- No-o-o!!! - scared cry knocked out of me all unnecessary thoughts.

After mental "close" inscriptions disappeared and I rushed to the door. In corridor I witnessed unusual scene just a couple metres from my door. Some guy crushed to the floor one girl.

- Hey, guy, can you at first make a better privacy? It's morning now!

Instead of answering, he grabbed the girl's hand dug his teeth into her forearm.

- What the hell!? One more crazy guy? - without thinking twice I grabbed him by the scruff and dragged him away from the girl. He began to get up awkwardly. But when he turned to me... I realize that I wrongly classified this creature.

It was a typical zombie in front of me.

It's typical because I often observed such creature, but because it's how zombies were described in culture. Bloody, wide-open mouth; thoughtless eyes; pale skin.

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Everything as a template.

His hands reached out to me. But before he reached me, I stepped back, turn around and literally flew at my room. Zombie followed me slowly. But as soon as he entered my room, wooden round stick - baseball bat - met with his face. Unpleasant crunch. Zombie stuttered.

But it didn't last long - the reverse swing of the bat help his neck to turn to unnatural angle, after that the soulless body smoothly sank to the ground.

Some words ran in front of my eyes immediately.

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< Experience: +1 >

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Now i understand the meaning of that frame with characteristics. But why does HE want to do this? Because of his whims? Boring?

I was pulled out thinking by moans in the corridor. I went to the girl and asked: - Are you fine?

In response girl lifted her face up... not human face anymore.

The same empty eyes and opened mouth.

- It seems this infection transmitted with blood. But don't worry, I'll treat you. - with powerful swing I crushed her neck.

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< Experience: +1 >

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The same word. I said to myself: "window, open!... stats!... characteristics!... Statistics!" after last word the frame appeared in front of my eyes. Value of Experience changed as I thought:

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< Experience: 2/3 >

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I wonder what will happen I get another one exp?

Another scream came from further part of corridor.

- It seems that someone else needs help.