Ding! The elevator door opened, and another dozen or so zombies turned their heads to him.
With a bit more confidence this time, he threw the meat to the face of the nearest zombie.
The zombies rushed towards the fresh bloody meat and he took advantage to run towards his car.
He took most of the meat he had in stock, throwing them in opportune times until he reached his precious baby.
His car was actually a bulky-awesome-manly SUV model Monster 931. Most people would think he'd own sexy sports cars like the Leopard.
He was a bit of a macho and he liked larger cars, unlike his pretty boy image.
By the time the meat was gone he was already inside the car.
"Whew…" he mumbled, resting on the very comfortable upholstered chair of his car with its ergonomic design and breathable fabric.
He looked at the unchanged interior of his baby with a smile. "Forever reliable, yes you are…" he said, wiping the headboard, the backseats, and the wheels.
And finally, after taking a short breather, he turned on the engine. He reversed the car and stepped on the gas—
Thump!
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]
"Oh?"
It quickly dawned on him at what he just hit and his eyes brightened.
After that, he headed to his target location, running over zombies and gained experience and copper by the way.
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience]
[+5 Copper, +5 Experience..
The road had been much smoother ever since.
This car, hereby referred to as Barbara, was a top of the line monster he bought with most of his dividends from the company.
Not only did it run fast and smooth, it had a strong bodice, and quiet engine. It was like he bought this car for the apocalypse.
Except when there were road blockages that he had to crash towards, he was basically unimpeded and unaffected by the chasing zombies for a good hour (gaining some experience as he went) until he finally neared the border of the city.
He looked at the back mirror and saw that there were still scores of zombies running after him.
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He took out the counter bell he stole and threw it out of the car. The small sound was enough to distract the remaining zombies for a few seconds. It was enough for him to maneuver an escape.
Well, sort of. After all, there were still plenty of zombies in the suburbs.
Fortunately, it was much calmer and even with the new zombies running after him, he felt very calm. He found zombies a little cute now.
Sure enough, only huge cars were real cars.
He happily ran over zombies as he stared at his stats.
[STATS:
Name: Ansel Witt
Age: 23
Level: 1 (165/1000)
Life: 165/200
Spirit: 45/200
Physical: 42
Agility: 35
Attack: 21
Defense: 17
Mana: 100
Physical Potential: S
Mental potential: A+
Skills:
Active: None
Passive: None
Elemental Affinity: Fire
Titles: None
Overall rank: A
Current Status: Weakened. ]
[EQUIPMENT LIST
Head:None
Ears: None
Body: Wool Suit, Cotton Polo +0 Defense
Arms: None
Legs: Wool Pants +0 Defense
Hands: Gun +Attack indeterminate
Feet: leather shoes +1 Defense, +0 Agility ]
[WEALTH: 43 gold, 0 silver, 410 copper]
He wondered what would happen if his Spirit turned 0? Would his soul fly out of his body?
Well, he decided not to know by experience.
After running past the suburbs, he arrived at a relatively abandoned highway. Even if there were zombies, they were few and sparse. Even if they get to him, they would be blocked by the car.
After driving for a bit, he found a place to park his car and get a power nap, at least.
[19:44:53]
He was woken up by the sound of gunshots not far from him. At first, he was annoyed, but soon his eyes showed a tinge of interest.
After all, such noisy guns were really old school, discontinued all the way to before he was born. Did someone use antiques to defend himself?
Then again, old guns were better than no guns, so this dude was definitely better off than others.
Curiously, he looked over at their direction and eventually found the action. He also saw a huge middle-aged man apparently losing bullets and used it as a hammer instead.
Although he was not naive enough to save a person because of kindness—he was someone who was kidnapped once—this dude had been the only survivor he'd seen after so long.
Not to mention such a brave real man like this one. He decided to help out by pressing the horn to distract the zombies, attracting about half of the zombies to him.
Then, he proceeded to drive away.
Sadly a few minutes later there was a huge blockage in front of him.
It was a deciduous tree felled by a truck. Just as he stared at the obstruction and pondered on what to do, Ansel heard a breathless shout behind him.
"I'll help you if you help me!" It was that guy. "PLEASE!" He yelled as he swung his hoe (where did that come from?) to the head of the zombie.
Knowing there was little choice, Ansel just sighed and made a backing, crushing a lot of the zombies, earning him a bit of experience again. At this rate it wouldn't be long until he reached level 2.
The man didn't wait for the surviving zombies to stand up, he quickly killed them and jumped in the car.
"Please make a backing. There's an alley on the right. I've been there and the road is clear!"
Now that he noticed, the man has a mellow voice and he was also very soft spoken, totally incongruent with his muscular body.
He followed the instructions and, indeed, they found a clear road.
Several minutes of silence passed before either of them spoke up.
"Thank you." The older man said, taking out a few bolts of silver. "This is half of my earnings so far. Please take it."
Ansel was not polite and took the few bits of silver. Of course, his willingness to pay definitely added favorability to his direction.
[Received! +12 silver]
“My name is Tom. I live a few blocks from here.”
“Ansel.” He just answered. "Where do you get off?" He asked, with a friendly tone, in his standard anyway.
The man paused, thinking. "Where are you heading?"
"Z city."
"Can I go with you? My brother's family is in Mocci Town." Mocci was a town under the jurisdiction of Z city. "I will pay you with all the copper I have. I have 100 so far."
Ansel did not agree immediately. Instead, he looked back at the man’s performance from before. "You're already level 1 as well?"
"Yes."
He nodded. "Okay, but I won't protect you, and you better not hold me back."
"Of course, of course!"
Anseñ looked at the relatively clear roads ahead with a smile.
Ignoring the sparse zombie population, it was as if he could see the person he wanted to see at the end of the road.
Wait for me, Althea.