It became harder to steer through the streets with more people finally realizing that shit was hitting the fan, and in so huge proportions that it was absurd. People didn't understand a damn thing about what was going on, and they did their best to survive.

People ran into homes that weren't theirs, hoping to get invited in, and others refused them entry only to have the pleading people die, mauled and ravaged by zombies on porches, gardens, and in front of family homes.

Then some used their guns, shooting at people trying to trespass on their properties, and against zombies too. Bullets care not for who they hit and lives were lost, left and right as I saw once again, that old terror, unfolding once again in front of me.

Fuck.

Oakland was hit, and it was hit hard.

If I didn't kill that damn rat if I didn't clear that dungeon, none of this would have happened. But I wouldn't have been able to get the support of John Dilbert.

Though this situation looks grim, I have to believe, that what I have done, will help us in the long run, otherwise, I cannot shoulder the screams of so many lives.

I'm responsible for this, and I know it for a fact. But at the same time, it had to be done. No matter how vile, how evil it might sound, without this what would have happened would have been far worse.

A couple of undead came at me and tried to stand in my path, but I hurled my sword as powerfully as I could and managed to pierce into the head of one of them while I steered the bike a bit to kick the second in the chest away and pull the sword from the still falling corpse's head.

I continued moving forward avoiding the mobs of undead that were growing by the second and headed straight ahead.

I had to drift into a sharp turn, hard enough that I felt I was about to get tipped over, but rebalanced myself and twisted the accelerator enough that it felt like I was about to break it.

The bike rose up on its back wheel and I zoomed forward then crashed it against a moving undead that was dragging a screaming woman across the street.

"RUN!" I shouted at the woman who was desperately trying to stand back up and sadly, she never was able to run as a group of undead jumped her, her screams were all that I could hear as I moved further forward.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I cursed as loudly as I could, my voice overpowering the throttling engine that looked like it was about to die on me anytime soon.

Yet it was enough, enough for me to arrive at the broken doors of the university, where a car crashed into the steel gate.

The worst-case scenario had already happened, I had a smidgen of hope that the gate would be locked and would stop the undead from gaining access into the university, but some idiot crashed into it, hoping to hide within it, only to have the car stuck on the broken gate, while he was assaulted by the undead.

I looked at the car that was about to burst in flames and saw a man inside it, no longer a person, but an undead, stuck and trapped into the car due to the safety belt.

"Shit…" I cursed.

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This man's personal stunt at survival broke the gate and I could see blood trails all over the campus.

I rushed forward, today was a school day, I was too busy with John and the safety of my parents to come here. But I'm sure that Will is here. And by god's mercy, he should be alive.

I rushed ahead into the campus, my entrance was more than enough to draw the attention of the undead.

Many of them were still struggling to control their bodies, but I could already notice, that many of them were more adjusted to their bodies. I can't loiter around anymore. I have to move.

I ran forward as fast as I could, with the sword ready.

The first undead came at me with hands extended to grab me, but with two swings, I cut off both hands, and twisted my whole body, gaining more inertia force to decapitate him once the sword made contact.

[You have gained Contribution!]

"Turn off none vital notifications!" I said.

It was bothering me since earlier, but I didn't care about it before, but now I need to be completely focused.

"Mishaa! Scan!"

[Error! You have not learned that ability yet!]

"Fuck!" I cursed once again, without the ability to identify, scan, and analyze, I'm unable to locate Will or Nadia…shit!

I rushed ahead to the main conference building and noticed that it was locked and had many, many tables and chairs blocking the entrance.

However, there were low windows, and from the look of the broken glass, the undead have already made it into the main building.

I cursed and cursed again, today was bound to be the day that I'll be cursing the most.

I dove into one of the broken windows and found myself in an amphitheater. all the windows were covered by drapes so it was too dim to see anything. Of all the lights in the amphitheater was one small bulb that was under a projector and it flickered in and out until it died and everything went dark.

The smell of blood, viscera, and innards permeated the area. There was the sound of low gasping breathing nearby. I looked around and found several students, bitten and mauled, they will turn soon. They were fighting against the curse, but without the proper ability, {Resist Undead}, there was no way for any of them to survive today.

I had to ignore them, even though they will turn later, because every second I'm losing right now, is a risk for my party to die.

I moved across the amphitheater from the window aiming to head to the entrance and then I was able to hear it. Something was here with me, not one, but many. They moved, slowly and were on the prowl.

Then once my eyes adjusted to the dark I realized that there were many undead students all over the place.

The exit to the amphitheater will allow me to get into the main hall where I can properly look for my friends. But in such a stuffed and enclosed space, if the undead were to gather at the door or block my way, I might end up dying before I could do anything.

As I moved, slowly as I could, I ended up stepping on something hard. It was a piece of desk wood, broken from the shit that happened here.

This gave me an idea of how I can leave this place. The Undead are usually very sensitive to Life Signatures, but those are proper undead that has been cursed for at least a few days. Not these. the first undead type should usually be unable to locate life signatures and for them, unless they see me or hear me, I'm invisible.

I quickly made my way all the way to the other side of the amphitheater away from the window I entered from. I tried to make sure that I moved as subtly as I could, and as quietly as I could, and once I arrived on the other side, I threw the wooden piece as powerfully as I could.

Then screams and howls of undead followed as they rushed towards the sound.

'Good, with this, I can probably make it to the door.'

Just as I took a step forward, a hand grabbed my leg, bringing all sorts of terror and panic into my will.

As I lifted my sword to have it come crashing at whoever grabbed me, I heard a plea too loud for this room to go unheard by the undead.

"PLEASE! HELP ME!" a guy said, while half of his body was already mutilated and eaten away.

He wouldn't survive, not even if he didn't have the curse going through him, but he just caused my death with his scream. And now, all the undead were coming my way.

Fuck