Chapter 8: Zombies Level Up Quickly!

After reaching a mutual understanding, Memphis immediately said:

"Prepare yourselves, gather all the food and drinks, and wear more clothes to protect yourselves. As for other useless things, I suggest not taking them."

To Memphis, things like money or gold were relatively useless at the moment and would only add weight.

Lionel and Amanda both nodded, hesitantly agreeing. They first checked their phones, feeling even more anxious when they saw the signal bars were dead.

Ignoring them as they packed, Memphis moved towards the door, peeking through the peephole.

It was impossible to see inside from the outside, but from the inside, he could easily see out.

Outside, there were indeed zombies attracted to the noise. Moreover, there were more than one.

"Infectious form level 1, can turn living beings into the same kind."

"Infectious form level 2, can turn living beings into the same kind."

Relying on his scouting vision, Memphis confirmed that the two zombies were relatively normal. They were standing there dumbfounded, but as soon as Memphis approached the door, they began to move, making some disgusting hissing sounds and clawing at the door.

"Such keen sense of smell."

He silently assessed, then turned and calmly waited for Lionel and Amanda.

It didn't take long for the two to be ready, each carrying a heavy backpack and holding a black baseball bat. Memphis knew that the backpacks were filled with cash, contracts, and property deeds, not much food or water.

Lionel had put on an extra coat, while Amanda was still in her somewhat revealing office attire, which offered little protection for vulnerable areas.

But he didn't have time to care about that and immediately said:

"You must be mentally prepared, stay absolutely calm, follow my orders, and do not scream or panic to avoid attracting more zombies."

Both Lionel and Amanda quickly nodded in agreement, though they couldn't hide the fear and trembling in their eyes.

Memphis checked outside once more, confirming there were only two zombies, then decisively reached out and unlocked the door, opening it.

Kheeze, Kheeze...

The two zombies immediately lunged forward like unleashed beasts, their arms outstretched and mouths wide open, aiming to bite Memphis.

Memphis didn't hesitate, kicking one zombie in the stomach to push it back, and without hesitation, he swung his broadsword towards the head of the other zombie.

Slice!

The broadsword, extremely sharp and enhanced with attributes, easily sliced through the other zombie's head, leaving half its skull a black, sticky flat surface.

He stepped forward, slashing at the neck of the remaining zombie.

Slice!

The head and neck were instantly severed, with blood and fluids gushing out like a fountain.

Memphis silently praised the weapon. It worked so well, two swings and two kills, as effortlessly as chopping vegetables, without using a single point of stamina.

He spoke in a deep voice:

"Follow behind me."

Lionel and Amanda, seemingly reassured by Memphis's bravery, showed much less panic in their eyes. They carefully stepped over the zombie corpses on the ground, following him closely.

Next to the director's office was office number 2. The door was slightly ajar, and from two meters away, they could hear disgusting hissing sounds and the eerie noise of flesh being devoured.

Memphis signaled the two behind him to stop, then carefully opened the door and looked inside.

The room resembled a scene from hell. Three zombies were kneeling on the floor, fervently feasting on a flesh-and-blood meal, their faces buried in a body's abdomen, pulling out and devouring its organs.

Hearing a noise, one of the zombies looked up, hissed twice, and lunged forward. Memphis remained unflustered, swinging his hand in a diagonal chop, severing the zombie's head. He then took a long step forward, chopping off the necks of the remaining two.

"Ding! Congratulations on reaching level 3. You have received 4 potential points and 1 skill point!"

After killing two zombies, Memphis let out a breath, hearing a mechanical, emotionless voice in his ear.

He quickly decided:

"Add two points to stamina, one point to agility, one point to intelligence."

"Level up the ice manipulation skill."

"Ding, skill level-up confirmed. Skill power increased by 20%, impact radius increased to 50 meters, duration increased to 12 seconds per activation."

After leveling up, Memphis finally allocated the skill points.

He immediately called up the attribute panel.

"Host: Memphis Jackman. Pure-blood human.

Occupation: Commoner.

Level: 3 (Exp 1/40)

Strength: 10/10

Agility: 9/10

Stamina: 8/14

Intelligence: 7/11

Recovery: 7/10

Endurance: 7/10

Burst: 27%

Active Skill: Ice Manipulation.

Passive Skill: Scout's Eye.

Skill Points: 0

Potential Points: 0

Mint Coins: 26

Weapon: Machete lv2"

Good, after upgrading himself, Memphis not only found it easier to eliminate zombies but also consumed significantly less stamina, thus increasing his chances of survival.

He looked around, grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the desk, stuffed it into his backpack, and then left Office No. 2.

When Memphis appeared, Lionel and Amanda finally exhaled, their worries easing momentarily. They feared that if something happened to Memphis, they might not survive either.

Memphis glanced at them and said:

"Let's go."

The three of them moved forward, Lionel turning to look at the messy office, his hands gradually clenching. This was his life's work, now reduced to dust, and if he wasn't careful, even his life might be lost.

The security room was right next to Office No. 2, with the door currently shut. Memphis signaled with his hand, and the other two immediately stopped, their minds highly focused.

Memphis peeked inside through the glass pane, instantly witnessing a horrifying scene.

A zombie over 2 meters tall was hunched over a corpse on the table, its rotten hand eagerly tearing off red flesh and stuffing it into its mouth.

"Infectious type level 7, capable of infecting living beings into its kind."

"Damn it, why are these zombies leveling up so fast? Could eating human flesh be causing them to evolve?"

Memphis cursed inwardly, his desire to search for a gun greatly diminished. But the zombie seemed to sense something, slowly turning to look behind.

It had seen Memphis.

Memphis silently cursed and quickly moved away from the door. Within two breaths, the door banged loudly, as if someone was pounding it with a sledgehammer.

Bang bang!