Jamie knew that there would be zombies outside the safety wall. She found that the zombies were still roaming everywhere but the place where the people lived, they were safe places.
As she walked the streets, she slowly felt the change. There were no people here but the desolation here reminded her of her past.
She was alert.
She hadn't met any zombies yet.
As she walked further and further, she felt the change minutely. Her senses tingled, she knew they were here. Jamie hid and noticed two zombies walking normally.
Unlike the slow ones she knew, these were almost normal. But their eyes were red and had a lifeless look. Their faces were pale and she could see the red veins. Zombies weren't alive and they couldn't be turned back into humans.
They were just animated dead who liked to convert more people like them. No matter which species, they liked to increase their population.
Jamie observed them and found that their habits didn't change. She always wondered how they stayed alive. Killing and biting fed them, maybe.
Jamie felt the air was changing. She dodged instinctively. She twirled and found a zombie behind her. If she had moved a second later, she was going to be added to their population.
It was not particularly good to know that the zombies learned some tricks over the years. She liked them better when they were easy to fool. The zombies she was observing also surrounded her.
Damn, she cursed.
She has to fight these three zombies first.
Jamie took out her weapon of choice. It was an iron rod. It didn't do much but kept the zombies busy while she used her mental power to kill them.
The fight was easy because the zombies, though coordinated weren't much dangerous. She was well-versed in fighting. Her moves weren't perfectly done but she could fight.
These zombies had crystals.
When a zombie died, the flesh burned and the crystal materialized. She always felt how something so disgusting had so much pure energy that gave birth to a crystal.
However, people could remove the crystal without waiting for the the zombie to burn completely. Jamie had time. She needed level-five crystals.
Such zombies lived in groups. She wondered who wanted those crystals and why they posted that task.
Jamie looked around to see if there were any other possible dangers and when she felt there were none, only then she moved.
She walked and found a group of zombies fighting. Now this was a view she never thought she could see.
She climbed the half-broken tower and o served from the height. It looked like there was a new higher-level zombie and the other zombies killed it. So this was an authority fight. That helped her. Now she could go kill them.
Level five zombies killing a level six one, here she comes.
Jamie had attacked them and by the time, they realized, she was there. She threw fire spells left and right and when they stopped she went and pierced their hearts. That caused them discomfort. She then killed them by cutting their heads.
Before she could collect the zombie crystals, more roars sounded. She looked around and there they were, more than twenty zombies growling and appearing closer and closer.
Now was the time to run. But the crystals.
Jamie ran and summoned the crystals through her mental power. She needed only five. Come on.
One
Two
Three
Come on. She had to increase her speed otherwise she would be caught.
Four
The fifth one arrived with the zombie.
Jamie jumped and caught it while balancing herself precariously on a leg. The zombie hissed. Jamie ran.
She ran like the wind.
No matter how much she felt she was experienced in the apocalypse, fighting zombies in groups was just non-sense. Something that could be called hitting yourself with a stone.
Jamie kept running till she left the area and arrived near the safe area. She took a calming breath then. Almost got bitten and caught.
What were the zombies learning? Did they have some courses too? They were really developed.
They had their own civilization now. They usurped and governed by killing.
Jamie found a rock and she sat on it catching her breath. The zombie crystals, she had them.
The level-five zombies were clever. She wondered what was the highest level of zombie now. She had fought with an eight-level zombie. And level nine zombie was the zombie king then.
Jamie took out a packet of noodles, cooked them, and ate. Food can calm her.
She then got up and walked back to the tradepost.
"Sir, I have something to trade."
"Go in."
She went in and sat waiting for her turn.
"You, come here."
"I have something for the number one on the list."
The person before her looked at her critically.
"I'll call the issuer. Wait in that room."
Great that they provided privacy. Jamie waited for nearly forty minutes before the door opened.
She eagerly looked at the person.
"Miss, do you need any food?"
Jamie deflated.
She waved her hands to refuse.
"No, mam. I'm fine here."
The woman left. Jamie knew that they were trying to keep a lookout. But she was hoping that the person who entered would be the person who issued the task.
"Miss, are you sure that you can provide the things on the task? If you don't, we cancel your participation for three months."
The person who asked her to sit came in and warned. Jamie wanted to roll her eyes.
"We get so many people who want to bluff."
"Do you want to see then?"
He shook his head.
We don't get involved in the items of the transaction. It's between the employer and the employee.
Weird but a good policy.
More time passed and the door opened. Jamie didn't look. She expected that one more person came in to question her.
"It's you."
Huh?
Jamie turned and exclaimed.
"It's you!"