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To be completely honest, I am getting tired of being knocked out  and slowly regaining consciousness on the floor of my school. At least this time is the carpet in the storage closet and not the wooden tiled floor of the classroom.

My eye's flutter open carefully taking in my surroundings, There in the room but Sheila's body laying next to that I could see in the dim light that came from under the door, Its red glow still eerie in its steadiness.

I grope out into the darkness a bit before my hand grazes over my prized Paper trimmer blade. It takes me a little longer to find the handle and slowly ease onto my feet, keeping a close eye on our surroundings and it is them I hear the crunching and ripping noise ease into the closet from the teachers lounge itself. It seems as though something is in Lounge now and the poor hungover teacher seems to have gotten the worst of it.

Ding !

New Dungeon Discovered !You are the first to awaken and discover the new dungeon,

[Parkville High School]RewardExperience doubled for one week.

Ding !

You have entered the Dungeon [Parkville High School]Dungeon Special Effects:

- Experience gain is 1.5 times greater

- Monster drops are 50% lower

- All Players are designated Monsters in This Dungeon

- Killing a Player grants 5 times more experience and Random 2 point permanent stat boost

- While in the Dungeon no parties can be formed.

The Dings sneak up on me in their rapid succession and their content just sends a jolt of anticipation and then the next box  takes all of that away and replaces it with just sadness and fear.

So this school is going to be a damn Dungeon now? And we are rewarded for killing people with 5 times the experience points? What in the hell do these people want from us?

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We are going to be knee deep in students and teachers killing one another aren't we?

A sigh escapes me as I brood for a moment on some of the more sociopathic members of our student body, The girl who shot me , Charley being first and foremost in my head.

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I give a silent prayer for those who might still be alive and give a secret prayer in my heart that people like Charley get shanked by one of the Goblins or some monster.

While I'm so wrapped up in my own head, Sheila comes to and shakily gets to her feet. It seems like she got the same messages I did if I go the pale look on her face.  I reach out and grasp her wrist to let her know I'm still with her, the act seemingly calming her a bit before feel her body sag slightly and I wonder what she is reading, maybe the player experience bonus part if I could guess. I decide to try and distract her from the sadness with a question.

"Hey what was so important in the Purse that you had to make sure to get it before getting into the closet?"

I feel her flinch for a second before a quiet chuckle escapes her as she reaches around inside her purse, pulling out a pair of Tennis by how much I can see in the dimmed light and a few seconds later she pulls out something I immediately recognize as the going away present my dad gave to her before she moved away to college, .357 magnum model 60.

A low whistle of surprise escapes me as I stare at the revolver, causing another chuckle out her before she speaks again.

"Yeah I can't be running around in low heels in this place, no need for broken ankles with Goblins around. And yeah this is the pistol you old man gave way back when, I was going to head over to the shooting range near the police academy down the road after work to renew my permit. I even brought like 5 boxes of ammo to shoot off to take the stress away, sadly they are in my car in the teacher's parking lot right behind this building though I do have a few bullets in my purse just jumbling around from the last time I was at the range, haven't cleaned the damn thing out since then."

She rambles on a bit out nervousness at having shown me the gun she had in school but who cares about that now. I'm almost ecstatic at the thought of us having a gun on our side. It makes leveling her so much easier, bad thing is that we have to get downstairs to her car to get the majority of her ammo.

Wow 5 boxes huh? Knowing her its the 50 count boxes so its 250 rounds of magnum shells down stairs waiting for us to pick them up hopefully.

My musing gets interrupted by the noises outside the door getting louder, the crunching and munching sounds making the good feelings from our talk dull a bit and bring me back into our situation. It seems to be heard by Sheila also as her face fills with disgust at what that sound must mean for the hung-over teacher.

Sheila quickly digs 6 shells out her purse, loading and setting her gun before she motions for us to leave the safety of our closet. I hesitate for a moment before nodding back to her definitely.

I slide to the door swiftly and unlock it before looking back at her to make sure she is ready. She has both hands on the gun at a ready position like my old taught us. I smile back at her before turning around and opening the door, easing it open slowly as  the over head light from the Teachers lounge floors in along with the red glow from outside.

The munching and crunching noises now have a clear direction, near the end of the counter across the room I can see two pale white backs hunched over what I can only assume is a corpse.

It seems that they didn't hear the door unlock and open so that's great for us.

I check to see if the door leading to the hallway is open and thankfully it's not open thankfully. I motion over to the couches to indicate where I'm headed before I crab walk my way as silently as I can, making it to them before steadily moving down to the edge of the last last love seat nearest to the noise.

God the smell of blood is so thick and what ever the beast is smells to high heaven to. It makes me want to gag but I'm stopped  by Sheila's hand on my shoulder again, indicating she is right next to me. I reach out and tap her leg to get her attention on my hand before motioning for her to stand and fire from behind the couch and that I will run around  the couch and fight myself.. Her body moves as if she is laughing at my weird hand signals but it seems as If she get the plan.

I take another look  over the couch to the white beasts to see if I could see what the hell they were

??? ? Level

??? ? Level

Well Damn that doesn't help at all. I scratch my chin for a moment before trying to go over in my head beasts that look like that.

Zombies? .....

No change happens to the Blue Box so that's not it.

Okay calm down and think it through, white skin, sunken flesh, obviously enjoy's human flesh to the point of not paying attention to its surrounds. While these descriptors float through my mind a picture floats to the forefront of my mind  of a beast in the exact same position over a corpse, which makes something compel me to whisper almost automatically.

"Ghoul, Flesh Demon Variant."

I quickly feel a suction feeling on my head before it goes away just as quickly and the Blue Box update.

Flesh Demon Ghoul Level 4-82% of analysis completed

Flesh Demon Ghoul Level 4-82% of analysis completed

New information, even level ranges pop up now are available to me. The 2%  analysis on the second half clue's me on what going on almost immediately but I don't need to go into it yet, its time to clean these Ghouls out.

I reach over and put my hand on her Leg and start 5 count almost immediately.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

And on the one count I immediately rush around the side of the couch in mad dash, using the hand not holding the paper trimmer blade to balance myself as I almost trip.

The Dumb Ghouls are about as slow to react as I expected them to be since food is readily available. They are almost to their feet when I hear the first ring of Sheila's pistol firing to which I see the body of the left most Ghoul Jerk as the force of the short throws in forwards over its meal.

-30

My target on the right is only more confused as it reaches is full height of 5 foot 9 inches, seeing its partner be sent flying. Its Neck was almost to easy a target but I don't let the opportunity get by me.

My swing in clumsy since I'm not used to the weight yet but it doesn't matter because the blade is sharp enough to sever the Ghouls head. The blade bites deep and stops almost 3/4's through its neck before stopping, making me grit my teeth, turn and drag the blade forcefully across whats left.

The Severed Skull spins off from my action, the wet plop sounds out in the room as it hits the carpeted floor with its foul blood draining out of it.

-50 Critical Hit! Fatal Blow!

The sound of the second gunshot  in the room draws my attention to Sheila's efforts to see that she had made her way over the couch and Put another bullet in the back of the ghouls head, ending its life with ease.

-80 Critical Hit! Fatal Blow!

Damn That Damage! Yeah we need more bullets, no way in hell am I going to let this gun run out on my watch!

Ding!

Level up!

I'm satisfied with one more level up for now but since the threat is over I need to confirm something real quick. I stare at the dead Ghoul's body for a moment before the familiar blue box of information pops back up.

Ghoul Level 5 50/50 - The Undead Thrall of a Vampire

The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

- Prefers Dark Places

- Hungry for Human Flesh

- Cowardly when outnumbered

- Dangerous in large groups15% Analyzed

This Box in front of me only serves to reinforce the inkling I had earlier about the nature of this identification process. The damn thing is acting like a Bestiary from an old school rpg.

Ding!

Thanks to insight gained you have unlockedSub-Skill:

King Bestiary

Ding!

New Skill:

The King's BestiarySkill Rank: RareSkill Level 1-Enables the user to see relevant information on monsters. The more of each type of monster you kill, the more the you are able to learn.

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Yup it seem's I was right, a bit of pride swells in my heart before the foul blood of the Ghouls kinda ruins it for me. Damn it smell nasty.

"I leveled up 7 times !"

Sheila's squeals  at the thought of leveling  just makes me chuckle, I turn my in her direction to see her face light up as she mumbles status and is going over it again.

"Be careful with your stat points, we only get 5 points a level. We don't know if there are any other way's to raise our stats yet."

Her hand movement still before she smiles back at me and replies,

"Don't worry about me, did you already forget who got you into RPG's anyway? Your sisters and I almost had to drag you away from fighting games and brawlers to get you to try RPG's , maybe I should be worried about you spending your points wrongly."

Ah yes I remember those hellish days

Sigh

When I was little I was a bit weird because nothing existed to me besides wrestling on TV, side scrolling brawlers and fighting games. All other forms of entertainment just didn't matter.

It really didn't come to a head until The Lord of The Rings movies came out and I didn't want to watch them with Sheila and my sisters. It was the final nail in the coffin to them and What came next was a Hell month of me being drowned in Science Fiction and Fantasy media.

They even bothered to quiz me  on everything I was made to read, play or watched. God it was awful.

At least Sheila was a bit softer on me compared on my pair of slave driver sisters. Though I always kinda attributed her softness to me with her just not living with us.

To be completely honest I kept up on the latest fantasy and sci-fi movies and novels to keep my sisters off my back and to avoid giving them any reason to do another hell month.

Even now I will almost on reflex buy a new fantasy novel to read when I hear my sisters are coming to visit.

Those girls are damn near fanatical about the stuff really.

"Since it seems this system is like its based around a Dungeons and Dragons type stat system. Since its like that we can guesstimate what each stat does."

Sheila takes a deep breath to steady herself since she knew I was a captive audience.

"One. Strength is basically how much force you can exert. Most likely used for Melee damage. Two. Dexterity is most likely your basic speed and your hand eye coordination. Most likely used for Ranged weapons, not sure if it ads to ranged damage. Three. Constitution should be your stamina, poison and disease resistance. Four. Intelligence probably governs mana capacity and helps your cognitive functions. Five. Wisdom could be for either better mana regeneration or makes your magic more potent. Also If its completely like Dungeons and Dragons It should govern your 5 senses also. Six. Charisma is most likely leadership type skills and conversation stuff. I never used Charisma based characters so I never bothered to read up on it. Does everything sound right to you William? "

Damn she reasoned all that pretty damn quickly and it all sounds pretty damn believable, we might have to experiment to see exactly what the stats do later.

"Also William Keep everything above 10 just in case there are some negative modifiers If you have single digit stats. In the mean time I'm going to go With a Dex/Int/Wis build since I need to be able to keep up with you and handle my gun well, also since you can't use magic, I'm going to build myself to be able to use magic pretty well If we ever figure out how to get magic skills."

And once again she surprises me with her thinking everything through so fast. She isn't wrong though since I was going to go for a Lightning Bruiser build anyway so her being a ranged gunner with magic to support me doesn't sound to bad at all.

I mumble status to open my menu up and dump my points from my 5 levels into Str/Dex/Con, 12pts/8pts/5pts respectively. I'll put some points in my other stats when I get more points but at the moment I don't have the luxury of wasting points until I'm strong enough to better protect myself from these monsters.

Which by the way, how much damage does my fist and my blade do anyway?

"Equipment."

EquipmentHeadNoneRing 1NoneChestOrdinary ShirtRing 2NoneLegsOrdinary JeansRing 3NoneRight HandPaper Trimmer BladeRing 4NoneLeft HandUnarmedNecklace / AmuletNoneFeetTennis ShoesCoat / CapeNone

Well this seems to be a pretty normal equipment list. Not alot of slots but it's still enough for most rpg's I've played in the past.

I poke my finger out at my right hand slot and another screen pops up

Paper Trimmer BladeOld but well Maintained paper trimmer blade

Damage: 17-25

Durability: 35/40

It seems the blade is aint half bad, though I'm not sure how long durability will last and how to maintain it. Maybe It increases when i sharpen it?

"Hey we can pull up an equipment list. It seem's kinda basic overall but still useful to check damage of weapons."

She looks up for a moment before smiling, nodding and letting her vision go back to what ever she was doing,

I put that aside for a moment before I click on the box for my left hand

UnarmedThese Hands have been blessed with the Symbol of the King of Hearts

Damage: 23 - 33

Durability: N/A

Wow!

My fist cab do up to 33 damage by itself?!

And They are Blessed by The King of Hearts title? Oh yes this is very good. I want to kiss my mother for getting me do to Karate as kid. I may not have fought enough for it to have been useful in the old world but now It could just be the skill to save my life.

A dry laugh escapes me before it devolves into full on laughter, loud enough to drag Sheila out of whatever she was doing and watch me as I continued for a few minutes before stopping slowly, catching my breathe from the laughter that came excitedly out of me.

As I regain my composure I see Sheila looking at me with a bemused look on her face,

"Since your laughter party is over Mr. Happy pants, Can we sit down and plan out what to do now ok? We are still in a Red Dome if you look out the window William and We have no way of knowing how to get out the damn thing. We don't know what is outside the door either. I only have 18 bullets left for the pistol so getting to my car needs to be a priority."

Well that killed my happy buzz, I sigh and sit down at one the round tables in the room, signaling for her to sit down in front of me and we talk out our plans for almost an hour. They were pretty productive overall and we laid out our goals as such:

1. Use the double exp week we both got to its fullest and clear out this whole floor of beasts to keep our home base safe.

2. Get to Sheila's car parked in the teachers parking pad in the back of the school to retrieve the all 250 rounds of ammunition she has in her car so we don't have to worry about running out anytime soon.

3. Figure out how to get skills.

4. Secure food from the Senior cafeteria in this building before we run out of food in the teachers lounge. Fortify this position and make sure It is safe and comfortable to live in for however long we are going to be here.

After we figure out our goals and plans we start cleaning up the lounge under the cascading red light of the dome. All the trash is emptied out of the window and it is then we notice that we can't see below us because their is some type of fob barrier is separating the floors of the school from view but the trash falls through them so we figure that the Council of Worlds are just dicks to block off our view of the ground floor inside the dome as we should have been able to see the teachers parking pad from the window.

We put it behind us as we begin to haul the ghoul bodies and the remains of hangover teacher. He was super unlucky for monsters to have spawned in this room. We give him a few quick prayers before sliding his remains out the window.

It takes about 2 more hours for Us to clean the room up and cut out the blood soiled carpet spot where the bodies were for awhile. We fold up the round tables except for one for ourselves. We even took the cushions out of the couch and the love-seats to make a makeshift bed using two cloth table clothes to cover them.

We even go Around to checking the food we had in the fridge, which along with the lights above us still had power, and We figure out that if we ration the lunches the teachers brought we had enough food for atleast 3 days and with the snack and soda machine we should be good for atleast a week but we had to get to the cafeteria before the power ran out or was cut so that we can get to all the meat in there.

Not many other useful things were found besides more scissors and tape. I did happen to find a sewing kit that must have been put there by the art teacher. I set it aside for the moment since we have no need for it yet but I almost guarantee our clothes are going to need it.

I sigh again thinking of my mother and the random ass life skill she taught me so I would be self sufficient When I moved out of the house. Seems Like sewing was going to be way more useful now than I could have believed.

We sit down for a meal of chips and half a foot long turkey and ham sub from the fridge along with someone's Apple Juice. We eat it all greedily before I pull out my phone and see if it still works, to find it working and flashing the time, 2:45.