“We gonna die, we are going to diiiiiie.”
“SHUT UP, Mike.” Zeff shouted as he pressed the gas pedal even harder and steadied himself for the impact. The car was going too fast for him to try and move out of the way anyway, so he might as well speed up
[You killed a family of kobolds while they were crossing the street. Double EXP.]
[You have leveled up]
[You gained the ‘Drunk Driver’ title.]
The car levitated a little bit from the impact of hitting the three dogs like creatures, and almost swerved into a stop sign before Zeff fought it back under control.
Zeff ignored the dump system message and looked in the car mirror, but unfortunately for him. The zombie was still on their tails. “How in the freaking hell, does a corpse drive like this?” and just as he asked the question, a system message flashed into his eyes.
Mad Maxer Zombie Lv7
Description: He watched all the movies, read all the books, and played all the games. This motherfucker didn’t have a life when he had life, he even died trying to imitate what he loved, the poor bastard. but. It was all worth it, because now, you won’t be able to escape his crazy ass.
“This isn’t how an RPG game supposed to be.” Zeff screamed, as he tried to shake the zombie.
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When him and mike drove out of his apartment, they were confused. The monsters that were filling the street a few hours ago were no more to be seen.
At the beginning they thought they were just lucky, and that the monster have just moved to another location to hunt. But after driving through couple streets without seeing any monster, they came to the conclusion that the monsters might have only appeared in their location, But. They were wrong, oh they were so wrong.
Just as the car took a right turn in a crossroad, a strong light flashed from behind them and the humming of an engine resounded from afar. And the chase began.
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“He is closing on us. He IS CLOSING ON US ZEFF.” Mike was panicking, as the zombie car kept shortening the distance between them.
“Goddmit Mike, am driving a fucking accord not a sport car.” Zeff shouted back, as he took a sharp turn down a street, almost flipping the car in the process.
The zombie on the other hand was just showing of at this point. He hit the same turn even harder than Zeff, and balanced his car on two wheels and kept chasing them.
Zeff cursed when saw that, and cursed even more when he saw what was waiting for him down the street. Bunch of crashed cars were blocking the way. “You got to be kidding me!”
“It was nice knowing you Zeff.” Mike gave up, there was no way out for them.
"Not yet." As they approached the crash site, Zeff spotted a gap in the sidewalk. It wasn’t large enough for the car, but just big enough for them to slip through. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw the zombie's trick had slowed it down—just barely enough to make his plan feasible. "Get ready. When we get close, I'll stop the car, and we’ll sneak through that gap."
Zeff started to slow down, which made the zombie close some distance, but he didn’t have another choice. If he just stopped at the speed they were driving at, the car was bound to flip over.
“Get ready!” he shouted to Mike, tightening his grip on the steering wheel as he slammed the brakes. The tires screeched against the pavement, sending up a cloud of burnt rubber. Mike and Zeff were nearly launched out of their seats, saved only by their seatbelts.
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The car came to a shuddering stop, and Zeff flung open the door without looking back, bolting toward the gap. Mike was already ahead, running with all his strength. They squeezed through the narrow space and kept running.
Not even a minute later, they heard a deafening BOOM that rattled the ground. The pile of crashed cars shook violently, the zombie’s car had collided into it.
“Run faster!” Zeff shouted, fear prickling at the back of his mind. The possibility of an explosion loomed large.
Two minutes into their sprint, they heard another explosion, followed by a series of loud BOOMs. The crash site erupted into flames behind them.
Finally, feeling they’d put enough distance between themselves and the inferno, they slowed to catch their breath. Zeff collapsed onto the ground, while Mike leaned against a nearby tree, both of them heaving from exhaustion.
“Huuuh, this huuh, shit is fucking retarded, man. What kind of huh, fucking zombie drives a car?” Mike gasped, still trying to recover.
“Tell me about it,” Zeff replied, equally out of breath.
Unable to do anything but lie on the ground and catch his breath, Zeff remembered the level-up message and opened his status.
[You have a new title. Only one title can be active at a time.]
Title: Drunk Driver
Description: 5 cans of Beer, 3 shots of Hennessy and a bottle of Yeager. These were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect formula one driver. But the manager accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction—Tequila. Thus, The Drunk Driver was born.
Effect 1: +50% Damage to whatever you hit while driving.
Effect 2: You will have a weird compulsion to crash out your car.
Name: Zeff
Level:2
Class: None
Title: Certified Goblin Blower
Might: 7
Endurance: 6
Speed: 7
Mind: 9
Charisma: 5
Luck: 10
Stat Points: 5
Skills: None
I will pretend like I didn’t see this title. So, I get 5 stat point each level, sweet. He thought to himself. Now where should I put them? Might will help me fight monster and luck would… well make me lucky I guess, if that even how luck works now, but I doubt it. That would just be too broken, since it’s RPG luck properly increase drop rate and critical hit chance. Which I don’t need at the moment.
Thinking of the chase, his current condition and how he didn’t have a car no more, his eyes moved towered two stats. Endurance and speed, if I was a bit slower or unable to run longer, I would be dead right now.
Feeling like it was the right choice he put 2 points into endurance and the other 3 into speed. Upon doing so, he felt warm sensation pass through his body, removing his exhaustion and lessening the aching in his legs.
As he laid on the ground basking in the nice feeling, he heard Mike shouting. “Zeff stand up fast, there another zombie.”
Zeff grabbed the cleaver and sprang to his feet, quickly turning to face the same direction as Mike. There in front of him a zombie was moving slowly in their direction, But. This one looked kind of weird. Sure, it walks the walk and look the part, but something about it didn’t seem right to him.
The hollow look in the eyes, the yellow teeth and the pale but not yet rotten skin. When the zombie came closer to them, it finally clicked to him and he relaxed. “Hahaha, that isn’t a zombie man. That just a tweaker. We hit the jackpot.”
“What?” Confused Mike focused on the tweaker. “Damn man, you are right. That zombie driver must have given me PTSD, but how did we hit the jackpot though?”
Zeff smiled, and started to jog in the direction of the tweaker. “Who is better than tweakers to ask for information right now. Come on.”
Mike shook his head and followed behind him. “Well, he’s the same guy who shouted a crackhead told me the world would end out of his window. So, go figure.”
“Hey you what’s your name?” Zeff stepped Infront of the tweaker. “Did you see any vision? If you give us any useful information, I will give you some meth.”
The tweaker looked at Zeff with hazy eyes, and opened his dry mouth. “Ahhhhhh” The only thing that came out of his mouth was drool.
“Are we sure he isn’t a zombie.” Mike said as he waved his hand in front of the tweaker eyes. The man didn’t even blink. “Yeb, his mind is totally fried. Let’s just go man, we won’t able to get anything useful form him.”
Zeff let out a sigh, and took a last look at the tweaker. “You are right, I just wished if we got anything from him. Kinda makes me miss Tyron actually, he would at least give you a word or two.”
The pair stepped out of the tweaker's way to let him pass, and went in the opposite direction. After taking no more than ten steps away from him, they heard a sound behind them.
“Zeff die.”
Upon hearing those words, Zeff felt goosebumps all over his body and turned around. “Mike, you didn’t say my name in front of him, did you?”
“No, I don’t think I did.” Mike was as surprised as Zeff himself.
“Shiiiiiit.” Zeff cursed.