Before going home, I dragged the 3rd and fourth zombies to a corner in the alleyway. I don't want to attract any unnecessary attention, so I started walking back home without forgetting to move silently. I got on the stairs, removed the mattress, and put it back after I entered.

I got inside my room. Now, to experiment, I got myself a cheap bag of off-brand chips from my collection, and I wasted no time to absorb it. I got another migraine, but it hurt a little less than the half eaten foot.

It appeared in my mind just like I expected; firstly, I wanted to find out how many times I could duplicate stuff. To answer my question, I had kept on copying the bag of chips a total of five times. I barely felt anything. I then continued to duplicate till I got a total of fifteen times, then I got a somewhat accurate measure of my capabilities.

I reckon I could duplicate the chips five more times before I would have to stop due to tiredness, so a total of twenty times. Now, why is that? Does this power use my stamina or fatigue to duplicate stuff? It certainly felt like it.

Secondly, I wanted to find out if the power depended on the type of item I was duplicating, meaning would it duplicate all the items that I absorb twenty times or only this bag of chips? To get the answer, I ripped out a large piece of wood from my door; it was already busted anyway, and I don't plan on staying here any longer.

I took the wood because I thought because it was made of only one material it would maybe be easier to duplicate, and I took a large piece to find out if size also plays a factor. I absorbed the wood and suffered another headache. One thing I noticed was that the more items I absorb, the less pain gets to absorb them.

I should make a mental note to absorb more items later. I started to duplicate the wood and just kept going for twenty times but surprisingly wasn't as tired as that as I would be, but no, I'm still certain with my estimate with the chips.

I reckon that I could duplicate the piece of wood ten more times and only be closer to reaching my limit.

The piece of wood was like half the door.

Which should explain how amazing this power is! Although I was happy with my discoveries, I had to leave soon or else I'll keep feeling like a sitting duck in the middle of an ocean full of hungry sharks, but before I left I absorbed my knife as well; it was still looking pretty good. It may not be as good for cooking as it was before, but it'll make me happy.

I absorbed it, got my fourth migraine today, and filled out my makeshift bag with some food and a variety of fabric. I got back on the street, gave a final solemn look to my home, and started walking.

I was certainly nervous and afraid; I felt like a baby chick who had grown and was finally leaving the nest, but instead of the free sky, I may most likely become a zombie or a zombie's dinner. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. Aiden, I'm still alive, and I plan on being alive, at least for today.

Tomorrow's stuff will be handled tomorrow, not today, so there's no point in being worried about it. I carefully got past the group of zombies at the corner of the street. Seeing the huge amount of blood and gore on the street and cars, somebody definitely won, and it's best to not disturb them.

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I'm sure if I'm going to sleep, I'll probably have nightmares about the horrendous noises these zombies make. Anyway, I managed to go undetected to the store and then spotted about two zombies, one in front and the other on the left side of the store facing left.

I sneaked to the first zombie and stabbed it in its left eye socket; it didn't die as I hoped it would, putting my arms against its face while it also grabbed my forearms. I pulled the knife out and stabbed in the middle of it's forehead. By some miracle, no other zombie heard its moans. Looking at my arms, I was grateful that I thought of covering myself.

I didn't go inside yet and instead tried to take out the other zombie nearby. It would likely smell the blood of the zombie I just killed and come here to take a look, which would block the front of the store, and by that time it would become harder for me to sneak up on it.

I got behind the zombie; it was still in a hunting position. I made sure to aim properly and stabbed it right in the middle of its skull.

It thankfully went down. The worst part about these zombies is that they don't feel pain, and because of that, they don't even think of stopping even after you've literally poked their eye out! Anyway, I got inside; the store definitely got a look by other people.

It looked abandoned, but there was still some useful stuff. A large camping bag, a sludge hammer, which I ditched the pan for, and a medical kit. I filled up the bag with the stuff that I was already carrying, then recycled and stored my old bag for some other purpose in the future.

Well, now that I've looted the shop, now what? My knife is good for killing zombies, but it can kill only one at a time, considering the fact that they don't feel pain, meaning that if I don't take them out at the first swing, I'm practically screwed. I only managed to be alive because I had my arms covered.

Not to mention the fact the zombies literally outnumber me a million to one; the knife simply won't do. I need something that would take multiple zombies out at once—maybe bombs? I mean, I can make those. I always kind of wanted too, not to hurt people, of course, but now that there aren't many people left, these zombies just might be really sick individuals.

I should be ashamed of myself for forgetting that, but I'm not. Why is that? Did my upgrowing really have an affect on me? I would like to say no, or at the very least mostly not. I always did what I had to do; I didn't always just give into the demands of people, that is always.

Anyway, I can't just spend my time standing here; I have to go now, but where to? You know what? I'm going to go to the gun store. The world has gone insane and is actively trying to kill me. I have to do something.

There is one gun store, something like half a mile away from here. It'll take me twenty minutes normally on foot, but it may take more if I try to avoid the zombies. I started walking and reached a corner of the street, and when I got past the corner,.

What is even happening anymore?! I instantly took cover behind the corner.