I stare at the computer. Eyes slowly lossing focus, for some reason I was feeling sleepy. Hand absentmindedly clicking ont the terrain of runterra shown on the screen. As you may have guess by now, I was playing League of Legends. Having played this game for almost two years now, the addiction has finally starterd to wane. 

I was bored out of my mind.

I glanced at the clock behind me, plasted upon the wall covered in rough patterned plaster.

"2 oclock in the afternoon already." I muttered. 

I streteched my back while of both of my hands were high up in the air. 

I must have been sitting here in front of the computer for five hours. Wasting the day as usual no suprise there really.

Since I finished school a year ago. I decided that was I was going to take a break from education and just look for a job. A sort of break really while getting experience on the real world. What being an adult was like.

As you can see pathetically glancing at the empty packet of Doritos on my desk. That plan was never realised. Mostly due to the fact that I was a lazy slob.

All I do is read books, novels, fanfictions and play League when Im in the mood.

I squinted my eyes as the glare of the sun penetrated through the thick red curtain that covered the large window in the living room. 

I glanced behind me once more, noticing the dirty floor and the various weights lying on the floor, courtesy to my dad who likes to build his muscles.

He practically goes to the gymp everyday for two hours before work.

'Probably would live in it too if he could.' I thought.

Noticing my stomach grumbling from hunger, I got up slowly, stretching the stiff muscles from sitting too long at a computer desk.

"Breakfast time!" I said to no one in particular and headed straight towards the kitchen.

The shattering of the glass cause to glanced behind me in shock.

A man.

No, a creature shape like a person, wearing old army uniform was standing there. 

Standing in a weird posture, eyes white, its moldy army hat, covering most of its face but I could already how rotten his flesh are. All kinds of worm fester around it, green cloudy juice, ozzing at the side of its face in random places.

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It move slowly towards me, one of its leg flailing behind him uselessly.

It makes a eery scraping noise as it scrapes against the carpet. The mangled flesh on its feet could be clearly seen.

Taking advantage of my shock, the zombie, only thing that really resemble the creature in front of me.

Lunged at me with precision, both hands postured in front of it as it tried to get a hold of me.

Lucky adrenaline took over as I intinctively jump back, just barely out of its reach.

Without a second thought, I run out of the living room, straight towards my bedroom upstairs.

Going to the kitchen now would be pointless as there isn't any blunt weapons, maybe except for a rolling pin, but that wouldn't be good enough. I needed something that had reach.

Diving straight under the bed, I reached for the base-ball bat underneath the bed.

Peering out down the stairs, I could see the zombie just at the bottom of it. 

'Maybe its lacking the motor function or the brain capacity to get up.' I reason.

I went down the stairs, slowly with each step, carefully eyeing the enemy in front of me.

Fear and excitement course through my veins. I already accepted that this was real and there was no way I would be dreaming. Even now I could hear the screams of people as they were attacked outside of my house.

But I didn't have time to worry about other people. 

Raising the bat with one hand, measuring the distance, I know I needed to go one more step down, but if the zombie lunged suddenly, he could reached me. I hesistated but I quickly made up my mind. 

With a cry, to just step down and swing at the same time, the zombie shouldn't be fast enough to react to my instantenous strike.

Hardening my resolve, I step down with one foot and swing the bat as hard as I could at the side of the zombie's head.

Disbelief coloured my eyes as he move his head and I just barely graze him. The momentum of the attack caught me off balance and I tumbled down the stairs. Improvisingly quickly, instead of fighting against it, I use the force of the fall, to propel my body forwards, tossing me further away from the zombie.

The zombie quickly turn towards me, trying to to reach and attack.

Backing away, slightly and quickly standing up. Letting my instinct take over, I move towards the zombie. We were facing off agaisnt each other in a narrow corridor.

You can't even swing the bat sideways, thats how narrow and tight the space was. I opted for the next best things, I raise the bat from above. As I run towards the zombie.

The creature having notice my advance, swipe at me with both of hands as well as lunging at me with its mouth. I duck underneath him, and dashed to get behind him. Having accomplish that, I hit him with my blunt weapon as hard as I can.

Again and again. I continued to smash the zombies head apart using the bat.

I didn't dare stop.

Even when I could see that its head is nothing but a mush, I still kept hammering him with blow after blow.

Exhasuted, I crumbled on the floor, face and body covered in green goo and bits of rotten flesh.

My breathing haggard and heavy.

The zombie's blood splattered everywhere across the red carpetted floor.

Suddenly I head a voice in my head.

'Having determined your aptitude, experiences, hobby and skill. You have been given the class Book Keeper.'

"Huh?" I said out loud.

There was no blue screen or anything. It was just a voice in your head or in your mind. What the hell is going on. This day just keeps getting weirder.

Suddenly in a dazzling white light. A black book covered in gold lacings appeared before me.

The black leather book is floating in front of me. The book then open showing me a blank page.

'Choose your first word of power Book Keeper.'

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Authors Note: Just curious what you would choose as your first word of power?