As much I wanted to test my interdimensional bag, I didn't want to hunt another fuse box so quickly.

Anyway, now I had my tattoo powered up, what was next?

Let's recap, I now could transport myself to the future to somewhere that dates at least from 2078, so it's at least 60 years more advanced than our world.

But somehow all went to shit and now are zombies everywhere, the virus seems to be contagious from one specimen to the other, but not from the air, so I'm safe.

Because if it were not like that, I would most likely be already infected. Or maybe I'm already I'm, and the incubation of the virus is weeks long. Oh well, only time will tell.

Not use to worry about something I can't cure or control. Let's get working on stuff I can do.

I remembered that when I used the ability of the tattoo, I appeared on the same spot in the future, maybe I need to test it next time doing it from another place of the apartment.

Now the important stuff, what I wanted to do in the future? Literally haha.

Well, if they are 60 years more advanced, the technology there would look like we are in the stone age. If I could make a patent and sell it, I could be wealthy for life! But...that would be dangerous, how can a regular 20-ish guy obtain alien technology and sell it? Shit, the Government would lock me up and torture me for answers... No thanks, Uncle Sam.

Think Adam Think!!!

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I got it! If the situation looked so wrong with zombies and shit, people would gladly do anything for food! And those precious metals like Silver, Gold, Emerald, and all those people hoarder all their life is meaningless!

I will go to the future, exchange food for gold/jewelry, and then come back home! After that, I will use that money to fund my own company with a lot of security to present this technology with self-destruct features if someone wants to replicate them!

Oh, Adam, you are a genius! I know Adam, I know.

Yes, I developed a habit of talking to myself as I don't have any friends and I live alone, sue me!

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That's cool and all, but how can I defend myself in an apocalyptic world with no weapons or skills?

I don't have money to buy a gun form Wallmart I have my expenses counted with only room for 30 or 40 extras bucks if I reduce my dinner sometimes.

I could take a loan, but I don't want to leave a paper trail behind me to allow people to ask questions... I could go to a shady loaner, but those are more trouble than they are worth...

Well, I will have to make use of what I got to defend in the apocalyptic world, no risk, no gain.

I began to search my apartment; it was a quick search because I kept my stuff organized and also because I'm poor as fuck and I don't have a lot of shit.

The results were the following:

-> One old aluminum bat for intruders

-> One old discharged taser (currently charging)

-> One old sofa

I listed the sofa...because I only had that for defense, I could use the cushions of the sofa as self-made bitting sleeves for zombies. I know it is not the best, but I do what I can with what I got. Plus, I need to use those 20 or 30 bucks to buy tape, glue, and other materials to make it sturdier.

So I have an aluminum bat for close combat against zombies/humans and also a short-range taser for humans.

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Shit...That's not a lot, but it had to do.

I thought of making the trip to the future as soon the armor was made but decided to remain calm and use my fucking brain.

I have no rush to go there. I mean, I know I want to go as soon as possible to have a change in my monotonous and boring life, but that doesn't mean I'm a suicidal kid. I leave that job for other people to contribute to human overpopulation.

So what would I do? Easy, train with the weapon of my choice — the mighty aluminum baseball bat. I then proceed to go to the library where you can use a computer for hours and began to look at routines to train with the bat — striking methods and also stamina training programs.

As you know, striking with a blunt weapon use a lot of effort, that without taking in the account wearing a heavy self-made armor made from an old sofa.

I went to that library for one week in a row; it was a difficult thing to do with two jobs, one of my jobs was flipping burgers and the other one moving stuff in a warehouse. But the good thing about those jobs that were no-brainers so you can do your job automatically while thinking about other things. Like thinking where to hit with a baseball bat and how much force has enough to apply to crush a skull without wasting necessary energy or using the least possible movements.

Thank god I wasn't the only one looking weird shit on the computer in that place, gotta love NY and freaky fetishes. I swear I saw a dude jerking off gazing at a catalog of woman feet, man I can't wait to get out of this place ASAP.

I finished making my routine of training for using the bat and the stamina training.

I would start my day waking up, having a good healthy breakfast and then went running across the neighbor. Not a lot of people would do this because of the danger, what you don't know if you don't carry expensive shit you are not a target. That includes your sneakers that most people don't pay attention to, but here is an essential key to staying good with everyone. Even if they know you, if you were expensive footwear, even your neighbor would try to steal from you if you are not careful enough.

Well, after going running across the neighbor, I would go to flipping burgers, and on my break, I would utilize that moment to train with a piece of stick that I carry on my locker for training. It was similar to a wood bat, albeit a lot more ugly and with a lot more splinters.

I would train for about 40 minutes behind the dumpster near my work, clean my sweat with a towel from my home, spray some deodorant, eat a massive salad with chicken, and continue my work. Then I would go to the warehouse, where I would focus on making my movements steady and slow as possible in order not to injure myself. My supervisor was annoying me telling me to hurry up, but I didn't take that advice at the hearth, because only orphans desperate as me will work here for that little pay, not even illegal Mexicans would work here. They preferred construction works; their payment is a lot better, but the conditions a lot worse, but hey, illegals don't have a choice. I did, but not so much because money gives you the ability to choose.

After my two jobs, I would go to my apartment and continue my bat training combining with endurance training. The good thing is that all the neighbors were adapted to tolerate screaming, hittings, and noise at any given time since this place overpopulated with kids and people with no inner voice whatsoever.

So I could jump, train, and even hit the wall for a target. I stopped doing that as the card box walls destroyed in 2 hits.

I continue with that scheme of doing that with one change at the end of the 3rd month. They fired me from the flipping burgers restaurant; it seems that one of my coworkers was curious about what I was doing in my lunch break behind the dumpster.

So she went and found me doing my routine, and she filmed me and posted on Instagram with the caption saying, "Don't try to rob here! Even the flip-burgers can kick yo asss!! LMAO!"

The video went viral, and the company fired me since I was wearing their uniform and representing their image in a lousy way hitting with imaginary targets.

The good thing was that they paid me in advance all my rest of the week, the bad thing is I don't have enough money now for paying my expenses two weeks from now.

Another good thing is that I have more time to train and I can finally have an excuse to go to the future.

Oh, and the "armor" was stiff and protective. I used a lot of cushions and even some wood from the sofa as support. I had one in each of my arms and legs. I wish I could train with this armor on the street to prepare my self with the weight. But I didn't want to bring more attention, with that video was enough.

I would train the bat and stamina routines at my home wearing my armor, so it helped but was static as fuck.

I saved a little more than 100 dollars and decided to buy a good backpack for 50 dollars and 50 dollars of supplies like canned food and other tasty stuff to tempt the people of the future.

So after three months of training, I was finally ready to go to the future to follow my destiny.

I was all equipped and ready, even with a little surprise and experiment in my backup to try, I placed myself on the corner of my apartment near the bathroom and said in a low:

"Destiny is fated to come to me."

A bright light covered me and made possible the so awaited travel towards riches and destiny.