Chapter 5 : BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS II.
“Who the hell was that bitch!?” Fiona asked angrily. “That's my ex-girlfriend.” Ethan explained everything that happened between them, he also explained how they killed him in the future, and at this point Fiona thought he was going nuts, however she agreed to help him out to return the gesture. Ethan also told her to take his warning seriously and she nodded before leaving the house. *** The week ran quickly and the apocalypse has started. There have been several explosions, the news shows captions of growling and screaming of people in the city. Ethan had already arranged his van, he had made it bullet proof with enough weapons to fight against the zombies. Ethan got into his house quickly to get Mayka. “Hurry up Mayka, we need to get moving” he helped her out of the house. They were about leaving before she stopped him. “wait. What about Urla? Can she come with us too?” Mayka asked. “No, who didn't believe it when I told her about the apocalypse, so she has to suffer her ignorance.” Ethan responded. “Please big brother, let's save her, she's my only friend.” Mayka pleaded. Ethan sighed. “Alright go inside, I'll go get her from her house.” “Thanks big brother.” Ethan hurriedly went to Urla's house. On his way he could hear the growling of the zombies so he increased his pace. He arrived at her door and knocked. Urla opened the door and saw him standing outside. “Hey, you're here.” She said, “Yes, I believe you've seen the news, we have to get going. Now.” Ethan said authoritatively. “Where are you taking her to?” A masculine voice from inside was heard, and a young man came out. “This is…my boyfriend, Richard.” Urla introduced. “Who's he?” Richard asked. “He's my friend, Ethan.” “So where is he taking you to?” Richard asked, staring at Ethan suspiciously. “There's a zombie outbreak, I'm here to take Urla to safety, there's not much time for too much explaining. I'm pretty sure you've seen the news too.” Ethan said. “Ah. Please…don't tell me even if you believe that shity rumor, there's no such thing as zombies.” Richard mocked. “Is he speaking for you Urla?” Ethan asked. “I…I'm not really sure, it can be false news and we haven't seen any outbreak either.” Urla responded. “I'm only here because Mayka asked me to save you, but if you're not coming you can sit at home with your stupid boyfriend and let the zombie use you for lunch.” Ethan said clenching his jaw, he can't believe after the evidence in the news she's still doubting him. “Yes, get lost, we'll only believe zombies exist if we see one ourselves…” Suddenly a zombie jumped at them, Ethan quickly pulled Urla away from it. The zombie jumped at Richard. “Arrh! Help me…” Richard screamed. Ethan was about to step in to save him, but he saw a horde of zombies catching up to them, and the only option at the moment was to escape since he wasn't holding any weapon. “Come on, let's go!” Ethan grabbed Urla's arm to leave. “No, we have to help him Ethan!” Urla smacked his hands away. “There's no time, and he's already beaten by one. If we save him he'll turn into a zombie. It's your boyfriend's fault for not believing me, and you're lucky I can just in time. Come on, let's get out of here.” Ethan grabbed her arm again and this time she followed him. Ethan avoided all the zombies in the road and they arrived at his van, he opened it and Urla went in. “Urla! You're safe” Mayka exclaimed in excitement. Ethan entered his van to zoom off, but received a notification from the system. [Ding!] [New Mission: Save Fiona] [Reward: +2 strength, +5 experience] [Failure: - 10 points] “Grrr…not now, not again!” Ethan's phone rang, it was Fiona calling. “Speaking of the devil.” Ethan picked the call. “Ethan…Ethan, I'm so sorry for not believing you, please come save us, there's a hoard of zombies everywhere we can't get out of the house.” Fiona said with a pleading voice. “Stay where you are, I'm on my way, I'll be there shortly!” Ethan hangs up and starts the engine. In a short time, Zombies had already littered the streets, Ethan hit them on the road to clear his path. When he arrived at Fiona's mansion, there were few zombies outside of her house, at least 20 zombies. “Stay here, don't move an inch!” Ethan instructed Urla and Mayka, and they responded with a nod. Ethan fixed a baseball Barton stick on his back and carried an AK 47 gun. He stepped out of the Van and the zombies immediately heard his nose. They rushed at him and he began shooting at them. He already had some experience with zombies, to kill them quickly you need to aim at the head. Ethan shot aimlessly at their brains, the zombies closed their distance and tried to bite him, he blocked himself with his gun that eventually fell off his grip, but he quickly retrieved the Barton and smashed their head. With much struggle Ethan eventually entered the mansion. “Ethan you made it!” Fiona rushed and hugged him, not minding the blood stains on his clothes. “Thank God you're safe, we have to be very moving.” Ethan said. “I'm with my brother, can he come too?” Fiona gestured at the young man beside her. “Sure he can, come on let's go.” “Thank you young man, I'll be sure to pay you handsomely if you keep us safe.” Her brother said. “I'm not your bodyguard! Let's go or else you'll be left behind!” Ethan was a little bit pissed but he controlled his anger. Immediately Ethan opened the door he noticed the zombies had doubled in number and he instantly closed it back. “What's the matter Ethan?” Fiona asked. “There's too many of them.” “So what do we do?” James, Fiona's brother asked. “You know how to play baseball?” Ethan asked James. “Yes, but what does…” “Here! Think of the zombie's brain as the ball, and smash it!” Ethan put Barton in his hand before he could complete his statement. “What about you, what will you fight with?” Fiona asked. “I have hands. I'll open on my count. One…two…three!” Ethan opened the door and they all charged at the zombies. “Stay close to me Fiona!” Ethan instructed. Ethan was good in a fist fight, he punched the guts of the zombies and used his hands to avoid their venomous teeth. Meanwhile James being a rookie in this experience couldn't even use the Barton properly. Ethan saw that James had been surrounded by zombies and he couldn't escape from them. Ethan rushed to his side and helped him come out of their midst. They finally made it to the van, Ethan instantly started the engine and zoomed off. [Ding!] [Mission completed] [Reward: +2 (12) strength, +5(15) experience] “Where are we going now?”Chapter 6 : BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS III.Ethan drove to the nearest building, it was a large hall. Immediately they arrived he instructed everyone to go in before he closed the van. Inside of the hall was empty but neat so they all sat on the floor. Ethan goes into the van and gets some fruits, just a single apple each and water. Ethan shared the apple to everyone once it was James turn he smacked the apple away from Ethan's hand. “What are we supposed to do with a single apple? We are the rich guys here so you should treat me and my sister special. We should get the lion's share!” James spat. “Before three days all the fruits and vegetables in the city will be infected by the zombie virus, that means we have to survive with the food in the van for God knows how long! It's either you eat or starve. Understood!” Ethan lectured. “Who do you think you are? You're not the boss here.” James said, pushing Ethan a little. Ethan clenched his fist, Fiona saw it
Chapter 7: BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS IV.“What are you doing?” Ethan asked curious about the weapon he was holding. Suddenly James pointed the gun at Ethan. “how do you come out alive, I'm sure there were zombies in that building, how am I sure you haven't got beaten!?” He said aggressively. “There was no zombie in there, we are perfectly fine. Can't you see?” Urla replied. “Well I don't believe you!” “Put that gun down James, you're out of your mind, you'll hurt someone.” Ethan warned. “For the last time, you're not the one to tell me what to do, you trash! And I'm going to kill you both for the safety of everyone!” James declared gritting his teeth. “What's wrong with you James!” Fiona rushed out to stop her menacing brother. Even Mayka came out with her crutches to stop him. “Stay out of this Fiona, I'm doing this to protect us both.” “No you're not, if you kill Ethan there's no way we can possibly survive this apocalypse. He's the only experienced
Chapter 8: BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS V.Ethan stopped mid journey and shared some already made noodles for everyone to eat before continuing their journey. The day was slowly coming to an end as evening descended. Ethan increased the speed of the car, they needed to get out of the forest and stopped at a safer place to spend the night. Meanwhile… Wayne and James found themselves surrounded by a swarm of undead, their moans and snarls filling the air. Wayne floored it, the vehicle plowing through the horde with a gruesome crunch. "Hahaha, you're no match for me!" he exclaimed, his laughter echoing through the desolate landscape. So far, they had only encountered weaker, slower zombies, which had fueled their false sense of security. "I'm so glad we chose this path," James said, his voice dripping with smugness. "It's been a smooth ride, and I'm sure the other group is dead by now." He snickered, glancing at Wayne. "I mean, there's no way they could sur
Ethan, his senses screaming at him, realized the folly of his victory. The horde, drawn by the fight, was closing in. He couldn't stay and face them, not with the others trapped inside the bus. He sprinted back towards the vehicle, his heart pounding in his chest. "Get down!" he yelled, flinging the door open. Fiona and myka, faces pale with terror, huddled in the back, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. They had witnessed the brutal fight, the raw ferocity with which Ethan had taken down the smart zombie. Urla with a nervous tremor in her voice, stammered, "H-how did you... how did you do that?" Ethan, ignoring their stunned silence, scrambled into the driver's seat, his fingers fumbling with the ignition. The engine roared to life, a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness. "Get down!" he shouted again, his voice hoarse. "We need to get out of here, now!" Fiona face etched with fear, mumbled, "What about the others? What about the ones who didn't make it
The bus shuddered to a halt, the engine sighing in relief after its long, arduous journey through the dense, silent woods. Ethan, his face etched with fatigue but his eyes sharp with focus, turned to others."We're safe for now," he announced, his voice low and gravelly. "But we're not out of the woods yet, literally." He gestured towards the dense foliage that surrounded them. "We need to find the right path, the one that leads to Fiona's safe house. It's the only way we're going to make it."Mayka, her face pale and drawn, clutched her walking stick, her eyes reflecting the fear that hung heavy in the air. Fiona, her face a mask of sorrow, stared out the window, her thoughts consumed by the fate of her brother, James."Ethan," she whispered, her voice trembling, "Do you think James…?"Ethan's gaze hardened. "We can't dwell on what might have happened," he said, his voice firm. "We need to focus on what we can control. We need to get to Fiona's safe house. It's the only way we're goi
Ethan, his face grim, kept his eyes fixed on the road, navigating a treacherous path through the heart of the apocalypse. Cars, twisted and mangled, lay scattered like discarded toys, their occupants long gone, devoured by the insatiable hunger of the undead. Fiona, Rachel, and Mayka huddled together in the back, their faces pale with fear. The world outside was a horrifying spectacle of chaos and decay, a stark reminder of the fragile nature of their existence. "We won't make it to the bunker before dawn," Fiona said, her voice barely a whisper. "We need to find somewhere safe to rest." Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving the road. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But we have to keep moving. The longer we stay in one place, the more likely we are to be found." The bus lurched to a halt, its engine sputtering to a stop. Ethan turned to the others. "Stay here," he instructed. "Lock the doors. I'll scout ahead." He opened the door and stepped out into the oppressive silen
He turned and made his way back to the bus, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that this was only the beginning. The world was a dangerous place, and he would need all his strength and cunning to survive. But he was determined to make it through, to find a way to rebuild a life, a world, from the ashes of the old. He reached the bus and climbed inside, his eyes meeting Fiona's worried gaze. "It's clear," he said, his voice hoarse. "We can stay here for a while." He closed the door behind him, the world outside fading into darkness. He was safe, for now. But the fight was far from over. The apocalypse had only just begun. The car hummed with a tense silence as Ethan slid back into the seat, his eyes still reflecting the shock of the recent events. Fiona, her face pale and etched with disbelief, turned to him. "Ethan," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "you need to tell me more. How did you know? How could you have dreamt about this?" Ethan sighed, his
Wyne, his former boss, had been the one who had refused to listen, who had refused to follow Ethan's warnings. He had paid the ultimate price, left to die along with the rest of the unprepared. But Rachel had followed Ethan, trying to get closer to him, trying to worm her way back into his good graces. But Ethan wasn't fooled. He knew her game, and he was determined not to let her manipulate him again. He had learned his lesson. He would never forgive her for her betrayal, for the pain she had caused him. He would never trust her again. He turned back to Fiona, his eyes filled with a strange mix of determination and despair. "We wait," he said, his voice barely audible. "We wait for the fever to start." The silence returned, heavy and suffocating. Outside, the sun was setting, casting long, ominous shadows across the landscape. The air was still and quiet, but beneath the surface, a current of fear and anticipation ran through the car. They were all trapped in a nightmare, a n
Mayka staggered back, clutching her arm, blood seeping between her fingers. The shock froze her for a moment, terror etched on her face. But then, something shifted inside her—an instinct sparked by the fever that had ravaged them all."Get down!" Ethan yelled, throwing himself toward her. He shielded Mayka as the remaining attackers closed in, weapons drawn, their intentions clear: there would be no survivors."Cover me!" he barked at Fiona, who, through the strange abilities the fever had left her with, managed to hijack the gun from one of the armed men. Her fury shifted into sharp focus as she aimed at the nearest attacker, her fingers trembling only slightly on the trigger.Ethan pulled Mayka closer, his thoughts racing as he scanned the bus for something—anything—they could use. The others remained hidden in the shadows, their escape routes blocked. "We need to fight back!" he urged, his adrenaline spiking as he glanced at the door and the armed men outside."On three," Fiona sa
The first rays of dawn painted the truck's interior in a sickly yellow hue, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air. Ethan sat bolt upright, his eyes gleaming with a fierce determination. He had spent the night wrestling with his system,He knew it held the key to his survival, a way to harness its power and rewrite his fate in this new, terrifying reality. He knew he was still weak, vulnerable. There were others out there, survivors, maybe even a group of them, and he had a nagging feeling they were close, their existence a ticking time bomb. He needed to be stronger, to be ready.Across from him, Rachel lay slumped against the truck wall, her breathing shallow and labored. She was burning with fever, her skin flushed and clammy. It was a strange turn of events. The others, Fiona, Urla, and Myka, had all succumbed to the fever in the night, but Rachel had been spared. Now, as if the fever had been delayed, it was taking its toll.The truck’s air grew thick with tens
The first sliver of dawn, a pale, sickly yellow, seeped through the tattered cloth James had haphazardly draped over the truck window. He jolted awake, a cold sweat clinging to his skin. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the eerie silence of the abandoned city. He was trapped, a lone survivor in a world consumed by the undead.He scrambled to sit up, his mind racing, replaying the events of the previous night. He had been forced to flee his car, a desperate gamble to escape the relentless horde that had swarmed his vehicle. He had found refuge in this dilapidated truck, hoping it would offer him a temporary sanctuary.He scanned the truck's interior, his eyes darting across the cracked dashboard, the torn upholstery, the rusted metal. He was alone. But was he truly alone?He reached out a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the truck door. He hesitated, fear gnawing at his insides. He had to check. He had to make sure.He slowl
Wyne, his former boss, had been the one who had refused to listen, who had refused to follow Ethan's warnings. He had paid the ultimate price, left to die along with the rest of the unprepared. But Rachel had followed Ethan, trying to get closer to him, trying to worm her way back into his good graces. But Ethan wasn't fooled. He knew her game, and he was determined not to let her manipulate him again. He had learned his lesson. He would never forgive her for her betrayal, for the pain she had caused him. He would never trust her again. He turned back to Fiona, his eyes filled with a strange mix of determination and despair. "We wait," he said, his voice barely audible. "We wait for the fever to start." The silence returned, heavy and suffocating. Outside, the sun was setting, casting long, ominous shadows across the landscape. The air was still and quiet, but beneath the surface, a current of fear and anticipation ran through the car. They were all trapped in a nightmare, a n
He turned and made his way back to the bus, his mind racing with thoughts of the future. He knew that this was only the beginning. The world was a dangerous place, and he would need all his strength and cunning to survive. But he was determined to make it through, to find a way to rebuild a life, a world, from the ashes of the old. He reached the bus and climbed inside, his eyes meeting Fiona's worried gaze. "It's clear," he said, his voice hoarse. "We can stay here for a while." He closed the door behind him, the world outside fading into darkness. He was safe, for now. But the fight was far from over. The apocalypse had only just begun. The car hummed with a tense silence as Ethan slid back into the seat, his eyes still reflecting the shock of the recent events. Fiona, her face pale and etched with disbelief, turned to him. "Ethan," she began, her voice barely a whisper, "you need to tell me more. How did you know? How could you have dreamt about this?" Ethan sighed, his
Ethan, his face grim, kept his eyes fixed on the road, navigating a treacherous path through the heart of the apocalypse. Cars, twisted and mangled, lay scattered like discarded toys, their occupants long gone, devoured by the insatiable hunger of the undead. Fiona, Rachel, and Mayka huddled together in the back, their faces pale with fear. The world outside was a horrifying spectacle of chaos and decay, a stark reminder of the fragile nature of their existence. "We won't make it to the bunker before dawn," Fiona said, her voice barely a whisper. "We need to find somewhere safe to rest." Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving the road. "I know," he said, his voice tight. "But we have to keep moving. The longer we stay in one place, the more likely we are to be found." The bus lurched to a halt, its engine sputtering to a stop. Ethan turned to the others. "Stay here," he instructed. "Lock the doors. I'll scout ahead." He opened the door and stepped out into the oppressive silen
The bus shuddered to a halt, the engine sighing in relief after its long, arduous journey through the dense, silent woods. Ethan, his face etched with fatigue but his eyes sharp with focus, turned to others."We're safe for now," he announced, his voice low and gravelly. "But we're not out of the woods yet, literally." He gestured towards the dense foliage that surrounded them. "We need to find the right path, the one that leads to Fiona's safe house. It's the only way we're going to make it."Mayka, her face pale and drawn, clutched her walking stick, her eyes reflecting the fear that hung heavy in the air. Fiona, her face a mask of sorrow, stared out the window, her thoughts consumed by the fate of her brother, James."Ethan," she whispered, her voice trembling, "Do you think James…?"Ethan's gaze hardened. "We can't dwell on what might have happened," he said, his voice firm. "We need to focus on what we can control. We need to get to Fiona's safe house. It's the only way we're goi
Ethan, his senses screaming at him, realized the folly of his victory. The horde, drawn by the fight, was closing in. He couldn't stay and face them, not with the others trapped inside the bus. He sprinted back towards the vehicle, his heart pounding in his chest. "Get down!" he yelled, flinging the door open. Fiona and myka, faces pale with terror, huddled in the back, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe. They had witnessed the brutal fight, the raw ferocity with which Ethan had taken down the smart zombie. Urla with a nervous tremor in her voice, stammered, "H-how did you... how did you do that?" Ethan, ignoring their stunned silence, scrambled into the driver's seat, his fingers fumbling with the ignition. The engine roared to life, a defiant roar against the encroaching darkness. "Get down!" he shouted again, his voice hoarse. "We need to get out of here, now!" Fiona face etched with fear, mumbled, "What about the others? What about the ones who didn't make it
Chapter 8: BEGINNING OF THE APOCALYPSE AND GETTING NEW POWERS V.Ethan stopped mid journey and shared some already made noodles for everyone to eat before continuing their journey. The day was slowly coming to an end as evening descended. Ethan increased the speed of the car, they needed to get out of the forest and stopped at a safer place to spend the night. Meanwhile… Wayne and James found themselves surrounded by a swarm of undead, their moans and snarls filling the air. Wayne floored it, the vehicle plowing through the horde with a gruesome crunch. "Hahaha, you're no match for me!" he exclaimed, his laughter echoing through the desolate landscape. So far, they had only encountered weaker, slower zombies, which had fueled their false sense of security. "I'm so glad we chose this path," James said, his voice dripping with smugness. "It's been a smooth ride, and I'm sure the other group is dead by now." He snickered, glancing at Wayne. "I mean, there's no way they could sur