After the bright light, I arrived at my future apartment, my hypothesis of the place where I teleport matters became invalid since I landed on the same spot.

I stood in place and analyzed my apartment since it was not safe. This is a world where zombies roamed free! You need to be on constant alert! It was exhausting but thrilling as well...

The place was still the same as I left it, with the wardrobe blocking the door with a massive hole in the middle of the closet with claw marks around the hole. I looked through the hole and saw a zombie standing in the hallway, thanks to the dim light from a broken window. It seems that it was morning as well as in the past — a good thing to take into account.

The zombie began to sniff into the air and slowly came towards me. Shit, the zombie still detected me. I had the idea of having a pungent odor plant made into a paste and sprayed it on top of my body to camouflage my odor. But it seemed that the concept was not bright enough for these fucking zombies. The zombie detected a strange smell and decided to investigate waddling towards me.

Shit! I am a moron! What kind of plant would grow in this apocalyptic world? Of course, the zombie would look confused as fuck and also would be curious about that strange smell!

While I was criticizing myself for being dumb as fuck, the zombie passed approximately the 15 meters mark of my door and looked right at me. He stood a half-second in place and began to scream a top of his lungs and began sprinting towards me.

I decided to wait for the zombie to hit the door while putting all my strength holding the wardrobe in place.

...

BANG!

The fucking zombie almost tilted the wardrobe; it was a good thing that I was holding in place.

He decided that it was a good idea to use his head as a ramming head like one of those siege weapons. So his head was exposed being in the middle of the hole of the wardrobe, I waited for a second to adjust into my striking pose and hit it hard.

..

CRACK!

And no more noise after that...I panted and dropped on the floor. Afterward, I began to throw up.

I know, I know! This was a fucking zombie! I don't need to feel bad! But this is not a fucking rabbit; this is a thing similar to a human!

I don't know how I will be able to kill another human being. I hope I don't need to do it personally, maybe some of the natives here will gladly do it for me? IDK.

After cleaning my mouth with some clean water, I began to clean my weapon too. I need a better grip, and the blood dripping into the handle is not helping. Afterward, I dried my bat with a rag I had in my bag.

I moved the wardrobe, opened the door, dragged the body inside my room, and quickly closed the door because I made quite a noise. I think these zombies are sensitive to sound and smell.

Once alone with the putrefactive body, I swallowed my vomit in my mouth and began inspecting it. Know your enemy is one of the essential rules for survival. So I began to examine his head with a pair of discard gloves that I brought out of the medkit I brought along.

The eyes were dim, almost like he was blind. The ears and nose were averages looking except that they didn't have any hair in them; maybe that helped them to enhance their senses? IDK. I guess they are a lot of scientist here who know zombies far better than me.

I carefully opened his mouth with a piece of wood that fall from the hole of the door. Meticulously so I don't cut myself with his teeth. I saw all the regular human teeth, but they were a lot sharper than healthy teeth. The wood began to crack, and I quickly finished examing his mouth.

Next was the neck, the weak point of all vertebrates creatures of the world. Maybe they have it protected somehow? Perhaps the evolution or regression of these zombies took into account that weakness in their system and tried to protect it.

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My assumption was right, his neck looked covered in little fish-like scales, and under it was a bulge. My curiosity gained on me. I decided to slowly cut it open if it were gas or an explosion; I would go back to the past immediately.

I slowly cut it open with my swiss knife, and it revealed a little black crystal, the size of a thumb. It was dim but odd-looking. While I was examining that crystal, my tattoo began to shine, as it was calling me. I looked at it curiously while it was flickering. So I decided to approach the crystal to the center of the tattoo.

Immediately the crystal converted into dust, and a "59%" prompt popped up from the center of the tattoo.

Shit, so one crystal of this is equal to 10% of energy for my tattoo? That's not a lot for a freaking running fill disease zombie. Anything to stop popping up fuse boxes in Brooklyn, right? They have enough problems already to add that into the equation.

After my small discovery, I began to look at his extremities; their nails were long and sharp looking. They seemed capable of slashing metal if they had enough time. His feet were average looking, with no claws or anything — just filthy feet.

I checked it's reproductive parts, and they were in a state of putrefaction, so there is no danger about these things reproducing at least.

After I finished with my little play as a doctor, I slowly began to cut up the stomach of the zombie. That took me around 30 minutes between swallowing my vomit in my throat and hyperventilating for seeing so much blood for the first time.

After I completed my "operation," I finally founded a fix for my past mistake, the smell. It detected me from my smell before it even heard me or saw me. Besides, it looked pretty lazy when it was in the sun; it moved slowly. Maybe on the outside is safer now? I checked the window, and they were fewer zombies outrages than before. All the zombies looked pretty dumb, staring at the sun like flowers. Maybe that's why their eyesight got so shit, haha.

So if my assumption were correct, at night, it would be like hell broke loose. So if you are inside the buildings, you need to be careful of the remaining zombies inside, since they don't have light to make them slow — a good thing to know.

So now I fixed the smell issue? Simple, I used his guts and put them on my shoulders and smeared blood on my clothes. That should mask my odor pretty nicely. At least to allow me to sneak by some of them.

It was not pleasant to do that, not at all. But I had to do it for my safety.

, I exited the room as silent as possible and began to look around the hallway. All the doors were open, some of them looked brute-forced as like someone kicked them. I cautiously looked around some of the apartments; they were almost empty and destroyed as mine. A couple of them had sci-fy looking technology, but they were not working. Like a self-adherent clock to a wall that stuck at a date or kitchen appliances that looked cool, but I had no way of turning them on.

I grabbed a couple of clocks that were portables, a lamp tiny that fitted my pocket that didn't have enough of bright light and a lighter that looked like a flame, but it was like a combination of different types of lasers — really cool gadgets. I don't plan to sell them, only to collect them first.

In the 4th apartment, I found a zombie in the kitchen. It began to sniff in my direction, looking confused and then ignored me. I released my breath of the tension; I quickly adjusted and struck him in the back, breaking his head against the kitchen floor. I retrieved the crystal and kept it on my backpack. I don't plan to use it again on my tattoo. Maybe they have another use here in the future.

I quickly searched on the whole floor. I founded another two zombies that were as easy to kill as the last one. But the last one never broke eye contact with me; he suspected of me even when he died. Rest in peace, Mr. Zombie, your crystal will be used with the utmost respect.

Did I feel bad for killing zombies? Yes and no. Yes, because I was killing human beings with slightly different ADN and NO because they were freaking zombies trying to kill me and eat my flesh. Let just say that my training was worth it.

After exploring the whole floor, I began descending the stairs as quiet as possible, also looking for those motherfucking glass bottles between steps. I found none; I think people in the future don't litter as much as in the past! Who figured!

I began to hear noises and banging against a door. I looked over the corner and saw five zombies hitting, slashing, and beating against a metal door. Why was a metal door only on this floor and that apartment? I have no clue, but this is not the time to think that!

I need to save the people inside that place, at least to gain some intel from this world. It is a risky move, but it is just what I need, and I just need to take it.

Now how to engage five mad zombies without dying?