Bob's lungs burned as he maneuvered through the dark forest, evading the zombie horde that was following him. His only goal was to reach the very large hill that overlooked the city, where he could strategize and make a plan to clear the city of these undead creatures. As he ascended the hill, his breaths became shorter and his legs burned with exertion, but he pressed on, fueled by his determination to save the city. Finally, he reached the top of the hill and looked out over the city, his mind racing with plans. With a newfound sense of purpose, Bob began to formulate his plan to rid the city of the zombie menace.
Bob walked determinedly into the city, his eyes fixed on the task ahead. The streets were littered with abandoned vehicles, shattered glass, and the occasional undead wandering aimlessly. But Bob wasn't deterred. His only goal was to clear the city, bit by bit. He had a mission to complete, and he wouldn't stop until it was done. With his weapon at the ready and his senses on high alert, Bob pushed forward, one step at a time. Every corner turned, every alleyway explored, brought him closer to his objective. He knew it would be a long and dangerous journey, but his determination and willpower drove him forward, fueled by a fierce desire to rid the city of its zombie infestation.
Bob paused for a moment, quickly scanned his surroundings, and then activated the Summoners Rolodex. Give me the minotaurs! Please! The Rolodex manifested in front of Bob and went through its Summoning Roulette. After spinning fast enough to make one slightly dizzy, if one were to watch it spin, which Bob did. Every single time. It started to slow down and then it locked in the Slime card. Well, it's not what I wanted but it could have been worse. I could be fighting zombies with a ragtag bunch of squirrels. It then began the multiplier reel and locked in with a 5x multiplier. The slimes materialized next to Bob.
Bob saw the cooldown timer and made a mental suggestion to the system to display it in the corner of his vision. He thought it would be easier if he could see it clearly without having to go into his system menu, it would be a lot easier this way if he found himself in a bind. He saw the timer appear in the corner of his vision and stay there, satisfied, he marched further into the infested city slimes in front escorting him. He walked through the deserted streets of the city, his heart racing as he heard the moans and shuffling of the undead creatures that infested the area.
The moaning of the undead was disturbing, and it was starting to get to Bob just a little bit. As he turned a corner, he came face to face with a group of zombies. Their eyes were lifeless, their skin gray and decaying. Bob felt a sense of dread wash over him as he realized that he was vastly outnumbered, even with his slimes. He raised his stick, ready to fight, he hoped that his stick and his slimes were enough to slay these creatures. The zombies started to shamble toward Bob, he got into what he thought was a fighting stance, but in reality, it looked like he was a farmboy holding a pitchfork for the first time. As Bob awkwardly held the stick, the zombies shuffled closer. What do I know about combat? I was a farmer, not one of those guys galavanting about swinging swords. Whose bright idea was it to come to a city full of zombies and try to fight them all alone? Oh right, it was me.
Bob shook his head and smiled ruefully, his hands tightened on the stick, as a look of determination filled his eyes. The small group of zombies shambled forward, groaning and growling as they spotted the five slimy creatures blocking their path. The slimes glistened in the dim light of the moon, their gelatinous bodies shifting and pulsating with otherworldly energy. The zombies, hungry for flesh, swiped and bit at the slimes in an attempt to get through them to me. If the zombies were sentient creatures and not mindless hunks of walking rotten flesh, they would have thought twice about attacking the slimes.
As soon as the rotten flesh of the zombies made contact with the slimy creatures, their acidic nature began to dissolve it away. The zombies moaned in pain, as their arms and jaws were eaten away, their putrid skin melting off in chunks. Can zombies even feel pain? But the slimes weren't content to just sit there and take the zombie's attacks. They began to launch acid projectiles at the zombies, their aim surprisingly accurate despite their seemingly simple forms. The projectiles sizzled and burned through the air, striking the zombies with deadly precision.
The zombies continued their mindless aggression, but the slimes were relentless, quickly closing in on them and launching wave after wave of acid attacks. One by one, the zombies fell, their bodies dissolving into piles of rotten flesh and bone. Finally, the last zombie crumbled to the ground, its body nothing but a pile of oozing decay. The slimes pulsed with victory, their acidic abilities having made quick work of the group. The Slimes were wiggling up and down in a weird manner, as if they were showing off, trying to get Bob to praise them for a job well done.
"Good Job, guys?" Bob said skeptically.
The slimes jiggling became even more pronounced like they were happy for the compliment. Weird, but hey they are summoned monsters from a cursed artifact, who am I to judge? While Bob was watching the slime's celebratory dance with a weird look on his face, he had stopped being aware of his surroundings. He suddenly heard the sound of shuffling footsteps behind him. Before he could turn around, a zombie came charging at him on all fours, its grotesque features twisted into a snarling grin. Bob's heart pounded in his chest as he saw the zombie charging at him at impossible speeds. After getting slightly closer, the zombie's back legs flexed, launching the creature through the air toward Bob.
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Bob swung his stick like a baseball bat, hitting the leaping zombie with a powerful strike that knocked it back. The zombie struggled to regain its footing, but before it could, Bob's slimes jumped on it eagerly, dissolving its decaying flesh with their acidic secretions. This zombie seemed to be made of tougher stuff than the last group. It got back up, ignoring its slowly dissolving flesh, and continued its attack on Bob. It growled with anticipation as it closed in on Bob, and began swiping wildly with its oversized front claws. Bob tried to fend it off with the stick, but it didn't go well as you can probably imagine, as a stick found on the ground isn't the best option to defend yourself with.
Bob managed to deflect one of the massive strikes, but as he reversed his swing to deflect the other one, the stick snapped in half as it connected with the other claw. The claw swipe continued forward, losing almost none of its momentum, hitting Bob in the shoulder. Deep gashes opened up, stretching from his shoulder into his abdomen, Bob flew back with a cry of pain. His body limply hit the side of a building, as he lay crumpled in pain. The Slimes redoubled their efforts alternating between ramming the creature and spitting acid at him. The zombie inched its way closer and closer to Bob's motionless form, as the slimes bombarded it.
With the constant barrage of acid coming out of the slimes, eventually, they got lucky and melted away the connective tissue between its shoulder and arm. The zombie growled in anger, as its arm fell to the group with a disgustingly wet-sounding plop. The zombie, enraged, began swiping at the slimes with its remaining arm trying to destroy them. With each attack, its claw started to dissolve faster. Moments later it was attacking them with only its arm, the claw long since melted away.
The zombie roared in frustration as its other arm hit the ground. In its rage, it continued to attack by trying to ram into the slimes. This only lasted for a short time, because the slimes began concentrating their fire on one of the legs. The leg snapped at the knee joint as the flesh and bone dissolved with the repeated acid attacks, causing the zombie to collapse pitifully on the ground. It attempted to scoot around using its one leg, but it was as slow as watching wheat grow. The slimes piled on it and let their bodies dissolve even more of its flesh as they unleashed a raging torrent of acid projectiles onto its prone form.
The zombie finally melted into a puddle of goo and decayed flesh bits, as the slimes did a little macabre dance on top of the disgusting pile. Bob who had been unconscious for the rest of this fight finally came to. As he opened his eyes all he saw was the slimes dancing on the remains of their zombie victim, he was weirded out and proud of his summons at the same time. It was at that point that he was poignantly reminded of the ghastly wound. You know, this hurts. Pretty darn bad. Bob gently placed his hand on the wound and cast Gentle Touch. He channeled the spell until his MP was depleted, and it eased the pain slightly while healing the wound a little. Bob got to his feet, grimacing through the pain, and started walking.
Bob crept cautiously through the streets of the zombie-infested city, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. He was badly wounded from his last encounter with that insanely fast zombie, and desperately needed a safe place to rest and recuperate. As he tiptoed past abandoned buildings and decaying vehicles, the stench of death and decay filled his nostrils, making him want to gag.
Every now and then, he heard a distant groan or shuffling sound, indicating that the zombies were not far away. Bob knew he had to be careful not to attract their attention, lest he ends up becoming their next meal. Despite his injuries, he pressed on, hoping to find a safe haven where he could heal and gather his strength for the next leg of his journey.
As he turned a corner, Bob caught sight of a partially collapsed building up ahead. The entrance was barricaded with piles of debris, but he noticed a small opening in the side of the structure that he might be able to squeeze through. Taking a deep breath, he crept towards the building, his heart pounding in his chest. With a burst of adrenaline, he darted towards the opening and squeezed his way inside, trying not to make too much noise.
Once inside, Bob was relieved to find that the interior of the building was relatively safe and secure. He searched the area for any signs of danger, but it seemed like the zombies hadn't yet discovered this particular location. Bob found a quiet corner where he could rest and started tending to his wounds, tearing strips of cloth from his shirt to make bandages. He carefully bandaged his injuries as best as he could, trying to avoid making any noise that might alert the undead to his presence. He then waited for his MP to regenerate before depleting it again on casting Gentle Touch.
The wound felt better and Bob could tell that underneath the bandage it had closed up a tiny bit more. Exhausted from his efforts, Bob eventually drifted off to sleep, his body slowly starting to heal. Despite the dangers lurking outside, he couldn't fight the drowsiness forced upon him by his wound and use of magic anymore. He knew that it was reckless, but he had a feeling that his monsters would watch over him, he was also pretty sure the Rolodex wouldn't let him die.