Chapter 50 Choose Wisely

The scene in front of Zain blurred again, and when his vision refocused, he found himself back on the road with the gun in his hand.

His heart felt pounding, and the sweat drenched all his clothes, but it was all in his head and wasn't true.

After turning, his heart had stopped beating, and sweat wasn't really something his body seemed to release, but why did he feel that way?

Standing up, Zain looked around, wondering how much time had passed, but Skittle was still next to him, and there were still plenty of zombies roaming the streets.

'Ever since that change, I've been having strange visions. They appear all of a sudden and seem like flashbacks…and at the same time, all of them feel so real.' Zain thought. 'But this new one, it was so strange, and why couldn't I see that man's face? My head is beyond messed up.'

When he pulled the gun out from the holster around his belt, Zain suddenly remembered everything he had learned in the vision, and now he felt a strange confidence in using this weapon. Before the vision, the only times he had held guns in his hand were in RPG and zombie hunter games.

Although he had trained for survival, guns were something that, at his age and with his connections, almost impossible to get. Yet why did the weapon now feel so familiar in his hands?

Trying to forget about what he had seen since there was no way of figuring it out, he placed the gun away and grabbed a couple of the police batons. Physical weapons were still king in this world.

It was then that Skittle and Zain headed into the apartment's main reception area, and it took a second for Zain to take everything in.

'I can't even imagine what happened here.'

Bodies upon bodies were piled up all across the floor. There were so many of them that he could hardly see any spot to put his feet on. From looking at them, it was clear that it wasn't a zombie attack either. In fact, nearly all of them in the apartment building looked to have been zombies at one point, but instead, there were several holes in their bodies made from bullets.

'',

'I guess what happened outside was just the tail end of what actually went on in this place. Were they inside for a while then?' Zain thought as he looked at the boarded-up windows making it harder to see in the palace since it was dark.

Although there were patches of light coming out from the sun through cracks in the ceiling, the exhaust fan, and from the back of the reception, where someone had made a large hole.

'There are even dead soldiers among them. So it looks like this place really was important to them.'

When Skittle and Zain walked forward though, they noticed that a few Zombies had come out from behind the reception desk, and a few from hallways that led to other rooms.

Then, behind the large reception desk, there was a large hole leading into the community garden that would be shared by all those who lived in the apartment. A few Zombies could be seen coming through there as well.

[Mutated Zombie has been detected]

[Mutated Zombie has been detected]

The messages kept on appearing. It was the first time he had encountered such a massive number of mutated Zombies in one place. However, Zain just saw this as an opportunity as he pulled out both the batons.

'It's good that my body's functionality is at its best. Let's see what I can do!'

There were around 11 Mutated Zombies that had entered the room, and immediately once they got close enough, these zombies started to run toward him and Skittle.

Zain moved to the side and hit one of the dangling Zombie's arms up with his Baton. The hit bent the arm strangely, but the Zombie didn't stop there. Zain knew it wouldn't, which was why with the other Baton at the same time, he hit it right in its knee with his full strength causing it to fall to the ground.

"Skittle, attack!" Zain ordered the Zombie he had just Immobilised while going towards the next one.

In kicking, punching, and speed, Zain was now no longer on par with the mutated Zombies. He was beyond them. However, when attacking, he wasn't aiming for their heads. Instead, he tried to immobilise them by breaking their bones. He had even grabbed one of them and threw them over his back on the hard concrete floor, snapping a part of their spine.

'ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Novel(B) in.ᴄᴏᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ.',

He noticed that the Zombie was struggling to move after that but still was yet to be killed. With each Zombie, he symbolised he allowed Skittle to finish them off after, and frequently he would hear the exp prompts from the System.

[Level 3]

[668/2626 exp]

In the end, he had defeated all of the Zombies.

'That was a good batch of exp, but it looks like if I want to level up more, I'm going to have to find an entire group of these guys or start going for the stage 2 Zombies, but I don't want to do that just yet.'

It was then that Zain saw there was a new notification, and this was what he had been waiting for so far.

[A member of your horde has levelled up]

[Skittle is now a Level 2 Undead]

The reason why he had been allowing Skittle to finish off the other undead was simple: to make him stronger. Allowing him to worry less about Skittle in a fight and, of course, increase his own power.

[You may now upgrade one aspect of your Horde member 'Skittle' You can not revert this change.]

[Please choose wisely]

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