The end of the world started without any warning. Mrs. Sweets was chosen as one of the lucky ones across the 8.1 billion people on the planet right now. However, before she could quite understand what was going on or what was happening, she witnessed a miraculous sight. Along with the other parents and faculty members at the PTA meeting. In the middle of the classroom, there was a sharp crack like lightning. Along with that sound, everyone witnessed a strange crack appear above them. From that unexplainable distortion of space, something seemed to be forcing itself out. By this point several parents and faculty members started running out of the room.
“Go! Go! Go! Head to the nearest teacher's lounge!” Mrs. Flanders shouted.
“We can barricade and call the police there! Hurry!” Doctor Jones added.
Mrs. Sweets didn't dilly-dally. She followed along with the rest of the parents and teachers. Not knowing what kind of creature was coming out of that weird crack. What she did focus on was the fact that there were multiple cracks appearing throughout the school and campus. She and the others finally realized that their choice to flee was the correct one when they saw what came out of the cracks. Monsters. Real monsters in real life. They didn't hesitate to speed their way into the faculty room even faster.
Out the window, Mrs. Sweets saw as some lizard-like dog monster chased after a young man on all fours before extending its tongue out of its mouth and stabbing the boy through the chest. He fell down dead as the creature slowly walked over to his corpse. Before she could see the aftermath, they made it to the faculty lounge. Everyone began barricading the door with supplies in the room. Tables, chairs, storage closet, and even the vending machines were moved and used as barricades. The sounds of roars, hissing, and screams of other people in the campus rang in their ears. People desperately began dialing 911 only for them to be put on indefinite hold.
Mrs. Sweets clutched her phone tightly as her call went to voice mail yet again. "Rose, darling, please pick up. Mommy needs to know you're alright." Her hands shook as she ended the call, dread and panic rising in her throat. It wasn't like Rose to ignore her calls. Her daughter was usually glued to her phone. For it to go straight to voicemail not once but three times now sent Mrs. Sweets' mind spiraling with terrible thoughts. She tried to take a calming breath but it caught in her lungs. Worry was a vise gripping her chest, constricting her airway. Rose was all she had left in this world since losing her husband. The thought of something happening to her precious daughter was more than Mrs. Sweets could bear.
Rationally, she knew worrying wouldn't change anything. But she couldn't just sit here, waiting for a call that may never come. Rose could be hurt, or worse. Mrs. Sweets had to find her, had to know she was alright with her own eyes. Mrs. Sweets finally took the time to understand the changes that happened to her. Just before everything went down, Mrs. Sweets felt something strange in her body. Along with that weird feeling surging through her, some information was present in her brain. The only thing she could retain were two words. Critical Strike. Maybe this could help her find her daughter… As worried as she was, she knew those monsters would tear her apart if she went looking now. She needed a weapon or something to defend herself from those things.
“Here. Drink this. I know you're worried but we have to keep our strengths up until the police arrive to save us.” Another parent handed her a soda.
“Thank you very much.” Mrs. Sweets smiled at him as she took the beverage.
As she opened up the fizzy drink and took a sip, instantly something felt strange. Critical Strike: Nutritional Effect x10! Strange was an understatement, Mrs. Sweets found out after getting a critical strike. She felt like a child again. A child who just downed a whole bunch of sugary candy and was filled with insatiable energy. But that wasn't the only thing she felt. It felt like the world was moving much slower. When she went to open up the blinds and made eye contact with a monster climbing alongside the wall. She had more than enough time to visually see the humanoid spider monster open all sixteen of its eyes, snarl at her, and bring back two of its four spider legs to stab at her. Without much difficulty, Mrs. Sweets moved out of the way far before the monster broke through the window and leaped inside.
However as it was breaking in and realizing how much food was present in front of it, Mrs. Sweets grabbed one of the chairs and swung it toward the spider creature. Critical Strike: Strength x5! The chair crumpled the creature’s torso inward as it smashed into the wall with a piercing screech. It slumped to the ground with erratic twitches, yet not showing any signs of movements afterward. Mrs. Sweets held the chair by one of its legs as she realized that she may not be entirely human anymore. “I'm glad there's no mess. I'd feel bad if you all had to see something like that and be stuck in here with it.” She giggled.
No one made a sound as they just looked at her in astonishment. Then they looked at the dead monster. Multiple realizations appeared in their individual minds. Some looking at Mrs. Sweets, others at the corpse, and a small few repeatedly looking at Mrs. Sweets and the monster.
“They can be killed…”
“She killed it…”
“How…?!”
“It wasn't too hard. I just hit it with this chair.” Mrs. Sweet explained, lifting the the chair slightly.
Whether or not she was being intentionally misleading is something only Mrs. Sweets would know. However what she did know was that with this critical strike thing, she could go find her daughter. Without being completely defenseless against the monsters around the campus. Throwing her chair out of the window, Mrs. Sweets prepared to descend out the window.
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“Mrs. Sweets! This is the fifth floor!” Doctor Jones reminded her.
“Can't you stay here and protect us while we wait for the police or the military to show up?!” A parent asked.
“I'm sorry. I have to find my daughter. But I'll be back if I can. Please barricade the window after I leave, alright?” Mrs. Sweets gently informed them.
Right after saying that, she jumped out the window with the energy from the soda still flowing through her. When she landed on the ground, the thing activated again just like she thought! Critical Strike: Defense x2! Landing on her feet, Mrs. Sweets felt an ache in her legs but besides that she was completely fine despite jumping out of a five story window. Without wasting any time, Mrs. Sweets kept an ear out for a notification from Rose on her phone while she headed toward Armen’s Culture Hall. Her little Rose was a music major, hoping to be a rockstar. A brief thought entered Mrs. Sweets’s mind as she walked down the walkway leading to the music building.
Should she be walking out in the open while there were several monsters out here too? She guessed that it wouldn't hurt to hurry along as several monsters saw her from far away and were actively running towards her. Critical Strike: Speed x7! It was rather difficult in Mrs. Sweets opinion to get used to suddenly running seven times faster than you normally do. She was sure that if she didn't have that soda, she would've already tripped and fell on her face. How embarrassing would that be? A grown woman tripping over her own legs. At her age, the only falling she should be doing is falling in love. With a smile on her face at that little joke, Mrs. Sweets cleared the campus in no time thanks to her newfound speed. The monsters chasing her could only give up.
Choosing not to bother wasting their energy chasing prey that's more troublesome than what it's worth. At least, that's what Mrs. Sweets thought as she burst through the double doorway entrance into the music building. To greet her, a faceless monster with the upper body of a human but tentacles dragging on the floor as its feet ran after her. In its hand was a sharp knife and it wore a black robe. Mrs. Sweets saw the slimy trail it left on the floor, the sharp glint of the knife in its hand, and the lack of any notable facial features on its white face. Her speed critical strike wore off as soon as she made it inside and stopped running. As that knife was heading towards her chest, Mrs. Sweets couldn't help but wonder if she could get multiple critical strikes or it was just one at a time.
Wielding a chair, filled with more energy than a widow housewife should, and currently more alert and focused than any human should be, Mrs. Sweets bashed her chair across the monster’s face. Critical Strike: Strength x4! The sound of its face cracking as the chair impacted it along with a sorrowful wail was all Mrs. Sweets heard. When she looked down at the coiling and twisting body, she saw her own face behind the mask. Emotionless and eyes blank. Then it stopped moving as Mrs. Sweets brought down the chair again. Mrs. Sweets tried to pocket that very gorgeous looking kitchen knife that it had but as she grabbed it something happened. Critical Strike: Loot x 20! The knife and corpse transformed into a small brown pouch.
When she jiggled the pouch, she heard metal clanking and some other stuff. Opening it up, the pouch disappeared as a golden knife and a cube-shaped piece of meat fell to the ground. After that, she pocketed both the knife and meat as she started looking for her daughter. Checking room after room down the hallways. Despite not even an hour passing by since this whole thing started, Mrs. Sweets and her chair have managed to take out almost a dozen monsters as she continued to search for her daughter. The music building's hallways were covered in both monster corpses and human corpses. It wasn't until she reached the entrance of the main auditorium that she saw other living humans. They barricaded themselves in the auditorium. Blocked all the entryways and exits. Well, Mrs. Sweets hoped they would be able to get out and find some food at least. But her concern wasn't about that at all. She knocked on one of the barricaded entrances and waited for someone to come nearby.
Besides this place, she's already cleared out the whole music building of monsters. This was the last place her little Rose could be. If she wasn't here, she'd have no clue where to look. And as sad as it is, Mrs. Sweets has been checking the bodies of people killed by monsters for her Rose. Thankfully, none of the ones she's seen up close so far were her daughter.
“Excuse me. I'm Mrs. Sweets. I'm wondering if my daughter Rose Sweets is in there.” Mrs. Sweets sweetly asked.
“A person!”
“Someone's still alive out there!
“Who the hell is she looking for?”
“Someone named Rose.”
“Do we have a Rose in here?”
Silence rang out as no one spoke up claiming to be Rose.
“Isn't Rose that chick who's always skipping class?”
Oh dear, that did sound like her little Rose.
“I don't fucking know where she is.”
“Are you going to tell her that?!”
“Thank you all for your help.” Mrs. Sweets told them with a giggle. “There are no more monsters out here.”
“What really?!” Someone shouted.
“Where'd they go?”
“To eat other people I guess.”
“Thank god…” Someone loudly sobbed in relief.
“Wait! Mrs. Sweets! Do you know what happened to the monsters?!” A security guard for the campus came up to the blockade.
“Yes.” Then she left as the people inside began taking down the barricades.
Sadly, Mrs. Sweets helpful chair did not survive her journey through Armen’s Culture Hall. In her hands, the only thing remaining of that chair were two metal chair legs. She still had the knife hidden away but it was safer to use the chair legs since they were longer. Despite her journey so far with killing and fighting monsters, Mrs. Sweets was still a bit squeamish about doing so. After all, what kind of proper lady goes around fighting monsters? If her daughter's whereabouts weren't currently unknown, she'd still be in the teacher's lounge with the others waiting for rescue. She definitely wasn't suited for this type of messy rough and tough life. Being a simple housewife was good enough for her.