Next guy, this one, It's not going to be as easy.

I then headed out, my destination was a church. It was pretty far up, and almost at the other side of the town, it was going to take a while to get there.

I started the engine and headed out.

Unlike the peaceful road, I had arrived at Katakuri's place, this one was far more dangerous.

The roads were empty, and the streets felt dead, however they still brimmed with walkers.

Undead roamed the streets and noticed my arrival from a distance away. The bike's loudness was enough to pull the attention of every freak in the way.

I sped through the roads as fast as I could, accelerating whenever needed and taking turns and curves to avoid the masses of undead. I can't afford to be tackled by an undead. So I always made sure to keep away from the most packed groups.

I even had to make stops and go back due to some streets being too full of undead.

The plague of the undead curse was too much for this city and it was hit damn hard.

A lot of civilians lost their lives, and many more will follow due to hunger, assault, murder, and worse.

The worst monsters aren't the undead, it's humans themselves. Afraid humans retaliate, and they retaliate hard. Expressing the worse of their nature in the worst of ways.

People would do all in their power to guarantee their survival, even at the expense of someone else. It is their nature.

After a couple of hours of changing directions, the worst-case scenario happened. The bike throttled and seemed to be dying on me. It wasn't a problem of gas; it was absurd dumb luck. The bike died due to some internal problem. I can't fix this, because first, I don't know how, second, I don't have the time for it.

I was not that far from the church, so I could make it on foot before nightfall.

I discarded the bike after taking everything I needed from it, then moved out of the way before the undead started flocking my way.

I needed to get inside a building.

I looked around, most houses had their windows broken, and they certainly were infested with undead. And the few that were still preserved, were preserved for a reason. The owners probably had weapons at the ready, and I'm still not bulletproof.

I moved as fast as I could towards the nearest alley and went through it.

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A couple of undead were feasting on the corpse of a young girl, a couple of swings with the mana-coated sword ended their lives as allowing me a breather to think of what to do next.

I still had several blocks I needed to cross, it wouldn't take more than ten minutes usually, but now, I was looking at very slow grinding progress since I couldn't just run there.

I slowly made my way to the end of the alley, peeked at the streets, and found no undead around, or at least not close by. So I moved up ahead.

There was a metro station nearby, however, those are death traps even if it could lead me pretty close to the church, I can't afford to go down there.

I had to stay overground where I had space to move, and not down where all paths to survival were bound by luck.

I hastily crossed the street to the next block, then slowed down making my way. Iwas hugging the walls of one side of the street while making sure that no undead would notice me.

Safe for now.

I progressed slowly, and carefully. And once I approached the porch of a certain house, I heard a voice, "BOY DON'T YOU DARE GO SNEAKING UP ON US LIKE THAT! I HAVE A GUN!" someone shouted.

I looked at the man, who was peaking from a window, "I'm not here to invade your property, I'll be leaving." I said.

"You better piss off!" he said.

I didn't argue further and left the porch. No reason to get physical or angry. A man protecting his house is dangerous.

Soon I arrived to the end of the street, I needed to take a turn to the left, but the moment I peeked, I realized how impossible that was. A fuckton of undead swarming the only passage leading towards the church on the end of this street.

The worst part was, I was noticed. By an undead with the ability to locate life signature nonetheless.

"Shit," I cursed.

I looked around and was about to go back from where I came, but that'll probably only bring trouble to that old man inside that house.

I spotted a sewer entrance in the middle of the street, so I hurried towards it and stabbed my sword on the side.

With a powerful pushdown, the sewer cover popped up and I was able to slide inside it while dragging the sewer cover back on top of me.

Undead swarmed the space above me in no time.

"Okay, looking good so far," I muttered to myself.

Entering sewers was far more dangerous than the subway system. However, I had a couple of reasons why I had to.

First, because they could lead me all the way to the sewers next to the church. Second, it's because the undead won't infest these sewers this early in the phase.

So I trusted my judgment and lit up a flashlight that I placed under my sub-machine gun.

I slowly moved forward through the grim and scum of the sewers. The stench was awful and would make anyone wretch. But I was used to worse than this smell, so it wasn't much.

I progressed slowly forward, making sure to clear the areas around me. I had to clear every corner and progress slowly lest I would miss a creature that could be prowling these sewers.

My progress was faster than before, however, I still made sure to keep my pace steady. And it took me a couple of hours and an exhausted mind from focusing and being alert all that time before I arrived at my destination.

The sewer opening I was under didn't seem to have any undead above it, but I couldn't be too careful.

So, I slowly got up the stairs of the sewer and pushed up the lid.

I sneaked a peek around and noticed that most undead were pretty far away from me. But they still managed to track me. Like I mentioned before they have life signature tracking, and even going underground wasn't enough to deceive that gaze. Thankfully the majority were dumb enough not following after me from overground, and waited at the other side of the entrance.

A good portion of them tracked me however.

I only had one chance, so I pushed the lid and legged it towards the church as fast as I could.