Tim ran, with the setting sun came a sky of fire, the orange of every wintry hearth.

"Do I... do I manage to shake them off?" Muttered Tim with a ragged breath.

Then suddenly, from out of the shadows, a spectre-like figure lunged at him, flailing and biting at his arms. It was a dogigator, there were several bleeding wounds over its body.

"Grh! These... things... are so fucking persistent!"

Tim was flailing his hand while his wobbly legs kept moving forward, it was useless. Although the dogigator was weak and slow, it had a strong jaw and managed to hold on to Tim's hand. Realizing he was having the struggle to free himself, he darted to the nearby building, trying to slam the dogigator onto the wall.

Another creature suddenly appeared from the doorway. A male zombie, it staggered out from the door. Tim struggled with his holster trying to free his handgun. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his leg. Another dogigator was biting his

ankle, embedding the teeth deeper and pulling Tim. He tried to kick it away, but with a shaky leg, he fell onto the ground.

The male zombie was moving closer while Tim tried to crawl away, but the dogigators kept its hold and dragged along behind Tim, who finally managed to level off his pistol. He fired at the ghoulish head which drew closer toward him. The zombie's skull blew open and its grasped relaxes.

Earned 6 Dust.

Tim was shaking violently, trying to break the dogigator away from him. His arm and gun stayed in the air, still poised. He fired again... and again... and again. The bullet tore through the first Dogigator shoulder...another shot...through its neck... the last bullet blasted away through the second Dogigator's skull.

Earned 3 Dust.

Earned 3 Dust.

"...Finally, there is a calm." Muttered Tim as he tried to open the Dogigator's jaw. Even when they were nothing but a corpse, their teeth still clenching tight on Tim's limbs.

Noticing there was no other monster on chasing after him, Tim sat up, trying to lean on the wall as the sun was subsiding, followed by a very faint howl from the distance.

"You're joking me..." 

There was hope before. A single hope to take one-minute rest, just a tiny breather before the night came.

As the pillar of light fell from the sky, illuminating the night as if this wasn't the nighttime. Tim heard another howl, clearer than before.

Biting his lips, Tim stood up as if there was an Earthquake happening beneath his feet. He looked to the building in front of him; it was a liquor store, the storefront and the door were made from glass, clearly not a good place for taking shelter.

But with another howl... Tim made up his mind, it was better to have a shelter rather than having none. 

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When he entered the store, he could see numerous bottle of liquor was smashed on the ground.

"...What the fuck?"

And clearly, there was something wrong with this place. At the far back of the rows of cabinets, there was four poster bed. The modern wall suddenly got split by the oak-panelled walls, and the room kept went on as if he'd just entered a soccer field. The rest of the room behind the rows of cabinets could be the best representation of a manor house in 19th maybe even 18th Century.

Tim thought nothing could surprise him anymore, but gulping his nervousness down, he looked around the room like someone who didn't know where he was.

Taking several high-content alcohol drinks with him, he'd just followed what the others in the movie usually did. Bracing himself, Tim drank some alcohol and poured the rest in his left hand and his right leg, trying to disinfect the open gaping wound.

The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at his stomach. There was nausea too, just enough to make him clenched the cabinet to stay awake and breath slowly. He'd often prized himself in ignoring pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn't possible right now.

"Next is..."

Leaning on the wall, he searched through the register and it seemed his luck hadn't been running out.

There were several pieces of handtowel, white and clean. A second after Tim finished wrapping the towel on his arm and his leg, another howl could be heard, this time closer than the last howl.

"Tsk!"

He could run back to the street and hoping for the best he managed to run past what he assumed as the Blood Hound in his condition, or he could venture the mysterious building, hoping he could find some place to rest without any disturbance.

Between the former and the latter, he chose the latter.

Tim stepped further to the inside, compared to the street or the store area, the inner part had this kind of feeling that nothing had happened; clean, quiet, there was no smell of blood or rotten corpse.

And clearly, this was bigger than the soccer field and there were several doors located on each side of this room. Curiously, Tim opened the first door he'd seen, he found another room just like this room but it was way smaller, only 3 meter square with three ancient wooden chests stood right in the middle.

"...Is this the treasure chest?" Tim sighed and cradling his head in confusion. "...So this place is a dungeon?"

Using his limited gaming knowledge, as far as Tim knew that most of the treasure chest would appear in the dungeon, he made that conclusion.

Sighing, Tim walked forward and opened them one at a time.

The first chest only contained leather shoulder bag. And when Tim's finger touched the bag. Another screen appeared.

Item Name: Item Bag

Item Rarity: Uncommon

Bonus Attribute: None

Salvage: 100 Dust

Effect:

This bag has an interior space considerably larger than its outside appearances. This bag can hold up to 500 kilograms, not exceeding a volume of 20 cubic meters. 

If the bag is overloaded, pierced, or torn, it ruptures and is destroyed, and half of its contents are randomly destroyed. Placing Item Bag inside an extradimensional space created by majick, another Item Bag or similar item effect instantly destroys both items.

A living creature can't be stored inside. A moving thing can't be stored inside. An unwilling sentient object can't be stored without their agreement. Liquid and any intangible things can't be stored inside (Unless they are contained). 

The second chest, neatly crisp white shirts. Very white, very conservative. Nothing happened when he touched the shirts, but when he first opened the chest, he got 200 Dust.

The third chest was bigger compared to the last two. When Tim opened it, its content was: A short bow, a quiver, and 20 arrows. Just like the second chest, nothing happened when he touched it.