The group tensely watched as the stranger opened the door. They were prepared to defend themselves from anything that might come out, but nothing popped out to attack them. In fact, there didn't seem to be anything or anyone there. However, the stranger didn't seem to notice their confusion as he waltzed right in without a care in the world.They shared a glance before the four reluctantly followed after him. Of course, none of them dared to drop their guard. It wasn't safe to boldly assume that nothing was going to happen. After all, they were walking into uncharted territory. If the man in front of them was really part of the Fighting Executioners, who knew what they would encounter.As soon as the last person crossed the threshold, the door suddenly slammed shut. Immediately, everyone spun around, ready to see what could have caused it, except there was nothing there. The door had somehow managed to close by itself. With their nerves on edge, they scanned their surroundings to find

Donald eyed Ronald strangely, and he wasn't the only one. The other two gave Ronald a look. Running up to shake the man's hand in gratitude seemed a bit much, but Ronald showed no signs of being embarrassed or otherwise showing any other emotion regarding his action. In fact, he really did seem honestly pleased with what happened.He was forced to push those thoughts away to follow after Douglas, and the sight of the man's back made him want to tackle him to the ground. His back was clearly open, and it was his chance at payback, but he knew better. There was no way the man would turn his back on them if he didn't think that they couldn't hurt him. Besides, this wasn't the time to act on his grudge. He was on a mission.As they trailed after Douglas, they observed their surroundings. There didn't seem to be anything special about the house. It looked like any other house the group had encountered. Donald had expected something more from such a dangerous group, and it was a bit disappo

Donald groaned at the sound of a loud banging at the door. Squinting, he took a look at his surroundings. Seeing how everyone was sprawled in weird positions, he felt their pain. His whole body ached from the awkward posture he was forced to take in order to sleep in such a small space. The banging refused to stop, and he sighed as he forced himself to sit up.He winced as he accidentally kicked Ronald, who grunted. Muttering an apology, Donald wobbled to his feet before heading for the door. He was careful not to trip or step on anyone as he wondered who it could be. Was it Douglas again? He did say someone was coming in the morning, but Douglas neglected to say who it would be. Opening the door, he squinted at the woman in front of him."Good morning. I'm Cynthia, your guide for today," she said in an upbeat voice.Staring at her for several moments, he grumbled, "Good morning."There's a lot to do, so we need to get moving," Cynthia said as she peeked inside.Following her gaze, he

Nicole stared at Patricia for several moments before bluntly saying, "That's what you want to know? I don't see how that has anything to do with our current situation."Patricia flinched. "Well, I mean, everyone back at the base heard about you two, but you guys don't seem close even though you're dating."Frowning, Nicole considered whether to humor her. She wasn't obligated to tell anyone about their relationship. It wasn't any of their business if they were dating or not. There were more important things, like surviving the zombies and dealing with lunatics. However, just telling her to mind her own business might not work. If Patricia had been waiting all this time to ask, she wouldn't let it go easily.With a huff, Nicole said, "What about you and Ronald? The two of you seem close."When dealing with a situation like this one, deflecting seemed like the best answer, and what better way to deflect than to use the question against her? Patricia immediately became flustered at the u

Everyone stared at him until Patricia broke the silence. "Are you being serious?""Why would I be joking about this?" Ronald demanded."I don't know," she said as she waved her arms around, causing Donald and Ronald to avert their gazes. "I mean, I've heard a lot of different powers, but possession is a step too far. That's like the supernatural.""Are you saying what's happening isn't supernatural?" Ronald asked."You know what I mean. When people hear possession, they think ghosts or demons," Patricia said.Donald had to agree with her. Possession as a power seemed completely out there. No wonder Ronald didn't use it. It was completely useless against the zombies. What was he going to do? Possess the zombie chasing after him? What then? Donald didn't think the system would allow such a power that was ineffective against the zombies. Suddenly, a screen popped up.[Powers are randomized and can be anything. They are not always guaranteed to help fight zombies, though the system does i