As Dante and his group continued their journey toward the police station, an unsettling sight unfolded before them. The road was lined with the lifeless bodies of humans, zombies, and even skeletons. The gruesome display grew denser the closer they got to their destination.
Dante’s jaw tightened as they drove past the macabre scene. The world had descended into a nightmare, where the boundaries between life and death blurred into an unrecognizable horror. He couldn’t shake the nagging thought: What caused this massacre? What are we driving into?
Their unease deepened when, up ahead, a massive horde of zombies emerged, blocking their path. Decaying bodies moved with sinister purpose, their collective moans creating an oppressive sound that made the air feel heavier.
Dante’s voice rang out. “Hurry, Natasha! Turn left!”
Natasha, behind the wheel, yanked the steering wheel hard, narrowly avoiding the oncoming horde. The car veered sharply, tires screeching as they swerved onto a side street.
For a moment, it seemed they had escaped. But then, three figures broke away from the main horde, moving with blinding speed.
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Unlike the sluggish undead they had encountered before, these were something entirely different—speed zombies. They closed the distance in seconds, their grotesque forms blurring with unnatural quickness.
Dante’s instincts kicked in. He raised his remaining hand, focusing his power. The bones within his arm shifted and morphed into sharp, deadly projectiles. With grim precision, he began firing bone bullets at the oncoming threats.
The first bone bullet tore through the air, striking one of the speed zombies square in the chest. It stumbled but didn’t stop. Dante quickly fired again, each shot hitting its mark. One of the creatures fell, but the others pressed on, their hunger driving them relentlessly.
From the back seat, Jack and Nir prepared their weapons. Jack gripped his orc club tightly, while Nir readied his dagger. Natasha’s hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel as she scanned the streets for an escape route.
Amid the chaos, a notification flashed in Dante’s mind.
System Message
Marksmanship Level Up!
Marksmanship LV 2
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Dante smirked grimly. “Getting better at this,” he muttered, unleashing another barrage of bone bullets.
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The horde continued to close in, their numbers overwhelming. Dante’s brow furrowed as he fought to keep them at bay. Then, a memory sparked. He recalled a nearby construction site with a bridge that might offer a way out.
“Natasha!” he shouted above the noise. “There’s a bridge near the construction site! If we’re lucky, it might be finished!”
Natasha didn’t hesitate. She pushed the gas pedal to the floor, the car roaring as it surged forward. Dante kept firing, thinning the horde just enough to keep them from overtaking the vehicle.
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With each shot, Dante’s accuracy sharpened. His bone bullets struck with unerring precision, taking down zombies and skeletons alike. But the horde still loomed large, their sheer numbers threatening to engulf them.
The group finally reached the construction site, the incomplete bridge coming into view. Gaps and missing sections stretched ominously across the expanse. Natasha’s heart sank as she realized the bridge wasn’t finished.
“Dante!” she called out. “We’ve got a problem—the bridge isn’t done!”
Still firing, Dante snapped back while shooting, “What, Natasha? I’m a little busy right now!”
Natasha’s lips tightened into a determined line. “Well, fuck it,” she muttered under her breath.
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With a burst of resolve, Natasha slammed the accelerator, pushing the car to its limits. The engine roared as the vehicle tore through the remaining zombies in their path. Decaying bodies and shattered bones flew in every direction as the car barreled forward.
“Natasha, are you crazy?!” Nir shouted, bracing himself in the back seat.
“Hold on to something!” she yelled.
The car sped toward the unfinished bridge, the gap looming ahead like the jaws of a beast. Time seemed to slow as the front wheels left solid ground. For a heart-stopping moment, the vehicle hung in the air, suspended over the abyss.
Then, with a deafening crash, the car landed on the other side. The impact jolted them violently, throwing Dante and the others against their seats. For a moment, everything was silent except for the wheezing of the battered engine.
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The horde, unable to follow, milled helplessly on the opposite side of the bridge. Their groans faded as the car sped away, leaving the undead behind.
Dante’s chest heaved as he caught his breath. He turned to Natasha, equal parts astonished and impressed. “Natasha… that was insane. But incredible.”
Natasha allowed herself a weak, triumphant smile. “Sometimes, you’ve got to take risks.”
Jack, gripping the club that had held steady throughout the chaos, let out a shaky laugh. “Remind me to never doubt you behind the wheel again.”
Nir, still clutching his dagger, sighed in relief. “Let’s just hope we don’t have to do that again anytime soon.”
As Dante relaxed into his seat, another notification appeared in his mind.
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System Message
Level Up!
Two Stat Points Awarded.
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He allowed himself a small grin. At least the system knows how to reward effort.