22 – West Point and Klamath

22 – West Point and Klamath

[A/N: I don't know why, but I encountered three writer's blocks when writing this chapter, causing it to take ages for me to write]

[You have died!]

[Congratulations on completing the tutorial!]Follow the latest novels at novelhall.com

[Would you like to continue, or exit the game?]

Instead of replying, the Thug just stared at the screen.

Moments prior, he was defending against a zombie horde, shooting them with the shogun he obtained, and for a bit, looked like he was making progress, that is, until the fence fell, letting the zombies right into the small yard he was in.

Of course, it didn't take long for him to get overwhelmed and be ripped apart, screaming until he eventually died from the shock, as his eyes were ripped out, flesh stripped from his body, and organs were ripped out.

Now, he just stared at the screen, his expression blank, yet his eyes revealed something else, he was horrified.

Even if the pain was only ten percent, the pain from dying in such a way, was still almost too much for the man to bear, not to mention the brief moment of death.

Zeref noted that he would need to lower the pain experience to 5% in the tutorial.

By the time the man recovered from the shock, almost half an hour had passed in the game.

He laughed.

The Thug looked over his options, and without hesitation, chose to continue.

[Choose a spawn location]

[Muldraugh]

[Riverside]

[Rosewood]

[West Point]

Not even thinking, the man chose West Point with a smile, not realizing the trouble that awaited.

[Select your starting Occupation]

[Unemployed - Start with nothing but the clothes on your back (Hard)]

[Fire Officer - Start with a fire axe, a couple of flares, and a firemen's attire (Easy)]

[Police Officer - Start with a small handgun with a few magazines worth of ammo, a police uniform, a bulletproof vest, a baton, a radio, and sunglasses (Easy)]

[Park Ranger - Start with a hunting rifle and a few magazines worth of ammo, a hunting knife, a duffle bag filled with essentials, and a map (Medium)]

[Construction Worker - Start with a sledgehammer, a toolbag, and a construction worker's outfit (Medium)]

She, the trader, also offered to buy any Gecko hides Kyle obtains if he goes hunting for the Geckos in the area.

To Kyle's misfortune, the trader wasn't selling any firearms, so he was stuck with a bow, for now, he really did not like using a bow.

A gun was simply much more efficient and powerful.

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Meanwhile, Volkov could be seen running down a street with a horde of forty zombies shambling not too far behind.

He ran as fast as he could down a neighborhood street before turning and jumping over a home's fence and into a house's backyard.

Not daring to look behind, he continued running and climbed into another house's yard, tumbling down to the ground in the second yard as his arms gave out.

He heaved and coughed as he accidentally inhaled a bit of dust from the landing.

Getting up from the ground, Volokov breathed heavily from exhaustion but marched on, he wasn't safe, the zombies were not far behind, and if he didn't keep moving, they'd soon be on him.

So, he quickly moved to the house and tried breaking in, knowing that the zombies were focused on the neighboring house, he should be safe long enough for them to forget about him and wander away.

With the crowbar, he went over to a window, and pried it open, ripping open the film netting to block out flies, and climbed inside, before closing the window behind him.

Finding himself in what looked to be a woman's bedroom, he grabbed a blanket and covered the window, taking a deep breath, he slowly crept towards the door and slowly opened it before peaking out to the hall.

Seeing a door across the hall and another to the right, ending the hall, he looked to the left and could see into what looked to be the living room and kitchen.

Opening the door all the way, he slowly crept into the hall and raised the crowbar, first, he started with the living room and kitchen, slowly walking forward and making sure to check his corners.

Seeing nothing, he continued forward, eventually making it past the kitchen and into the dining room, which was also empty.

Not even bothering to check the garage, he turned around and crept toward the other two rooms.

Starting with the one at the end of the hall, he raised the crowbar and slowly pushed the door open, revealing a bathroom.

Sighing, he motioned over to the last room and took a deep silent breath, and pushed it open, before gagging at the sight that awaited him.

Three rotting corpses with dried blood and brain matter coating the walls.

A pistol was in one of the corpse's hands.

A triple suicide, or possible homicide.

Slowly walking over and grabbing the gun, he left the room and closed the door, he walked back into the woman's bedroom, and moved a chest into the front of the door and a dresser in front of the window, blocking himself in.

Sighing, he checked the magazine of the gun, finding it to have only four bullets left.

Reinserting the magazine, he laid the pistol on the bed's nightstand and lay down.

It had been a long day, and he needed rest.