"uuagh" my back hurts, this trash bin seriously has to much glass bottles in it, i lightly open my eyes only to be greeted by semi-transparent and glittering white eyes.

   "oh its you... the heroine girl"...."watcha want?"

  -"oh if it isn't Mr.pedo, nothing much just your life, so how about you hand it over"

   "im not sure what your talking about... but it was clearly a necessary to kill the MC"

  -"im not sure what you mean by MC... stop calling me heroine! my name is serien and my only intention is to kill you!"

   "your still a ghost"

  -"ha ha hahahh" " i leveled up and bacame a wraith now excuse me as i steal your body"

  Three hours passed like that, maybe due to my high intelligence she was unable to take over my body, it appears her energy ran out since she fainted in here.

 I guess its fine to just leave here there, i need to get hunting since my stats have been static for quiet awile.

  "status"

Name: Uriel         Lvl.5 Last Name: Sparks Strength: 30-40 Stamina: 50 Dexterity: 12.5 Evolution Pts: 28/100 Race: Undead Type: Zombie(hunter) Skills:Crush, Sneak, Infect, Track, ESP:Sense Human Title:Undead Awakens

  "Ahhhhh" so unfair, i guess only main characters get preferantial treatment, i mean its been a week since i woke up as a zombie yet last time a saw a human lord kill a zombie commander with his bare hands. As for me i'm being called a pedo by a ghost for hunting children. I guess i'll try aiming for an enchancer or as i heard human who can use special powers call themselves. My self esteem is on the floor.

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  Another loud night, various humans were combating a normal hoard of zombies at the front of a grocery store, and at the same time they sneaked supplies through the back of the building. I was carefully observing the humans abilities. A normal young man was making very nimble movements, dodging zombies one after another, beside him a girl dual wielding two millitary knifes sliced the neck of one zombie after another, aside from them a middle aged man wearing a black hood was punching a zombie after another with his black brass knuckles.

  "A cool group" by myself i don't stand a chance. I look around trying to find some camarades to recruit, however all i see is a stupid looking runner.

 However a lightbulb pops above my head. I almost forgot im not a normal zombie, on my waist theres a gun i took from a dead body. The humans are carefully guarding the entrance to the grocery store, besides them a metal cage holding propane canisters. "hehehe" good normally to purchase a canister one has to see the cashier and they would come outside with a key to get you a canister after you pay for it. However thoes poor unsuspecting humans would never expect a hunter zombie to be able to use a gun.

  -"hey gary are you almost done? me and Alice are getting exhausted already, plus that damn stranger you picked up is going crazy over hear with his brass knuckles"

  *Bang**Bang**Bang*

  -"Gary! were being shot at!"

  -"What! hurry take cover"

  Shielded by the nights sky i continue my attack, my hands tremble as i try to control my grip since i don't want to break the gun causing me to miss three shots

  *Bang*

  *BOOOOM*

  "AHHHH* They, not paying attention to their surroundings enough hid behind the propane canister containers, however once they blew up they instantly died.

  "pffft" I cant help but laugh at their stupidity.

  -"guys whats wrong!??"

   The guy gary walks out the store hold plastic bags filled with beef jerky, but upon seeing the situation droped the bags and ran pack inside.

  -"Shit! WTF!" Ahh gota get out of here. the car is loaded i'll just leave since they are dead already!

  As he ran to the emergancy exit in the back he almost triped but regained his balance and held onto the door, swinging it open he makes a run towards a White van, the door is slided open and a large amount of supplies are forcefully stuffed inside, however the front seats are cleared. Sitting on the front seat he desperately tries to start the car and *Cliche Scene* A Gray hand breaks right through the glass and holds onto his neck, breaks it and it ends, and of course that hand belonged to me.

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