I stared out our apartment building window, I don't know for how long. Only that it wasn't long enough.
Impassively I gazed at the carnage below, rotting corpses wandered the streets, strange creatures prowled around the animated dead. I even saw a few survivors running around.
But it was like I was seeing everything in grey.
I wonder if they felt pain as they died, did I kill them quickly or slowly?
I wonder if they hate me.
What were they thinking? Did they have any last words? What would they think of me?
I don't know anything. Nothing at all.
My parents were dead, all because of me.
I killed them.
I MURDERED THEM!
I slammed my fist against the window, shattering the thin glass. The shards fell down the building and clattered against the pavement below. A few undead wandered lifelessly over.
I broke down.
I cried, I screamed, I let out inhuman shrieks of terror and grief.
Then I stopped.
What.... What if it isn't my fault?
What, what if it's this fucking apocalypse fault?
Am I letting it win?
Will I let this thing beat me into submission?
Fuck no.
My.... My dad once told me, the reason we fall down, is to learn how to get back up.
I will never seek redemption for what I've done to my parents, I won't seek forgiveness.
Because I shouldn't have any. I don't deserve it.
I killed them, nothing will ever come close to repairing that.
My aim now is to survive, by any means necessary.
I looked around the room I was in, the kitchen.
I rustled through one of the drawers until I found my bounty, a butchers knife.
The undead fuckers ain't getting me, this time the hunter shall become the hunter!
Wait.
My slow brain finally caught on the something I didn't want it to catch.
Those blue windows earlier? Could it be....
"S-Status"
STATUS:
Name: Cain Neart
Race: Undead (Biter Class)
Title: Primordial of the Rapture
Level: 1/25
HP: 100/100
MP: 30/30
Strength: 12
Agility: 5
Dexterity: 5
Vitality: 10
Intelligence: 3
Skills:
N/A
Abilities:
Evolve (Unique)
I knew it.
Race, undead.
I'm a fucking zombie. But why aren't I wandering around like a mindless beast?
Is it only a matter of time, or is it something to do with my ability, evolve?
I guess only time will tell.
My strength seems to be my specialty at the moment, my vitality comes at a close second. My dexterity, Agility and intelligence are pretty crappy though.
Well, assuming I'm not hallucinating, and if this is all real, then I would assume that to level up and get stronger I would have to kill things.
But first, I need more information, maybe if I be more specific in my words the system will give me more info.
"Status extra information!"
Nope.
"Status, More information?"
....
"Status, Race?"
Race: Undead (Biter class)
Racial skills:
Dead body: Eating, sleeping and drinking are unnecessary
Infection: Can make others mindless undead with a single direct bite
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There we go, that's pretty disturbing and makes me feel kinda sick though.
Not eating, sleeping and drinking are going is going to be a life saver in this mess, but that infection ability does not bode well with me.
I would be giving the victim a fate worse than death by using it, it'd be like..... Like what happened to me.
I can't ever use that ability, ever.
But this whole game status thing is pretty darn cool. I wonder if it's only me with this ability or is it everyone?
Well, for now I should become stronger. If my predictions come true than the monstrosities out there will only become stronger as time goes on.
Wait.
Aren't I one of those monstrosities too?
I rushed to our bathroom, scrambled over to the mirror and willed myself to look.
What I saw wasn't quite as bad as I thought it'd be, but still pretty bad.
My hair had turned white, my eyes a deep crimson red and when I bared my teeth, I saw that my canines had tripled in size. Luckily they slipped comfortably behind my teeth like a snake.
But that was a small comfort.
I was a monster.
My legs felt very weak all of a sudden, I fell to the floor, my eyes glazed over. What was the point? I was already dead, I had lost everything, even my humanity!
No.
NO!
To fall down and die now would be pathetic, my parents didn't die for this! I didn't die for this!
Time to get my shit together.
I went to my bedroom and grabbed a small backpack, one of the ones you see cyclists often use. Then I put any knives that came with sheaves in the travel pack. I wouldn't want to get stabbed in the back now would I?
There was no need to take food or water luckily so I still had plenty of space.
Next I grabbed a small pillow and blanket and crammed them in there too, I might not need sleep but a little bit of comfort never hurt anybody.
Next a took off my school clothes and put on a black shirt and black hoodie, along with some black cargo pants and runners to complement my burglar look, now all I needed was a beanie.
Well, we didn't have any first aid equipment or firearms sadly, so this was pretty much all I could see that I needed. I took two of the knives and attached them to my belt using some clips.
I then went back downstairs, I tried to inch my way too the door without opening my eyes, but in the end I still had too.
I felt tears prick my eyes, but I furiously wiped them away and made my way to the door. Leaving the remains of my parents behind.
Once I reached the door I placed my ear to the wood and listened, I could hear some muffled shuffling.
I took out one of my knives and shakily held it in my hand, whilst opening the mahogany door.
Once open I nervously stuck my head out and looked up and down the corridor, I saw one zombie about 20m down the corridor.
I quickly stepped out the door and quietly closed it behind me, honestly I wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible.
Unfortunately we must have really needed to oil the thing because it made a loud creaking noise as I closed it, I clenched my teeth and turned to the zombie, which was shuffling towards at a pace slightly faster than walking.
I glared at the thing with intense hatred, raising my knife and stepping towards one of my brethren to the impossibly loud beat of my dead heart.
Once about 6m away I broke into a dead sprint and wildly planted a solid kick on the thing's rotting abdomen, it was swept off its feet and landing on its back with a loud thud.
I dropped down onto it, using my knees as a brace against it. It wildly tried to claw me, but before it could land too solid of a hit, I had already sunk my knife through its eye.
It's movements were stopped rather suddenly as it went limp, and to my pleasure I was awarded with a small ding.
Level gained
Well that confirmed my suspicions of the stats, I can level up by killing. After checking my stats briefly a saw that I had gained 5 status points to allocate. I immediately added 3 to strength and 2 to agility.
Right now strength would be what would save me, in this apartment building with small enclosed spacing strength is going to be key, and I still needed to go down to ground floor, as right now I was on the top floor.
I gripped my bloody knife and started walking towards the stairwell, however as I rounded the corner I was met with 8 zombies, all turning to face me as one.
I grinned and gripped the knife until my knuckles turned white, cracking my neck and staring the zombies in the their cold lifeless eyes, I said to myself.
"If Death can't keep me down, neither can you."