Craig's eyes widened in amazement at Clark's incredible speed and strength. He crouched on the ground, staring at Clark as he sheathed his knife. He glanced back at the zombies that were almost finished devouring Zoe, as if he had a sudden realization.
"Big brother, please, I beg you to save me. My girlfriend was eaten by the zombies, and I couldn't save her. Please, help me," Craig pleaded desperately, crawling towards Clark and falling to his knees. He appeared deeply saddened and even managed to squeeze out a few tears as he looked up at Clark with a pleading expression.
Clark remained silent, showing no interest in helping. He had no time for such matters and continued walking towards the group of zombies that were finishing their meal, unsure if they had any traces of "The Bloody Witch."
Craig slumped on the ground, somewhat relieved. He knew that this man was incredibly powerful, and it seemed like he had been saved.
"You damn bitch, you've at least died a valuable death," Craig thought to himself, with no trace of guilt in his heart.
As Clark entered the midst of the zombies, slashing through them with his blade like a tiger among sheep, Craig watched with a mixture of fear and awe. He had an idea, unlike the others Clark had encountered earlier. During his time trapped in the room, he had carefully read the few instructions provided in the post-apocalyptic game.
Combining that knowledge with the novels and movies he had seen, he had a rough idea that this world had changed drastically. There was no doubt that the outside was infested with zombies.
Seeing Clark's incredible strength, Craig knew he had to do everything he could to attach himself to this powerhouse, or else he had no confidence in surviving on his own.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud. Craig's eyes widened with fear as he watched Clark stomp on the last zombie's head as if he were crushing a watermelon.
"Um, sir, I don't know your name," Craig hurriedly stood up, taking off his coat and attempting to wipe the bloodstains off Clark's body.
Clark, still in a cold and silent demeanor, uttered a single word that sent shivers down Craig's spine. He had just activated his "Judgment Eye" to search for clues.
Two groups of zombies, and neither had any information about "The Bloody Witch." Typically, mutant zombies like her would bring some changes to the zombies around them. Was "The Bloody Witch" on a different floor downstairs, or was it possible that she hadn't mutated yet?
If it was the latter, it would undoubtedly disrupt Clark's plans. Killing zombies without mutations wouldn't allow him to level up.
Searching blindly for other mutant zombies within the city was suicidal. Without a higher level, he couldn't access the equipment in the hospital. It was a chain of dependencies that left no room for error.
At this moment, Augustus and the woman who had followed Clark from upstairs had also arrived on the eighth floor. Clark remained silent for a moment, looking at the three individuals with different expressions, and then slowly asked, "Have any of you seen a particularly unusual female zombie? Or is there any place with abnormal zombies?"
Hearing Clark's inquiry, Craig quickly spoke up, eager to be helpful. "Sir, there are many female zombies here. Could you please clarify what you mean by 'unusual'?"
Clark contemplated for a moment, but the truth was he didn't really know. "If I were to describe it as unusual, it might have some connection to the literal meaning of 'The Bloody Witch.'"
"[The Bloody Witch]?" Augustus and the others looked embarrassed; they couldn't understand what Clark was talking about. Craig was trying his best to think, but he couldn't come up with any information about [The Bloody Witch].
"This gentleman," Craig began nervously, "I've been staying in my room since the outbreak, and I haven't gone out. If you want to find something, I can help you. This building is quite large, and it wouldn't be convenient for you to search alone. I'm in decent physical shape and won't slow you down."
Then, Craig offered his player information to Clark, trying to show his usefulness.
"Player Information: Craig (Level 0)"
- Strength: 7
- Agility: 6
- Constitution: 6
- Willpower: 8
"Attributes are quite decent, even among ordinary people, they are considered above average."
"This big brother, may I ask how strong you are?" Craig thought of the strength Clark had just displayed, and his heart was burning. If he had such power, would he still need to despair of being trapped by zombies at the door?
"I saw your performance just now, it was really cool. With such strength, your attributes must be at least 11 points, right?"
Clark frowned slightly. Although Craig was flattering him subtly, he could tell that Craig was testing him. 10 points were the human limit, as stated in the attribute panel, and few people ever exceeded that.
Clark didn't speak, he was just preparing to go to the next floor. Craig noticed that Clark didn't respond and didn't care. He quickly followed Clark's footsteps.
"Big brother, Please let me join your team. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. I won't drag you down!"
Clark frowned slightly. join your team? Although Craig's attributes were decent and he seemed to be good at reading people, someone like him would indeed be more useful than an average person.
But he didn't plan to waste a slot on an ordinary person, especially since the missions of the Savior Team were restricted in this regard. As for schemes and nature, with the system's constraints, once someone joined the team, they wouldn't dare to scheme or betray him.
Craig saw that Clark didn't pay attention to his hint and clenched his fists. "Damn it, this guy in front of me must know how to enhance his strength! Find a way to get him to talk."
Not daring to show his intentions, Craig continued to follow Clark respectfully. Clark walked in the front, with Augustus following closely behind. The group descended the stairs one after another, and suddenly the dim corridor behind them twisted. Zoe, with her half-deformed face, stared blankly at the ceiling with a silent and bitter expression that went unnoticed by anyone.