The doors ahead to the main chamber were closed. Tim was pushing them, gently trying the handle, it was obvious they were locked. But another open door was to his left.

Tim pulled himself inside and got choked by the heavy air. He scanned the musty room, antique furniture, a few crates. He looked to the far wall, saw a hint of light above through the crumbling limestone and greeted by a large graffiti: THE END IS HERE.

"...Damn, never thought I will see this kind of thing in my life." Tim said in amazement.

Right now he was looting in the church. Except for the kitchen knife and the gun he left everything else on the thirty-fifth store. His backpack, which contained canned foods and beer, then the plastic bag full of soda, the steel pipe, the handmade flamethrower and the newly obtained axe.

With a sigh, Tim used the stair and moved into the gallery level, and saw, through the dust and rot, ornate but faded splendour. At the far end, a stained glass window was illuminated by the light. He padded in, stood at the gallery, facing the stained-glass window for a moment before looking down...

Beneath were hundreds of dead bodies. Layered over the floor, jammed into the pews, spilling over the altar. The scene of an unimaginable massacre.

Tim stood, stunned. Not because he was mesmerized by the freak show; in fact, he somehow already used to this kind of sight, but because he realized there was no monster in this room, is it already escaped? is it still hiding in this church?

As he wandered through the church with a knife in his hand. Where literally anything could be hiding. He suddenly sensed movement on the next right side of the conjunction.

Gulping down his saliva, Tim clenching tight the knife on his right hand and advanced cautiously, still wary of any potential ambush.

He turned to the right side then saw four people, standing motionless at different positions facing away from him. Their postures and stillness make their status unclear. Tim hesitated before speaking.

"...Hello?"

Immediately, the four heads flick around. And something that didn't suppose to be there appeared, right above their head were the letter and the level. Zombie Lvl 6.

And the next moment, there was the powerful thump of a door at the far end of this chamber. Tim stunned by the sound as the four zombies started moving, the door thumped again - another stunningly powerful blow, the noise echoing around the chamber.

As Tim started to get his act together, the four zombies already locking their sight on Tim and started sprinting. The blood smeared and collected around their nose, ears, and mouth. Darkened and crusted, with some fresh blood glistening and dripping from their mouth.

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Tim only imagined that they were a trio before some poor soul got forced to join their little band.

The first zombie rushed at him, all teeth and groans. In a movement of pure instinct, Tim swung the knife just as the zombie was about to reach him - and connected directly with the man’s head.

Earned 6 Dust.

If Tim could rate his majick, the incoming notification every time he managed to kill something was the best one.

The second zombie stepped forward. "...Is this some kind of old-school JRPG?" Tim mocked the zombie action.

And immediately regretted that. The second zombie was faster and stronger than the first one. Using his bulky body he charged and knocking Tim to the ground, as the result, the knife was flying from Tim's hand. And he was no match for its savagery. It was a struggle just to keep its jaws from Tim's throat.

As if that weren’t enough, the third zombie was slowly closing in. It will be through in moments. "Grh...oi, oi... where's the turn-based rule?"

They want brain, his brain.

The zombie on top of Tim forced its jaws around my face. "Grh... sorry dude, I- grh... don't swing that way."

His hand was already there, on his gun holster.

BANG!

With deafening sound, the second zombie blood and brain splattered onto the limestone wall. The second zombie stopped moving.

Earned 8 Dust.

The third zombie charged. Ferocious, unstoppable but slower than the second one. In one slick fluid move, Tim took his kitchen knife, stood up and dived the knife into the third zombie's head before slammed her to the limestone wall.

Earned 6 Dust.

As soon as Tim finished with the third one, he turned around and the fourth one already smacked his face toward him but Tim was faster than the stiff corpse, he pointed the gun toward his head, point blank and drilled a bullet through his forehead.

Earned 6 Dust.

As the fourth zombie collapsed, just before his body had hit the ground, the door at the end of this chamber smashed open. Where dozen more of zombies charged to Tim.

"Shit..."

Tim broke into a run, back to the gallery, where he saw all the corpses below were now starting to move around.

"Jesus!"

Tim run downstair shouting in his heart as he noticed every zombie was looking at him. Just keep running, just keep running, running, running.

"...Sugar Honey Ice Tea." Tim said when he realized he'd blocked the entrance with chairs and plank.

Into the front entrance, where the locked door now strained under the blows of the Infected inside. Tim was desperately pulling the chair back. At least he would have a better chance of surviving by being chased by the dogitator rather than hundred of zombies in closed space.

"Enhance: Sprint!!!" Tim threw the dice and just the moment after he opened the plank. The locked the doors were broken open, and the zombie gave chase. In the open field, several dozen dogigator already waiting for him.

Well... Several dozens were waaay smaller than hundred so without doing any equation, Tim sprinted down the stone steps, this time getting chased by the dogigators, the bat-mons, and the zombies.