Groggily raising my head I try and lessen the high pitched hum going off behind my eyes.
After getting that under control I get up to see what's going on with the zombies and before I'm able to take a second step I get flung up into the ceiling of the room, smashing my head against the hard surface which only results in it falling away like paper. My body doesn’t stop until I slam against the piping and wiring between floors.
Stunned I try and get my bearings and think things through clearly. Obviously I caused this situation, but how? I knew my strength was increased but not by such a degree.
Pulling my head out of the destroyed pipes and wires let's me fall freely to the ground. I stare at the aftermath in shock.
Debris surrounds my feet including ceiling and steel! Thinking about how my skull tore through metal piping makes me feel strange. I'm definitely not human anymore, but I'm not one of those zombies, some kind of hybrid I guess.
The fact I have my mind intact still, makes me happy. I might not be human anymore but at least I'm not of the majority which turned into mindless horror creeps.
Thinking about how the entire world has gone to shit with no survivors in sight makes me wonder…. What is the point of living in all this shit.
Whenever I watched the walking dead or any other zombie show online I would always question the point of living. Why do they still fight? Is it because they have loved ones to take care of them? I don't have any of those. Is it because they are afraid of dying? I can't deny I feel some fear, but to constantly maintain my existence…... any sort of lackluster effort would get me killed. What do I have to give me drive to really live, to go on past this point with all my focus?
Well I'm not sure, but for now I can at least explore my new found powers and see what other delicious meals I can find. And so that's the plan for now, to explore, I mean that's not too bad right? The world is dead and there's nothing stopping me from seeing what's out there. Maybe I'll find humans that have hung on to life, who knows.
Taking a few minutes to get used to my increased strength and I'm up and about. One of the first things I noticed about myself after the first big surprise was my veins popping out. Their huge! And black! I can visibly see a murky black substance racing it's way through my body. Similar to that of the black liquid that was excreted the first time I cooked that zombie arm. It must have to do with the infection, I guess the more of that I have the stronger I get.
Concluding my thoughts I walk over to the kitchen. Lifting a 100 pound refrigerator is nothing for me as I toss it at the wall leaving a sizeable opening for me to walk through. This way I can get close to my floors staircase without having to face a horde of zombies in the hallways. Although I'm much stronger, I'm not confident in facing a group of 30 zombies. Although I could kill them off, more would come in even greater numbers, better to just use my current method.
After forcefully breaking wall after wall and snapping a few necks along the way I finally reach the room closest to the stair case. Before heading forward though, I decide to process the dead bodies I gathered along the way. In order to ensure my survival I'm going to have to become as strong as possible. And so without skipping a beat I grab the hearts of each dead body and chuck them down my gullet.
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I've found that only the heart makes me feel like I consumed something worthwhile. I'm not someone to waste time on unsatisfying food consumption, and having to eat hearts along the way is much more manageable.
After gobbling down a few of those I approach the door and look through the eyehole. A bunch of zombies have gathered together from all the noise I made. So I guess I need to direct them elsewhere before heading to the stair case.
Using a metal pan I go a few rooms over and make noise like it's the new year. Almost immediately I can hear feet shuffling towards me. After a few more minutes I stealthily make my way back to the staircase room and look out the eye hole once more.
No zombies in sight. Perfect conditions for a young man like myself to hurry along down the stairs.
Quickly and silently opening the door I disappear down the staircase in seconds. Not looking back I reach the ground floor almost instantly, with my great strength comes great speed. Although, it's going to take some time to get minute control of my limbs. There were a few times there in which I almost tripped.
Looking around I see the whole placed filled to the brim with zombies. If I can get through these fuckers then I’ll be able to run freely outside no matter how many zombies there are. With my speed and jumping abilities they shouldn’t pose a problem. In conclusion, nothing to do but kill, might as well test my strength.
I decide to walk forward slowly to avoid losing control of my strength again. Before the first few zombies that noticed me could call out with that fucked up screech of theirs, I slap their heads apart.
That’s right APART! Their skulls just pop and crumple away from the rest of the body. It hurts my hand like a bitch though, from what I’ve gathered my body durability is much greater than it was pre transformation. But with the speed of my hand and the damage it’s doing to the freaks around me there is no surprise I’m feeling some pain. Looking down at my hand reassures me though, not a scratch, at the most some bruising. The more zombies I kill the less pain I feel in my hand, maybe some type of adaption from my new state of being?
Ignoring the technicals, I continue forward popping head after head. At this point pretty much all the zombies have been alerted of my presence. The best course of action at this point is to try and tunnel them in a place so that I only have to face so many at a time.
Following my plan leads me back to the hallway I came from, this is my best bet because I already know that the only zombies behind me will be the ones all the way at the top of the stairs. Even if they hear my battle I doubt they will be able to quickly get down here in time to make a real difference. Unless of course they jump down but that would just lead to their death so no worries.
After taking a firm stance and facing the zombies for a few minutes there is starting to be some buildup. There was probably around 200 zombies in total on the ground floor and the majority of those I imagine are currently trying to eat me. With me killing so many, the entrance to the hallway is getting pretty fucking clogged. At this rate I would have to move a bunch of dead bodies to get through and I’d rather not deal with all the blood and rotten flesh.
Deciding to plow my way through, any zombies in my way get destroyed by a human shaped steam roller. Finally breaking through I see an even greater crowd of zombies coming in from outdoors. I can’t even remember my rational thinking this was a good idea…..why didn’t I just escape by jumping over these fucks. Must have been my thirst for a good fight that skewed my vision.
Without taking a second longer I dive over the zombies, sometimes tripping and falling but overall I tumble forward like a big boulder down a hill. At last, I make it out of the entrance of the building and am touched by sunlight…..feels so good! Unlike the droning zombies behind me, I’m not bothered by the sunlight in the least.
Taking in the fresh air brings about the smell of sewer and dead people….but at least there is a breeze. Moving on….I imagine my best bet is to keep with the plan of jumping over to avoid danger from the hordes that still pose somewhat of a threat in close combat. And in the meantime I can test my limits to the max!
Sprinting in a straight line I jump with all the strength I can muster, soaring into the sky like a fucking eagle!! I always wanted to fly and this feels close to it…...I cut through the wind as I go higher and higher, finally slowing down at about 50 feet, and coming to a complete stop at 60. Then I start my descent, my stomach turns and I feel awful but I can’t stop a wide grin from surfacing on my face. This is amazing! With this power I can do anything!
Then piercing pain wakes me up from my stupor, it starts in my feet then up my legs leaving splints in both my shins. Eventually the pain touches my spine and I buckle down like an unused puppet once my body fully makes contact with the ground. For a few seconds I open my eyes and notice I created a small crack in the road, then I blackout completely, again.