[The power to manipulate electricity has been designated as the user's main power.]
[From now on, whenever the user defeats a zombie, the user will be able to earn points that can be used to boost the user's electricity powers.]
That was both great and not so great news for him. Donald could become stronger by defeating zombies, but that also meant he had to actively seek out zombies to fight unless he chose to wait for them to come to him. He grimaced at both ideas, but the lesser of the two would be to confront the zombies himself. At least then it would be on his terms.
"What about my fire powers? Will I be able to boost them too?" he asked.
Unfortunately, the user has chosen electricity to be their main power, so the user can't boost their fire powers.]
Donald scowled at the lost opportunity. While he wanted to argue the fairness of the situation, he bit his tongue. The system did say he was lucky to even have two powers when everyone would only get one. On the bright side, he could use his fire powers as a trick up his sleeve whenever he ended up in a dangerous situation. It wouldn't be as strong as his other power, but even a little fire could be dangerous.
"System, is there anything else I need to be aware of, like nearby enemies or a way to track down the source of the zombies?" he asked as he slowly made his way towards the stairs to investigate.
[Unfortunately, the system cannot tell the user where the zombies are or who is responsible. It is up to the user and the others to figure this out on their own.]
He should have known that wouldn't work, but it would have been nice if it did. Staring down the steps, he debated if he really wanted to try leaving the building this way. Bodies littered the stairs, and he had to cover his nose to block the stench. He didn't bother even looking at the elevator and stared in the direction of the fire escape.
"System, will you be able to at least tell me how dangerous the current situation is? You are supposed to make sure I survive if you want to live," he said.
[Considering the user's request...]
[The system can notify the user of the threat level being Low, Medium, or High.]
It was better than nothing. "Then can you tell me the current threat level?"
[The current threat level is Low.]
That could mean a number of things. It could mean that there were no zombies nearby, or at least only a few of them. In that case, the stairs might be a safe option. He would just have to be careful not to slip and find a flashlight so he could see where he stepped. Wait. Did the zombies react to light or sound? Then a flashlight might be dangerous to have.
"System," he started when the system cut him off.
[The system cannot tell the user the weaknesses of the zombies. The user will have to discover them on their own.]
With an annoyed huff, he decided to take the risk and go scavenging for a flashlight. There had to be something in the drawers. Doing his best to be quiet to avoid drawing any attention to himself, he took whatever he thought was valuable. There was quite a lot of stuff that wouldn't help, like documents, and a few of the cabinets were locked, but he did collect a small pile.
Donald managed to find a couple water bottles, snacks, box cutters, flashlights, and portable power banks for his phone. He wasn't sure why there were a couple of box cutters in the office, but at least they would serve as his backup weapons, though he hoped it wouldn't come down to it. It would mean getting into close quarters with a zombie and having a higher chance of being bitten.
As he stuffed them into a clean bag he found, he paused and stared at the portable power banks. Why did he need them if he could control electricity? He could simply charge his phone himself. However, after imagining what it would look like, he changed his mind and stuffed them into the bag. Donald hadn't tried his powers out yet, and he didn't want to risk blowing up his phone.
Throwing the bag onto his back, he considered the dead bodies. In a situation like this, it would be natural to loot the bodies, but he wasn't sure he could stomach touching them. It was one thing to go through their desk. It was another thing to feel through their pockets to find anything useful. After struggling with himself for a few moments, he decided to walk past them.
He might regret it in the future, but that was something for his future self to worry about. Standing at the edge of the stairs, he peered down before turning on the flashlight. Bright light filled the stairs, allowing him a clear view of his path. Donald swallowed before making his way slowly down the steps. His ears and eyes were on high alert for any signs of zombies.
Reaching the next floor, he scanned the area for any zombies before asking the system, "Threat level?"
[The current threat level is Low.]
Continuing down the stairs to the next floor, he could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Even the slightest sound set him off, and he tightened his grip on his ax. He made it two floors down before he encountered a couple of zombies. The moment he spotted them, he turned off the light and didn't make a sound. They didn't appear to have noticed him yet, but that might change if he tried to go down.
From what he could see, there were three zombies, but it was possible that there were more out of sight. He would need to be careful when dealing with them, and this was his chance to test out his powers. Putting the flashlight away so he could grip his axe with both hands, he took a deep breath. Psyching himself up for the fight, he waited until one of the zombies was close enough before he struck.
Swinging the axe, he felt a surge of power erupt from within him. Electrcity sparked from his hands down the axe. The moment the ax touched the zombie, its head exploded. He grimaced as bits of zombie brain got all over him. Some of it even got on his cheek, but fortunately, it didn't get into his eyes or mouth. The zombie's body collapsed to the ground, twitching.
[The user has earned one point for defeating the zombie.]
Donald didn't get a chance to complain about the results before the other two zombies came lumbering towards him. Raising his ax again, he swung at the closest one with the same result. However, he had to shut his eyes to prevent the bits of zombie flesh from getting into his eyes. Wiping it away from his flesh, he opened his eyes in time to see another message and the zombie about to bite him.In a panic, he stumbled back to get out of its range, only to trip over his feet. He fell on his back with a grunt as the zombie lumbered towards him. Donald scurried on all fours to put some distance between them. His ax had fallen out of his hands and was just out of his reach. Glancing between the zombie and ax, he took the risk of lunging for his weapon again.The zombie threw itself at him as he grabbed the ax. It crashed into his back, and he grunted from the weight. Thinking quickly, he managed to flip them over so the zombie was on its back with Donald crushing it on top. His actions sl
Donald apparently lucked out, as there were no zombies on the next floor, or at least none he could see. He took a moment to survey the scene as he considered whether he should check the floor before moving on. It was the fourth floor, so he had to go down three more flights of stairs before he could leave the building. Then he could finally see how bad it was outside.He could try checking the situation by looking out the windows, but he had avoided them. While he would like to have a logical reason behind it, the truth was that he was just afraid of heights. As long as he didn't see how far away the ground was, he was fine. Deciding to forgo searching the floor, he headed straight for the stairs, heading for the third floor, when he heard noise.Immediately, he spun around with his ax swinging. His axe hit nothing but air. With a frown, he studied the surrounding area again. It might have been his imagination, but he didn't want to die just because he decided to ignore a possible th
Teaming up with another person had been the right idea because, as soon as they got close to the third floor, they could hear a lot of movement ahead. Immediately, the duo stopped and covered their mouths to keep themselves from being heard. Hesitantly, they tiptoed to get a closer look and froze when they saw zombies everywhere. It was a literal death trap.The duo instantly rushed back up the stairs while keeping quiet. Since nothing came chasing after them, they must have escaped detection. However, this posed a huge problem for them. There was no way they could even attempt going through the third floor unless they had a death wish. From what they saw, there had to be at least over thirty zombies, and that was only what they could see."What do we do?" Amanda whispered in case the zombies might hear them."What's your power?" Donald asked back.At her confused look, he realized that she didn't know what he was talking about. That meant she didn't have any powers. Why? He got his p
When the hour passed, Donald nearly breathed a sigh of relief. However, it was too soon to celebrate. It was just the first hurdle. They still had to see if Amanda received any powers. The two waited with bated breath to see if a system would pop up and inform her that she had powers. Several moments passed, and as time passed, their hopes got smaller and smaller.Amanda looked at him with a panicked expression. "Am I not going to get any powers?""You might have to do something to get them," he said."Like what?" she hissed. "You can't expect me to electrocute myself like you did."In response to her words, Donald stared blankly at her. She was immediately cowed by his expression and fell silent. While he understood she was frantic, she should know how to speak. He really shouldn't have teamed up with her, but there was no helping it. Maybe he could somehow ditch her somewhere and go solo or find someone else to work with."My system said that it's random," Donald started when a mess
The problem was that they might not be able to make it back up to the second floor without being seen unless they ran. Would the zombies hear them running back up the steps to go in from the second floor? Donald couldn't imagine their retreat would be quiet, especially as there weren't really any other noises nearby. There was a high chance the zombies would hear them if they didn't see them.However, staying on the steps wasn't an option. It was just asking for trouble if they remained out in the open. Even if these zombies couldn't see them, what if they decided to stop near the fire escape? Then they would be stuck, just like what happened on the fourth floor. There was also no guarantee that other zombies that could see wouldn't pass by right after.Descending the rest of the steps wasn't an option either. The zombies might still be far out, but they might not find a place to hide from the zombies before the zombies reach them. It was too risky to attempt going down the steps only
Donald rushed down the stairs just as he saw the first zombie reach the second floor. Luckily, the sounds of the zombies banging on the fire escape door drew their attention. However, he wasn't going to take the chance they might find him, and he hurried away quietly before they knew he was there. Reaching the first floor, he immediately scanned the area for any zombies.He should have checked before descending, but the zombies didn't exactly give him a choice. They didn't even give him a chance to pull out a backup weapon. While keeping an eye open for any zombies, he reached into his bag for one of the box cutters. As he rummaged through the bag, he couldn't help cursing himself for losing Amanda's bag.There was no way he could have saved it, but he still mourned the loss of all the supplies she carried. They could have helped him survive through this mess. Finally, finding the item, he pulled it out as he slowly inspected the area. Strangely, there were no zombies here either. The
"What's going on?" Donald muttered to himself as he didn't fail to notice that he didn't get any notification about defeating the zombie. "Is there some kind of error?"[The system detects no errors.]The only possibility that Donald could think of was that some zombies weren't worth a point. What else could it be? He grumbled at the unfairness of the situation when he heard movement. Immediately, he spun around as his eyes darted around to pinpoint where it was coming from. It was silent, but Donald refused to accept it at face value.Donald got off the zombie while remaining in the squatting position. Holding the knife in front of him, he moved slowly away as he searched for the hidden figure. Since they weren't outright attacking him, it couldn't be a zombie. It had to be a survivor. The question was if they were on his side or not. He really hoped they weren't an enemy.Suddenly, he saw a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye. Snapping his head in that direction, he was sta
"How about this? You don't try to kill me again, and I won't hurt you," said Donald.The young girl just glared at him, and Donald wondered what he should do if she refused. It was too dangerous to let her live after she had tried to kill him, but he had never killed a person before. Killing the zombies was already a tough hurdle. The only reason he was okay with it was because it was a life or death situation, and it was easy not to think of them as people.People didn't go around biting other people. At least not the sane ones. Also, they didn't have twisted bodies, so he could pretend that the zombie in front of him hadn't been a person before. What happened earlier with Amanda didn't count either. That had been an unfortunate accident, and he was going to stand by that thought.After several moments of intense silence, the young girl finally said, "Fine."Donald was about to put her down but hesitated. "Are you really going to keep your word?""What do you mean?" the young girl de