It has been a week since I have been in this underground compound. At first, it was what any and every man could dream of. There were many women. They look decent to above average and they gossip amongst themselves.

Which meant my bed prowess spread. This was fantastic news at first. It was something that I always wanted to happen. Like a dream come true, I was that Hugh Hefner and other men were jealous.

I felt like I was on top of the world. My ability was progressing at an incredible rate. I got to venture out and do a bit of hunting and training. I came back, ate good, slept good, and repeated.

Paradise.

Sadly, our minds are our worst enemies. In my case, I knew the primary reason why Miss Harper decided to screw me. Even though the factors of me being sexually attractive was a defining reason. The most important reason was because she had an ability to see a person's life story.

You might ask, how was this a bad ability or a reason to want to have sex with someone while their husband was in the very same compound. Well, the answer was as such.

She could use her ability to study my results of training from the very beginning. Not only that but she stores my semen which is full of all kinds of DNA chromosomes and stuff. To give to scientists which decipher the leading element that made me different.

Also, did I mention she was a scratcher? Dna samples under her nails and in her crotch. Who the fuck goes to such lengths to study someone? I see where Emily got her morbid personality from. No wonder she became a nerd.

Now you might be asking. Why didn’t you just leave? Why stick around something I didn’t really enjoy? Is being a test subject that cool of a profession?

The answer is simple. I am a human being. I need human touch to stay sane.

I ran a hand through my soak hair, pushing strands from whipping my eyes. In front of me were mutated grey-skins. Well I called this kind, Night hunters. For I caught them hunting prey at night. They were silent and didn’t run around like their kin, the Day Hunters. They preferred being spiders and shit.

Rain pounded down around me. I stared at the hardest freaking zombie to take down now. It is the boss level monster.

We both stared at each other.

It flashed across the rooftop. My body tensed up in preparation to dodge and counter-strike but it went the opposite way.

My mouth twitched.

Weren’t we having an epic battle moment?

I flashed after it. Unwinding my grappling hook and sending electrical current through it. I glanced over the edge to see that it was almost to the pavement below. I threw the hook into the ledge before jumping off, sheathing my sword at the same time.

I pulled out my dime and flicked it at the back of the grey skin. It was like it had danger sense because it twisted in mid air. Just barely dodging a critical hit to its limbs. The dime skimmed across its back. I shot out a few more but the same thing happened before it hit the pavement in a three-point stand.

Creating a huge crater, sprinting out of it a second later.

I clicked my tongue.

Why does it keep finding me if all it's going to do is run away?

Is it using me as a training mat?

The rope pulled taunt, jerking me up. I sent a current through the grappling hook and it released its hold on the roof. I landed lightly on my feet, walking into the store front.

I pulled out my phone, letting my electrical field dry my clothes.

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Seven texts from Shawn and Joe. I expertly deleted them to look at the messages from Jada and Autumn, the mother of the funny little girl.

The texts were mostly polite talk, probably out of boredom.

I searched the candy shop for April's favorite candy. One of them was called Kinoko no Yama, a mushroom with a chocolate top. It was okay but I wouldn’t eat them all day. Her second favorite was these little squares of chocolate that taste different depending on wrapping apparently. They were good but like I said. Not something I could stomach all day alone. That girl, however, walked around eating them like grapes.

I walked into the storage in back and spotted the freezer cracked. Cold smog was flowing out. I pushed it open and looked inside to see a guy staring at me. He was blue and looked to be enjoying himself.

I ignored him and began studying the shelves before finding a box label Chiroru. I opened it and began stuffing my backpack with the small boxes. I waved at the weirdo on my way out, cracking the door back.

I walked out of the store and noticed that the sun was rising in the distances. Night was over and out came the easier to kill Day hunters and runners. Well Runners might all have been killed off.

I heard the sounds of bombing, the ground trembled from it. I wasn’t all that curious about the military trying to take control of the city. More and more grey skins have evolved, not to mention local plants and wildlife.

I met a wolf that shot plasma out its mouth but its meat was extra delicious. However, they were getting smarter and harder to kill. Even for me and I was a lone sucker trying to bait them in. I walked up to a powerline and siphoned some of its power. Then began my walk back to the compound.

Tsk, the city was kind of beautiful when it was quiet and there was no street traffic.

They were so quiet. No lights flickering in the window. No loud music blaring, half the buildings were dead silent. Even though some of the buildings ground floor were destroyed, you could still see some of the beautiful designs that used to be there.

I glanced to my right as a woman came running out of an alley.

“Hey, bitch! Get your stupid ass back here.” some man yelled.

The woman didn’t say anything. She spotted me and ran towards me. I paused to see if she would run past or run to me.

“Can you help me?” she didn’t speak loud.

Almost whispered as her head whipped around to look for grey skins.

“Why should I?” I asked.

She gestured at her large breast but her small H shape waist to hip line wasn’t appealing. I was an ass man. Breasts were just decorations that oftentimes got in the way. Not a reason to save someone because they had them.

“I’m good in bed.” She noticed I wasn’t attractive.

Maybe it was the fact I started walking but something tipped her off to try again. Maybe it was the big muscular man walking out of the alley.

“Um, my ability allows me to enchant items. Like in the game, where you can place powerful effects on items. I can do the same.” She said in a hurry.

“Hey mate. She is one of mine. You should go be a white knight somewhere else.” The dumbass yelled across the street.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out dime, and flicked it over. There was a blue flash and it cut the side of his cheek open.

I allowed my lightning to wrap around myself. Giving off the appearances of an unrivaled thunder god.

The man gulped and backed away with his hands up. No longer speaking. I knew he had an ability because I felt him channeling it. However, whatever it was, he didn’t feel like he could be faster than me.

He spun around and fled.

I started walking again and the girl looked around, rushing to me after a decision making moment.

“Hey, my name..”

“Big breast idiot.” I interrupted

She looked at me with confusion and I continued.

“Your name is BBI standing for Big Breast Idiot. You're on probation. If you prove useful, you can use your real name. If not then, BBI for the rest of your time with me. However, short that is.” I said.

BBI took a moment to process this before rushing up. “Okay, I can accept that. Do you want to hear what kind of enchantments I can do?”

I yawned before getting out a word. “Sure.”

“I currently can add bonus speed, strength, increase endurance, sharpness, and elemental infusion that adds specific elemental damage to normal attacks.” She sounded proud.

To me, the enchantments were useless as of now. I wondered if she could increase it.

“Did you do a lot of enchanting for them?” I questioned.

We made half decent timing and were almost to the compound.

“Yeah. Their boss can control some kind of iron atom or something. I saw him make long spikes from nothing. Kind of cool, actually. He was a cop before this but I think one of those corrupt cops. Not that he runs a bad place, it 's just that he's picky about taking in more survivors.

She talked non-stop. “He only wants those with meta powers or those groups who have metas with them. He apparently found out eating those mutated animals is good for increasing abilities. But they are hard to hunt. Which gave me a lot of practical experience enchanting. I’m sure like in the game if I keep enchanting stuff my ability will grow. So..”