What could Keta do? Even though he tried his best to open the door discreetly when those zombies didn't seem to be around, who could guess that they were just taking a silent peaceful stroll outside his room which wouldn't remain as such once he is spotted.

Their fowl smell made him remember how his socks used to stink when he lazily kept them on for weeks, now smelling that from someone else made him realize the pain he caused his mom. Their low growls continued to startle him from time to time. Holding his breath with extremely light breaths he sneakily moved.

In his view, there came zombies. He could clearly see them and could recognize most of them. The head guard was very friendly with him and often helped him sneak in and out from the mansion and even hid many of his things from his dad. He treated Keta like a younger brother but now he was standing outside Keta's home, his eyes crimson and nose bleeding with strange shiny blood. His movements extremely sluggish and his expression completely unknown to Keta.

He became a zombie.

Crying for these two days, he had no extra tears in stock to spend them on this brother of his even if he wanted. From what Keta knew, zombies were slow, they couldn't see well but their senses to hear and smell were top class. But he thought of this too late, now he was already standing outside the assuring security of his room and not too far away from the zombies.

Surprisingly the zombies weren't attracted to him, this made him doubt the previous knowledge he had about the zombies. But after some more thinking he realized, it was because he didn't smell like a human from any angle. If anything he smelled like the garbage gathered at a scrap yard for years. For this feat, he was absolutely proud of himself.

Off course on his way, he was scared witless many times but it was from the same fear that some strength was born in his weak heart. Gradually his movements became more bold and his hesitations were already becoming cold. Now between the kitchen and him was the spacious living hall, where his parents departed from this world.

Thinking he was already over his parents death he bravely entered the living hall. But upon seeing the mutilated corpse of his father his entire body began to tremble. Fear, it was definitely there but there was more to it than fear itself. There was rage, his father was a very proud man. In his entire life, his father knew all the answers. He never cowered like him and would do everything he said. In simpler words he was the sun to him, too perfect and impossible to reach. Its heat could evaporate the oceans and scatter the earths. But now it was laying there with nothing left. Even recognizing him was only barely possible because of the unique clothes he was wearing, even after being tattered, they still didn't lose their glamour.

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In anger he viciously slammed his foot on the ground and a herd of zombies were naturally attracted to him. Caring for nothing else he took his hunting knife and lifted it up, standing in a totally offensive stance of his family martial arts, he was like a crouching tiger ready to hunt its prey.

The nearby zombies were the first to arrive, they brandished their claws on him trying to grab him. They saw him as nothing more than food, for it was their one and only instinct. Like a swift butterfly, the hunting knife danced, appearing and disappearing before the zombie. Its hands were just now cleanly bisected but strangely enough the blood shower was never released from them.

It was actually not so strange, since only the living can have a pumping heart and only the pumping heart can create a blood shower but Keta was unaware of this for now, all he had in his mind was revenge. Revenge on who? he had no idea but he had to do something, there should be someone to blame, only then can he say to himself 'it was not his fault'.

The hunting knife was like an spear, never letting the zombie near its master. After the time one takes to breath thrice, the zombie had its head flying. The headless body soon collapsed roughly on the floor creating a loud 'Thud' noise.

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-Notice: Everyone can be a player after just absorbing the energy balls but only the true survivors are registered as players-

-You have killed a weak level 0 zombie. You are now registered as level 1 player-

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Condition: Kill a zombie.

Reward: +5 stat points- +1 mentality for thinking deeply and the title 'True Survivor' is granted.

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Under the effects of the title, user is granted a bonus of agility+2.

Seeing the blue screen suddenly flash in front of his eyes, he somehow came to his senses and realized the predicament he was in. The zombies would be here any moment, quickly choosing to escape he ran towards the kitchen totally ignoring his principles to not make a noise. His movements were similar to a swift tiger as he pounced towards the kitchen.