the police are well armed! This will only end up in the hands of criminals!"
"But you do rent out guns, don't you? It seems highly unlikely that you rent out army or police weapons," Sergei said with an innocent expression on his face. "How about this. You keep the pistol and let them go, and I'll give you one kilo of food and a can of spam as a compensation for moral damage?" The officers who were holding down the boys really liked that idea. Just like their captain did, but he made a serious expression, as if that decision wasn't easy for him to make.
"Fine, but if it happens again they're going to spend the rest of their lives as a zombie bait," the officer answered with a hard voice.
"Huh, you think there'll be other idiots who'd ever bring a weapon to the Louvre after what happened?" Sergei said with a laugh and took a bag of potatoes and a can of spam that he previously summoned from the haven out of his backpack. The second the "compensation" was received the brothers were immediately released.
"Thank you! I think we die!" The younger boy exclaimed, his English was still bad.
"Let's go. I need your help to find someone." Sergei stopped his exclaims with a wave of his hand and headed towards the camp.
(fr) "Brother, what did he say?"
(fr) "He's asking us to find someone."
(fr) "Who?"
(fr) "He didn't say…"
"We help. Who find?"
"His name starts with C," Sergei said and elaborated with a serious face. "He was trying to develop a vaccine…"
"Vaccine?" The younger brother began to think.
(fr) "Gautier, do you know someone who's name starts with a C? He researched the vaccine?"
(fr) "No, but I know professor Mark Curie, everyone calls him "old Mark".
(fr) "So he's looking for old Mark! I wonder, what does he need him for…"
"Yes we know him!"
"Great! Lead the way," Sergei happily said, but in about three minutes when he finally reached the place, his happiness grew dim. A half-dead old man was lying in an ancient looking tent. He's been starving for a long time, so he looked like a mummy and his body showed signs of beating. It looked like his food, or should we even call that disgusting swill a food, was regularly taken from him and if he refused, the bullies would give him a good beating.
(fr) "Old Mark! Shit, he fainted from hunger!" Gautier shouted upon rushing to the old man's side and taking a closer look at his condition. It wasn't his first time seeing something like this, so he knew how to read the symptoms and even could provide first aid.
"Fuck… Okay, he's alive at least… Here feed this to him and eat yourselves and wait until I get back." Sergei took out a boiled potato and a bottle of water. Then he went to the market where he sold ten kilos of food for a hundred and fifty 9mm bullets. He was a happy owner of a good gun, after all! But he didn't have much bullets…
"How is he?" Sergei asked, upon returning to the old man's tent.
"Bad… He have bad malnutrition," replied the younger brother.
"I understand, pack his and your things. We are leaving this camp for someplace safe."
"But…"
"You want to stay in this cesspool?" The foreigner asked with confusion.
"I need talk brother."
The man waved his hand at him and started going through the old Mark's junk. There were a lot of books, folders with documents and some personal items. He didn't have an opportunity to discreetly teleport to his haven so he had to carefully pack everything. Sergei decided to leave the tent - he recently found a few good quality field tents! And that piece of shit could be easily burned…
At the time Sergei has finished, brothers appeared with two big backpacks behind their backs. It looked like they made up their minds.
"Okay, take the old man and his stuff. What? How am I supposed to defend you from the zombies if I am to carry all this?" Sergei asked with astonishment, upon seeing a surprised expression on the younger one's face. Eventually, the younger brother took Mark's things, while his older brother carried Mark himself. He was quite heavy but thankfully both of them were used to hard work. And they were going to reeeeally need that in the near future…
"Look! He's taking three more." One of the officers pointed out, he was the one who saw Sergei leading Alice and her son out of the camp yesterday.
"Should I report this?" Asked his subordinate whose face resembled a pig's snout.
"Yes. I have no idea what would he need that half-dead old man for, but two scavengers are a valuable resource. Send someone to covertly track them."
"Yes, chief!" The pig-like officer saluted jumping from his seat and started talking to someone on his radio. Meanwhile the weird foreigner led the brothers to his favorite part of the barricade.
"Hm, stay here. I'll deal with those weaklings and come back for you." Said the confident zombie slayer, looking at the small group of zombies wandering around on the other side of the barricade. He picked up a stone and threw it in some distance from the barricade - the zombies weren't that smart so they rushed to the source of the noise.
But Sergei involuntarily made some noise while descending the barricade and all those undead bastards rushed back towards him.
"Hey, it's not fair! Be real men and let's fight one-on-one," Sergei shouted, but the zombies ignored him - they had no honor.
"Should I just shoot them… Nah, too expensive…"
Zombies walked at the same pace, they didn't run or limp, they just walked. And it pissed Sergei off! If they walked at different speeds he could've killed them one by one.
"Damn it! If you bite me I'm gonna take out my gun and blow your brains out!" He growled and cut one zombie's head off with a swing of his sword, but jumped to the side right after that, because the other deadman's hands reached out to grab him.
"Keep your hands off me, you skank!" The man in a pink shirt shouted, cutting off a hand of a zombie that nearly grabbed him. Sergei increased the distance between them and got ready for attack - he skillfully cut off two heads and increased the distance once again.
"Just lay down and allow me to kill you! Why are you doing this? You are already dead, think of the living!" Said the no longer confident zombie slayer, trying to convince them to give up, but they were deaf to his pleas and only grunted and growled at him.
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Somehow Sergei safely managed to kill off the group of eleven zombies. He was truly exhausted and was drenched in sweat, he even almost got bitten a few times. Of course he had the vaccine, but that didn't make losing a chunk of flesh any less painful…
"It's all clear, guys, come over here." Sergei shouted over the barricade and started collecting his loot. He received fourteen coins and one egg.
(rus) "Yay, an egg!" He quickly unwrapped the egg, almost inhaled the delicious chocolate and opened his reward. He received a pair of leather gloves that gave +2 to dexterity.
(rus) "Woah! It's a set! I wish I had a jacket and a pair of pants like these. Plus 2 to dexterity! Awesome!"
(fr) "Brother look! He killed eleven zombies all by himself!" The younger teen whispered in amazement.
(fr) "Of course, he's a system user, he's probably a high-level one as well. I heard that the high-level users can kill hundreds of zombies in one blow."
(fr) "Yeah right…"
Sergei led the brothers through the city to the abandoned building he visited a few days ago. On his way he eliminated two more zombies, but got only one coin.
(rus) "Greedy bastards…" Sergei uttered under his breath, while exiting the building and looking at the brothers.
"Hurry up and get inside, I wanna go home."
"Your base here?" The younger boy asked with suspicion.
"Don't ask stupid questions - of course it's not here. Just come inside, damn it! I'm tired, I almost died a while ago! I want to eat and some affection!"
The man and the teenagers entered the building, Sergei led them to the second floor into one of the apartments, locked the door and looked at the brothers. Upon seeing his serious gaze the older brother gulped from nervousness. When he first saw Sergei he was absolutely naked and now he was dressed like a gay person… He led them into an abandoned building and locked the door… He also mentioned that he wanted some affection…
"Agree with the rules and we'll finally be able to relax," he spoke out tiredly and waved his hand. A system message appeared in front of the teenagers' faces.
YOU RECEIVED AN OFFER TO BECOME A RESIDENT OF THE DIMENSIONAL HAVEN. PLEASE READ THE RULES OF THE HAVEN. IF YOU AGREE WITH THEM, YOU WILL BE IMMEDIATELY TRANSFERRED INTO THE HAVEN UPON SAYING "I AGREE". HOWEVER DO KEEP IN MIND THAT THE OWNER OF THE HAVEN IS ITS KING AND GOD.
AS THE HAVEN'S RESIDENT YOU ARE ENTITLED TO HAVE:
•PLACE TO LIVE
•FOOD
•PROTECTION
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO:
•TOUCH YOUR BOSS' BELONGINGS
•ANTAGONIZE OTHER SURVIVORS
•CAUSE HARM TO THE HAVEN
•CANCEL THIS CONTRACT
YOU ARE REQUIRED TO:
•OBEY YOUR BOSS' COMMANDS
ADDENDUM:
•THIS CONTRACTS CAN BE CHANGED ANY MOMENT
•YOU CAN LEAVE THE HAVEN ONLY WITH YOUR BOSS' HELP
•UPON AGREEING WITH THE RULES, YOU'LL BE IMMEDIATELY TRANSFERRED TO THE HAVEN.
"It's my special skill you idiots, stop being stupid." Sergei was starting to feel annoyed by the reaction of people who saw the offer to become his slaves-employees for the first time…
(fr) "Brother, he says it's his skill. Are we accepting?"
(fr) "It says we will have food and a place to live and also protection… It's much better than staying in the Louvre."
(fr) "Yeah, but these are some slave-like conditions…"
(fr) "We were in the slavery all this time but we had no food or protection."
The brothers agreed and upon confirmation of the contract were teleported to the haven. They appeared beside the huge pile of loot.
(eng) "Newcomers?" Two brothers heard a sweet female voice and turned around.
(fr) "I saw her in the Louvre she was among the starving people," the younger brother whispered quietly.
(fr) "Yeah but look at her now - she doesn't look like she's starving…" The older teen stated with confidence while observing Alice.
(fr) "She looks thousand times better! She's almost glowing!"
(eng) "Yeah, they're new, you can leave all the hard work to them," Sergei said with a yawn. He was really tired, both physically and emotionally.
"I've already planted the new field with potatoes so the only thing left to do is to sort through that mountain of stuff." Alice pointed at the mountain of loot.
"Great. Give them something to eat and let them rest a little before starting. I'll go get some sleep. And one more thing, take care of the old man, I need him for something important."
"Okay, Boss."