There was a dragging movement from the right side. Another zombie lunged here again. It took two moves for the power to activate. I was better prepared this time.
My feet were pointed forwards. That's why when the zombie was about to lunge at me with a super lightning move, that speed backfired and led to its 'death'.
Three down.
Two more to go.
However these two... are quite unique.
They have almost the same features. If they were human, they would probably be female. Waist-length hair with bangs covering the forehead (yes, similar to ghosts in Asian horror films), long legs, and full breasts.
It's certainly not what I imagined, is it?
One of them came forward.
One movement. But, the others follow.
My focus was divided and I guess that's what they were after. By then I had lost count,
I looked at it again. The white ceiling. The odour was as strong as the sterile room that clung to the memory."Count!" I even still hear his voice, whipping loudly and unforgivingly.I shuddered, helpless, and cringed. "1 ... 2... 3 ..." I even repeated it when I was about to run.If it was still sunny out there, people might have started giving me strange looks and becoming the centre of attention.I guess that's the reason why I chose to visit at night, and also probably hoped that at any time she'd let her guard down.Being called a visitor also feels strange, and too familiar. On the other hand, the thought of being with her makes me sick to my stomach.This was a relationship that came about because of a strange compulsion. At that time I had no choice.I was just a child whose childhood was deprived, chained, and devastated by a se
I was beginning to question the basic rules of this game. That was if they actually had rules, or if this could still be called a game.Because if I'm not mistaken, I remember it as a survival programme that tested physical and mental endurance, not a ridiculous matchmaking magic bureau.[DATE? KISS? MAKE OUT?]<You must have met many wonderful people in your life, and had a hard time choosing the best one.>Objective:(*) Determine and find 3 people(*) Perform one of the commands to each of themThis is starting to sound disgusting.Do they want me to become a sex offender and commit a crime?It's an extra round, isn't it? I shouldn't have any compulsion to complete this..., but ....[Each completed action will count as the completion of one objective][Each completion of an objec
Black Friday is symbolic of tragedy. To be honest, I don't know the original origin of the term. People tell stories, news of something terrible spreads, and suddenly it's widespread. Normalised. Considered part of an irrational tradition that hasn't even been empirically tested. I guess that's how a myth is formed.I don't believe in myths.However, the myth is now a reality.From the window of my house, I anxiously looked out.On an old Harley Davidson motorbike whose maroon paint had mostly faded, sat the person I really didn't want to see when I was about to greet the morning.Silas. Or Darren. Or whatever his stupid name is, depending on which story you believe.Actually, Elena had warned me last night on that last thrilling phone ring. "As we are now bound in a professional partnership, we sincerely hope you can make yourself comfortable with our other partner, Mr McKane. Disputes are unproductive, and we're both trying to avoid that, surely?"Elena actually knew about the hist
It's a netode that makes sense. "So you initiated it, all this?""Uh, yes.""Are you some kind of representative or something?"Silas laughed. "You're kind of green on the street, deputy?" The young man patted my shoulder in a familiar manner, which I brushed off sarcastically.Oh well. Okay. That's an embarrassing statement. I don't know the organisational structure of a group of thugs (after all, who does?).Silas realised my discomfort, I think. "Sorry, yes. For that, and for what came before."Huh? "I don't understand.""That must have offended you. But, we work for the same people now, you should understand." Silas' hand landed on my shoulder again. "And also close to the same person."I winced.A grin rose on Silas's lips that resembled the curl of a pierced worm (if that was possible). "You heard about me from Susan."That statement made my eyes widen, though it wasn't actually that surprising.Earlier, together with Precise, I had already calculated that this would happen soon
And it became even more ironic when I, who was also a materialist, took issue with this.On the way to class, I opened [Profile Menu].>>>>>>>>>>>NAME: HARRY MCKANEAGE: 16 LEVEL 9 HP: 1035/1035MP: 1089/1089POWER: 15VITALITY: 15AGILITY: 30INTELLIGENCE: 21SPEED: 35Skills:[Precise], [Balanced], [Cunning]Warning:There are 14 Stats Points that are still unused >>>>>>>>>>>I had too much on my mind that I abandoned what I used to pursue so much.Hm. That's a nice dramatic line, come to think of it, maybe I'll consider including it in the final project of Language class.Well, from what I see, all I need to do is a little balancing. I should consider that the opponents I face next will no longer be Keroco like Silas. However, they could be stronger than Michael.So what I need to strengthen is the strength itself.[Add 14 Stats Points to POWER?][Accept] [Decline]Okay.However, I must also remember that a person like Michael cannot be defeated with just '
"Ms Becker? Did you hear me?"Susan looked up, staring at Mr Henderson for a moment. It was a look that was hard to interpret. Before finally nodding.Mr Henderson sighed and went back to saying another instruction, while the attention was now back on her.Almost all of them. Not with me.I felt that something was wrong, and somehow felt guilty. Judging by the story the girl had told me on the night of our 'date', I think her head was spinning with some dizzying thoughts.Was it finally taking away her sanity?Susan put the bag into place. Pulling out books, something shiny, and stationery.Like, if anyone is starting to lose their mind here, it's me.Rather than paying attention to unnecessary details, it's better to focus on what I can use right now.The final exam is coming up and I'd better not waste any time I have left."OH! MY GOD!""Blood! There's blood!""She's bleeding!"Huh?I looked back at the origin of the voice just now-the same side where Susan was.The atmosphere arou
Horrified, confused, scared.Susan hurt herself. I don't know where the penknife came from, but it seemed like she had prepared it from the beginning."Hey, McKane! McKane!"It was only a few seconds later that I realised my body was being shaken. Mr Henderson was trying to hide his panic, but the trembling of his body that seemed to be a contagious knee-jerk reaction was something he couldn't prevent when he came into contact with me. "Take her to the infirmary!"*#*"It's just a slight scratch, but it's not too deep.""But, he's bleeding a lot," I said in panic."It just looks like it. But, she didn't bleed that much. Maybe she'll just get a little dizzy. Just rest, drink, and take the medicine I'll prescribe later." Mrs Blake patted my shoulder with a smile. "That's because you and Mr Henderson acted quickly."Still. I sighed, not wanting to think any further negatively."Was she always like that?"I frowned. "What does that mean?""Does she got into some serious trouble, huh?"I
I don't know why when I asked that, Mrs Blake showed a kind of meaningful smile.It wasn't her first kind of smile. It was a mischievous and ignorant grin. I'm not psychic, and I hate guessing the most. But, from his gaze, he seemed to be saying, 'And you said you guys were never close.'Duh, why do adults like to infer something unnecessary and repetitive?This, after all, isn't due to some sort of ulterior motive or undisclosed closeness. It could just be the responsibility of a class president.Yeah... though there's a bit of a motive that I can't tell you exactly, anyway."Are you awake?" I called out when I pulled back the curtains to find Susan sitting on a gurney with her hands bandaged."I didn't faint, McKane.""That's... true." Silly me. Not only did it make me look like an idiot, it also sent us into an awkward silence.Susan had been looking out through the window anyway and seemed in no mood to look at me."Um... I wanted to talk about something, is this the right time..