Apparently it wasn't only dog like creatures that appeared. Ape things, bird stuff, and weird things i don't know how to describe appeared. I looked out of the small space between the toilet paper, and all the monsters were acting batshit crazy! I though I was smart for building a base, but i was fucking mentally retarded! I didn't actually believe avian creatures would spawn from the depth of hell! But they couldn't reach me, since i wasn't at the very top, and they would just hit a wall of toilet paper, and i would go inside my sleeping bag and cover it with cushions. But what could reach me were the bipedal ape things... I heard little "eeks" from the shelves, from what could tell it was either from women, or children as it the sounds were quite high pitched.
The monster slowly traveled out of my sight to check out the sound, and i would make sure to use this opportunity to it's fullest potential. I slowly moved along the metal shelves towards the exit, making sure to make as little sound as possible. I looked behind me, and i saw the backpack, i realized how ignorant i was. That bag contained everything I would never be able to get as a homeless person. It contained so much food, amazing clothing, an expensive weapon a sleeping bag so that i wouldn't have to sleep on somewhere hard, and i took all of that for granted. I wanted to slap myself 100 times over for trying to leave it. I slowly crept over to it, and put everything back instead of the sleeping bag, since it was too hard to put it, and decided to carry with me. I probably made quite a bit of sound when i was placing my stuff in the bag, and they should have noticed, but the screams of the other people were too loud, and the monsters were very close to having them for breakfast (Don't forget it's very early in the morning as people were just celebrating New Years) I began to wonder why was this guy so prepared, and he even had a gun with him. I glanced at the gun, and at both sides, some writhing was carved in it. He had wrote "This M9 belongs to Lt. Michael Wryte". Oh. I had just stolen the gun of a man who fought for the peace of out country... I almost regret taking his gun, not because of guilt, but because of... Thank Allah he didn't catch me! He would have killed me 100 times over! I breath in a sigh of relief, and i also wondered why did he leave it on the ground? It seems the lack of food won't let me think that well. As i crawl to the end of the shelves, i carefully drop down, not caring if they heard me or not.
Since the shelf they had built a base on was in front of a shelf, so i couldn't see them. But now that I could, I was able to see that their base was built on a shelf made of televisions. The occupants were children, i wanted to run away and leave, but my legs were like the roots of an oak tree. Would I be able to let someone die? I certainly didn't like children, but this was different from "missing dogs" I wasn't a type of person to forgive and forget, but there had rarely been cases of a "missing human" in my home town ever since my birth. Their pleading eyes strengthened my will to save them, but i had to force ideas in my head to make sure i left as swiftly as possible, especially since the monsters were starting to take more of in interest in my presence. 'what have they ever done for me' 'if I try to save them I'll die' I forced these ideas into my head, and my leg's grip on the ground weakened. I always believed that killing someone, or letting them die would be easy... it's not. I steeled my heart and ran towards the exit, no longer just asking with their eyes, they pleaded for help at the top of their lungs, it's either them, or all of us.
The outside of IK3A was almost deserted, and there was a few littered bodies around the plants that were placed as decoration. I sat on the pavement outside, my eyes were tearing up. I was so resolved on leaving them, but it was so hard when i saw their faces. How did i feel nothing when i saw the dead homeless guys who took care of me, when I almost broke down crying at children dying? I berated myself and decided to look inside the backpack to see if there was anything there to help me calm down, and i could see the 5 syringes. 3 of them were empty, but 1 was half empty and the other was full. Since my body was made of frozen water, i couldn't get any diseases right? I stabbed the syringe into my vein, and injected the dark substance onto my bloodstream. A couple minutes later nothing had happened. I threw the syringe at the wall, which it weakly bounced of, and walked away.
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I though again of the children, and how they're probably ripped to shreds, and scattered all over the place, with some parts of them being digested by the hideous ape and bird creatures, and the dogs who paced around the shelf to make sure they don't escape tearing the flesh off their bones. But i somehow didn't care... Why didn't I? Is it because they're already dead? That last thought confirmed my hypothesis. I aimlessly walked on the pavement, perhaps hoping for something good to happen, is this all a dream I thought, could it be? I half halfheartedly prayed for the children who died in IK3A, but people died everyday, and with that i easily moved on. It's not like i could save them with my weak skill.
No longer walking aimlessly, I walked with expectation of finding something to fight. The admin said i could level up as well as leveling up my class, so I gripped my pistol, mentally gave the lieutenant the middle finger, and decided to battle some pokemen monsters! Honestly, it didn't take long. If you paid attention, they were literally everywhere. Also animals and plants have classes too, but do they count as monsters? A large porcupine appeared in front of me, and it had some writing above it.
Male Killer Porcupine lv3: HP:37/50 | MP:10/10
I aim my pistol just as the porcupine curls up into a ball. I shoot 3 times
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What amazing quills!
Male Killer Porcupine lv3: HP:19/50 | MP:7/10
I shot the porcupine 3 times, and the MP is lowered by 3. If he were to survive 7 more shots, would his defense be decreased by a lot, or would he have to stop staying in that position? But 3 more shots should do him.
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Male Killer Porcupine lv3: HP:0/50 | MP:4/10
This gun is overkill! The porcupine made a weird sound as he died, but he didn't disintegrate and let loot appear... Not long after, he shit himself, and pissed himself, so I didn't want to pick him up, but it might help at one point, so I prepared myself to bare with the pain, and dragged it by the quills. I just remembered i'm wearing thick thermal gloves. Thank God those children were there! If it weren't for them, i would probably never escape! And if I actually tried saving those children, i would have died! But as i was having those thoughts, more monsters were attracted to the sound of gunfire, so i quickly fled with my loot.
TL;DR: The MC quickly forgets about people's deaths just as quickly as how he forgot he used to be homeless.
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