Kain woke up with a pounding headache and a sore back. Groaning he opened his eyes to see a gray cement wall in front of his face. Rubbing his eyes and looking around he found himself in a small room with 3 gray cement walls and steel bars across a opening leading to a bland white hall way. Nodding to himself he rolled over and snuggled his head back into his scratchy blanket.
Wait... bars? His room didn't have steel bars, ….. or gray cement walls. Groaning he rolled out of the bed, swinging his legs off of what he now realized was a small cot. Cursing he immediately yanked them back away from the cold embrace of the cement evil they called a floor.
He glared at the floor, and it glared back at him, rather smugly to, in his opinion. Sighing and giving up on out staring the inanimate object he gritted his teeth and got to his feet, wincing from the cold. Stepping up to the bars he peered up and down the hall way, seeing it was just a plain white tiled floor and ceiling hallway. Cells lined the left side of the hallway going to the left, while the right led to a white painted metal door.
Banging from the door drew his attention before a disheveled looking sheriff ran in. He has older maybe 40 or 50 ad a beer belly and a sheriffs hat's like ricks sitting slightly askew on his head. Seeing me looking at me he hurried over, "Here son," he all but shouted, nearly throwing a key ring full of keys at him, "get your and the rest of the cells open, were going to try to hold these things off," he shouted running back down the hall and back out of the door.
Blinking in confusion Kain just stared at the place he had been standing in for a moment wondering what the hell was going on, until the events of the past couple of (hours? Days?) came rushing back to him. His dying, meeting God(what a dick), having his life be turned into a game to entertain the aforementioned dick, and then that same dick sending him to a zombie infested hellhole with the rather vague goal of "saving the human race," or "defeating the zombie menace".
A series of several slightly muffled thunderclaps and a short cut off scream from behind the door the sheriff had bustled threw served to both draw him from his thoughts, and galvanized him into action. Fumbling slightly he brought the first key on the ring up to the lock, quickly inserting and twisting the key in the lock. No dice on that one so he moved onto the next, finally getting the lock to click open after the 7th key.
The banging and screaming behind the door had gone quiet, which didn't exactly seem to bode well to him. Rushing down the hallway and checking the cells as he went, he didn't find anyone until the last cell, finding two women in rather revealing clothing in the last cell, pressed up against the steel bars and looking panicked. "Here, back off from the bars and I'll get them open" he shouted.
They quickly did just that hurriedly backing away from the bars. Quickly going threw the combination kain was on his third try when the door at the end of the hall banged open. Whirling around he saw a young guy with a police uniform standing there, covered in blood and just staring at him. Staring at him a new screen popped up,
TECHNIQUE "OBSERVE" ACTIVATED
ZOMBIE OF THE LAW- A ZOMBIE WHO WAS A SHERRIF OR A SHERRIFS DEPUTY IN HIS LIFE, WHEN HE WAS ALIVE HE PURSUED THOSE WHO BROKE THE LAW. NOW HE PURSUES THE LIVING FOR A LESS BEGNIGN REASON.
LV-3
HP-200
MP-20
STR-10
END-5
DEX- 3
INT- 1
CHA-0
WIS-1
LUC-0 (THE DEAD HAVE NO LUCK, OBVIOUSLY)
Gulping and taking a step back Kain stared at the literal dead man walking before him, taking in his blood soaked form, looking at his neck and right shoulder he could see where chunks had been torn from his body. Carefully he handed the keys to the cell to the two women in the cell, never taking his eyes off of the zombie in front of him.
The zombie for it's part was starring intently towards him, with a noise between a growl and a whine emitting from it's mouth. Shifting backwards a half step Kain brought his hands up into a half block position. The two women babbling at each other and with the keys at the lock.
Kain wasn't sure if it was his movement or the women's babbling but the next thing he new a sound like a dogs whining but louder split the air and the zombie started shambling at him at a speed a little faster than a quick walk, snarling, slavering, and waving it's arms before it. Before Kain could panic though a calm cold feeling flowed threw him, and time almost seemed to slow down for him, the information that his observe technique and the way the zombie was moving flashing threw his head in what felt like a millisecond.
A second after that he made his decision, if he let the thing hit him the way it was going with it's flailing arms and gnashing jaws it would drag him down when it crashed into him and take a chunk out of him. So instead Kain took two steps forward and lead off with a superman punch into the things head knocking it onto it's back howling and flailing.
Critical 40 damage floated up before his vision but he ignored it in favor of slamming his foot into the creatures right knee, causing a cracking sound to permeate the air. A -10 flashing before his vision. Not giving the abomination time to recover, he began hitting it with a flurry of blows and kicks to the stomach, legs, and torso, avoiding it's falling limbs as he did so.
Various alerts for -10-15 flashed before his vision every time he struck the creature, until after his eighth or ninth blow the creature shuddered and then went still. A small + 15 exp briefly flashing before his vision. Breathing hard and flushed he took a half step back before a muffled clang behind him had him spinning around with his hands raised and a block up.
It proved to only be the two startled women from the cell, the clang had been them opening the cell, the bars sliding back into the wall when they pushed it open. Calming down slightly Kain too a deep breath before nodding at the two, getting short jerky nods in return. He was about to turn back to face the door when one of them spoke, a short red headed girl, face covered in freckles and with several ear piercings.
"Did you kill it" she asked hesitantly, "is it really dead?" "Yeah" he nodded jerking his head towards the dead (again) lawmen "I think I got him." "So, what now" the other girl, a short brunet with green highlights in her hair and two silver face piercings, (one in her lip, the other in her nose) asked? Kain blinked, why were they asking him? He had just literally only just got here, hell, he didn't even know where here was.
"I don't know, why are yall asking me for?" he asked confused, she blinked at that before both her and her friend turned and looked at the dead man on the ground. "well," the red head started, "the cop let you out first, and you did kill that thing, so we just figured you might have an idea about what to do now, I guess." she muttered, seemingly unable to tear her gaze from the dead corpse (dead again corpse?)
Oh, well that did actually make sense now that he actually thought about it, of course they would expect him to know what to do, he would to in their position. Scratching his head he turned to face the door again, and sighing made his way gingerly over the dead body, and to the metal door at the end of the hall.
Peering threw a small window set in the center of the door he saw a clear white hallway much the same as the room he was in, with the small exception of small red splotches of blood dotting the areas just in front of the door. Pushing the door open a bit he turned and motioned the two girls forward, which they did, grimacing slightly to themselves as they stepped over the dead fellow on the floor.
"I don't see anything out there right know" Kain began, still peering threw the window at the hallway beyond the door, "do either of you two know the way out of here?" "Yeah" the brunet said, "if you go left it leads to a emergency exit, and the armory, and evidence lockup, the hallway on the right leas to the second floor of the building, where the offices are.
Alright then, that made things easier then, them not having to crawl threw the main areas would make getting out of here a lot easier. "okay, lets head for the exit then, see if we cant get away from this area, maybe find a safe zone or somewhere this hasn't reached yet. While kain knew that was unlikely, given the world he was in he didn't know how fast the zombie virus had spread, so maybe there would be some safe zones set up where they could go to hide for awhile.
Or at the very least, until he could figure out a little bit about how his gaming power actually worked, and how bad this infection was right now. It would have been the perfect plan too, if the redhead hadn't popped his bubble. His sweet shiny happy bubble of bubbly goodness, with her harsh harsh dirty words.
"Wherever we go, were going to need to get there pretty soon, the last radio broadcast said that the army guys were pulling back from the area until they could be reinforced, and that was two days ago." "So far, we haven't heard a peep since then, and from what we just saw things must be pretty damn bad if the cops are getting turned into these things too."
Well, damn, there went his brilliant plan to run to the safety of the army and their large guns of zombie slayingness. Wait how long had this been going on anyway? Turning to face the two he asked just that, the reply was not something he particularly wanted to hear. Apparently this kind of thing had started off as a isolated series of incidents but had quickly gotten bigger until it was as bad as it was now, apparently bad enough to have started killing cities.
That reminded him, were the heck was he, anyway? That question seemed to throw them both for a loop if the strange looks he got was any indication. Although he was pretty sure the look he had on his face was even weirder when they told him he was in Louisiana. Why the hell was he here? He grew up in Ohio, this was basically the farthest from what he knew as he could get, Ohio had hills, not swamps!
A voice brought him out of his brief metal breakdown/rant. "ey, hey, you hear me in there?" oh, red head was talking again, to him, he should probably listen then. "yeah, sorry I was miles away from here for a minute." "Riiight, well, uh, thanks for saving us and all, but, uh, no offense, but with your zoning out and stuff, I think me and my buddy might be better off alone, so uh, see ya I guess?" she finished a little bit lamely, but with a determined look in her eyes.
"Oh, yeah, um, if that's what you want then I guess, but are you sure?" " I mean it's probably going to be safer if we actually stick together." "yeah, no uh, I think we'll be fine" she replies, looking at him slightly suspiciously. Wait suspicio... ohhhhh, apparent crazy guy who just beat a zombie to death in front of them, who keeps being surprised where he was and had no idea what had been going on in the world, things that are considered pretty much common information for most people.
Yeah they probably thought he was some kind of crazed junky or something, out to rape murder and eat their eyeballs. He wouldn't want to be around someone matching that description either he decided, he liked his eyeballs after all, in fact, you could say he was downright attached to them.
So nodding his head at them he stepped out into the hallway and let them pass him, which they did quickly red leading the way with brunet watching him as they walked up the hallway and out the emergency exit door, hanging off its frame down the hallway. Wanting to give them a few minutes to let them get away without thinking he was following them he walked down to the hallway to wait for them to leave,... and then passed in front of the armory door, a door that was locked tightly and was made of steel, a door that he would never normally be able to budge, a door guarding a room full of useful things in a zombie apocalypse, and a room that he was fairly sure he had a key to.
Twelve keys later he managed to find the one that matched the lock and opened the stalwart steel guardian. What he found inside damn near brought a tear to his eye, there sitting in the vault of a room were 4 rows of six lockers apiece, with a further 4 lockers set against the back wall, in in those lockers he could see guns, guns, and more guns. Were it not for the strange force that seemed to force him to be calm and not lose his mind he may have fallen to his knees cackling madly right there and then.
As it was he merely went to grab a duffel bag before a thought struck him with the force of a flying ice cream truck. His life was a video game now! Which made him a video game character, and video game characters got inventories! Inventories where they put things so they didn't have to carry all of them!
Grinning madly Kain cleared his throat and called out "Inventory," and was rewarded by the space in front of his face being occupied by a new window with small square boxes in them and INVENTORY happily stamped across the top. This time nothing could restrict his mad laughter and the room soon echoed with it as he stated grabbing guns ammo and riot Armour in frenzy and shoving them into his inventory space. A space that just seemed to be making more boxes as he filled it up! At that discovery even more mad laughter issued fourth from him!
After both his cackle fit and loot frenzy had passed Kain considered what to do, due to his (apparently) unlimited loot space, and his aforementioned loot frenzy, he was now up 25 suits of riot Armour, 35 AR assault rifles, 20 Remington riot shotguns, 40 nine millimeter pistols, and 2 Dragunov sniper rifles.
Bringing up his inventory he read a description of each.
AR ASSAULT RIFLE- A DECENT RIFLE WITH A THIRTY ROUND MAGAZINE AND TAC RAILS TO ATTACH EITHER A SCOPE OR A UNDERSLUNG ADD ON.(GRENADE LUANCHER, UNDERSLUNG SHOTGUN, ETC,) DAMAGE- 15-25
REMINGTON RIOT SHOTGUN- A SHOTGUN USED TO COTROL CROWDS EQUIPPED WITH A TWELVE ROUND DRUM, A MAINSTAY IN MOST POLICE FORCES.
DAMAGE 30-45
NINE MILIMETER PISTOL- A ALL AROUND DECENT HANDGUN, WITH GOOD RANGE AND DEPENDABILITY. DAMAGE- 5-10
DRAGUNOV SNIPER RIFLE- A LONG RANGE SNIPER RIFLE USED BY SPECIAL FORCES, ESPECIALLY THE SPETSNAZ THAT IT WAS ORIGNALLY DESIGNED FOR.
DAMAGE 75-100
RIOT ARMOUR- ARMOUR USED BY SWAT AND BY POLICE OFFICERS AS PROTECTION AGIASNT RIOTING CROWDS OFFERS FULL BOY COVERAGE WHEN THE FACE PLATE HELMET IS EQUIPPED. ARMOUR RATING CHEST PLATE-15, LEGS-10, BOOTS-5, GLOVES-5. TOTAL ARMOUR RATING 35.
Kain was quite happy with the equipment he had looted and felt quite a bit better for having had it. He was a fair shot when he had to be, having a bit of hunting with his father and older brother on occasion. Still firearms would be a last resort for him until he knew more about the situation, seeing as the noise was liable to draw attention to him. Equipping the riot gear to himself and then a nine millimeter pistol he out on mag into the pistol and taped three more to his torso, in case he needed them in a hurry, and then set out to explore the rest of the police station.
…...
Kain had found the jackpot, he really had, thought in hindsight, a police station probably would end up being so. He had found several vials of morphine, antibiotics, gauze, and rolls of bandages, he had also found several police batons, and a couple of packs of chips and containers of pop. One of the batons had been equipped since with a damage of 15 it was pretty decent he figured. The fact that he hadn't found any others had nothing to do with it he decided to himself, nodding decisively as he had waled out of the front doors of the police station.
Upon his leaving he had been treated to the site of several on fire or overturned cars and a couple of chewed on corpses, and even one chewed on overturned on fire corpse. Deciding that that was not exactly a pleasant scene he had moved on, heading towards several large warehouses he had seen in the distance. A few minutes later he had been going up the road when he came upon a group of 4 zombies, stumbling around the road and searching for something to consume. Casting observe on the nearest on to him, a rather normal looking guy in a brown leather suit, a screen dutifully popped up informing him of it,s stats.
ZOMB-HE- A NORMAL MALE PERSON IN LIFE, AND SO HE SHALL BE A NORMAL (RELATIVLY SPEAKING) MALE ZOMBIE IN LIFE.
LV-1
HP-75
MP-0
STR- 7
END-1
DEX-2
INT-0
CHA-0
WIS-0
LUC-0 THE DEAD HAVE NO LUCK (OBVIOUSLY)
Wow, he thought to himself, blinking in slight bemusement, that thing was even more pathetic then the Zombie of the Law had been, and he had killed it pretty quickly. Advancing on the four he was pretty confident with himself, bringing his police baton to bear and whistling to draw there attention.
Well, he got that if their weird snarl thing and shuffling towards him was any sign, running forward he met the first, the man with the suit, with a hard bash to the front of the head, trying to will as much power into the strike as possible. He was rather surprised when a white aura flared down his arm to surround his baton, and even more so when the baton flashed out and completely smashed the zombies head.
78 CRITICAL floated before his vision briefly before disapering, to be replaced by the decaying face of a once businessman, now flesh eater, and he jerked back reflexively, taking a bit meant for his face on his unshielded hand instead. He screamed as the cracked rotting teeth dug into his hand and slugged the abomination with his other hand, channeling as much power as he could into the blow, and seeing a red aura surround his fist, before it launched the zombie off of him, dragging a good portion of flesh along with it.
Grimacing he grabbed his baton from where he dropped it, before spinning and striking the third zombie over the face, knocking it onto the ground, where it tripped the forth zombie with it. Turning he lashed out with his steel toed boot, a -10 flashing in front of his eyes before he charged the same attack as before into his baton and brought it down on it's head, again splitting it and getting another critical message before his eyes.
A message he promptly ignored in favor of giving the same treatment to the two zombies on the ground in a tangled pile of limbs. Baking away and breathing hard he examined his hand, seeing black veins running away from where the chunk of flesh had been ripped away, and a mix of red blood and black gunk leaked out from. A feeling of panic enveloped him as he saw this, panic that was not helped by the surge of white hot pain that shot up his arm into his chest from the wound.
Oh god, he thought desperately, what if he was infected know, could he be infected, he didn't want to die again, he didn't want to be a monster, he didn't want to... a wave of cooling calm fell over him suddenly and he calmed down immediately, and started thinking rationally again. Okay, in games you could check these things, status effects he remembered, in the menu, did he have menu?
Yes apparently he did, since when he called out for it it appeared like a faithful hound, quickly flipping to the section marked status he held his breath as a 3d model of him appeared with black flowing up his right arm. Holding his breath he panned his eyes over to his status effects and saw.
A/N... ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND I'M ENDING IT THERE GUYS AD GALS, SORRY, I WANTED TO GET MORE INTO THIS CHAPTER BUT 5 HOURS OF WRITING ABOUT A POLICE STATION AHS MANAGED TO DRIVE ME BATTY, SO I WILL SEE YOU GUYS NEXT TIME.
ENVY34 OUT!