Light had finally made it to Oxford. The journey, which should have taken only 3 hours, had taken almost 5 hours. The snow layer here was much, much less than in Powys, which was closer to the water, and this was both excellent and terrible news.
The great news was that Light thought it would be much easier for him to find where his friends were staying, and the terrible news was that with so little snow, it would be easy for others to come and take over.
He could only pray that these two people, whom he could regard as friends and perhaps trust, would be all right.
Light still managed to get to East Oxford, Oxfordshire, eventually. The fact that his friends did not live in a flat made him a little more hopeful.
At least as long as they didn't live in an apartment, they would only have to fight against the dangers outside.
Moving quickly towards home, Light noticed that some people were looking at him from the windows as he passed through the streets. The fact that the snow in front of some houses had been cleared seemed to tell Light that civilisation was still functioning.
Light, who immediately entered between two houses, sent the snowmobile to his Sub-Space and then changed the magazine of his gun and came out of the houses.
There were some zombies on the street, although not many, and he wanted to try close combat because of the thick clothes on him. The danger was quite small because of the clothes he was wearing.
This was an important step he had to take if he wanted to be a brave individual.
In the middle of the street, between the gaze of the people looking at him from the window, Light started moving towards the zombies with the footsteps rising in the snow. If he wanted to reach his friends' house, he had to kill 12 zombies with his own hands.
He was quite cold, but the adrenaline that suddenly entered his body gave him such a will to live that Light could not stop warming up.
With his slow steps, he managed to come in front of a zombie. When the zombie turned to him with a sudden and fast movement, Light instantly realised that the level of this zombie was different.
He had to use his Skill before approaching the zombies, he was a big fool.
The zombie suddenly rushed at Light and managed to knock him down, because of the agility of this zombie, Light thought that other zombies would be at the same level, but he was wrong.
The other zombies were so slow that it would take them almost a minute to reach Light and the zombie above him.
On the one hand, Light was trying to reach for the knife he had dropped from his hand, and on the other hand, he was trying to hold the zombie by guarding his arm.
The zombie managed to bite his arm but could not even get close to his skin, Light had put on another coat before entering Oxford, it seemed the most logical to take precautions just in case.
Reaching for the knife, Light suddenly stabbed the hunting knife into the zombie's head and managed to throw the zombie off. Standing up quickly, Light, with deep and quick breaths, moved to his gun and fired at the head of the zombie on the ground.
The zombie only managed to die after the gun bullet hit its head. Light realised the weakness of his ability at that very moment.
He realised at that moment that zombies would not die even with headshots when the life value from the system was not completely reduced to zero.
When Light stabbed the hunting knife into the zombie's head, he realised that the zombie was still alive, which was the reason why he shot at the zombie that was already on the ground.
"Is this skill a trick or a curse!?" shouted Light and turned towards the remaining zombies. Because of the silencer on his gun, the sound from the gun was lost in the snow and the sound of the gun did not reach the distant streets.
Light turned towards the zombies he had returned and started shooting at each of them in turn. Each zombie fell to the ground after a maximum of two shots, never to get up again.
After only half a minute, Light had managed to finish off all the zombies, the adrenaline and fear he had experienced before suddenly disappeared and this happened twice, he should have jumped 3 levels and reached level 4.
After all this, Light, who put his gun in place and started to move forward by continuing to hold the hunting knife in his hand, managed to reach his friends' house after almost 60 steps.
The fact that the windows outside the house were covered with planks increased the possibility that there was life inside.
Approaching the door, Light suddenly knocked on the door three times and then said loudly, "Luke! Pacifica! It's me, Light!" he shouted.
Light thought that there would be no sound coming from inside the house, even if his hope was very high, he still did not want to see anything that would upset him.
After a succession of knocking and shouting, there were finally a few quick footsteps behind the door and the door swung open violently.
A woman was standing behind the door. With her pale skin and emaciated body, she seemed to be quite ill. She had golden hair and deep blue eyes. This woman was Pacifica, and she was one of the people who kept asking about Light, wondering if he was all alright.
She was one of the few people who was not after his money, a daughter of a soldier, an incredible shooter and quite the tomboy woman. Even tho Light didn't realise it till the end.
"Light?" Pasifica called Light's name as tears flowed from her eyes and she fell to her knees on the spot. She clung to Light's leg with her tears and fainted after only five seconds.
When Light looked at Pacifica's state, he felt something stabbed into his heart. It was a huge amount of pain that one of the people he had always thought of as fake, but who had always wondered about him, was in such a state.
Light then picked up Pacifica, walked into the house and closed and locked the door. He had to find out from Luke what was going on.