I shook my head and stopped thinking about such philosophical things, took the lamp and searched the store again to make sure I hadn't missed anything useful.

With the lamp he was very quick, but unfortunately the only thing that came in handy was a small fruit knife. As it can be useful I saved it.

I approached the door with the saber in hand, the previous owner of the body had some knowledge in sabers for being from an aristocratic family where it is necessary to have some basic knowledge of survival and fighting.

When I was right in front of the door, I hesitated to open it but I recorded the promise I made to find my sister, and without hesitation I opened the door and suddenly a cold wind hit me.

The only thing that gave me a little heat was the gas lamp in my hand, but its light did not reach all sides and I felt that there were eyes analyzing me where the light did not reach.

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What I did regarding this feeling was to ignore it and give it to my imagination. Before I left I remembered to lock the door, but since I don't have the key I could only leave it open.

I quietly observe the corridor in front of me and I walk through it as quietly as possible, as I walk I notice that there were some rooms, I try to open them to see what they contained but they were locked and I don't try. forcing them out of fear of drawing attention to the fact that either I lived here or worse than that, there would be zombies in that room, although I didn't hear any noise, I muttered to myself.

"I won't risk it"

I kept walking ignoring the rooms that appeared from time to time until I found a staircase that apparently led me up.

"Apparently I'm somewhere underground," I muttered.

I hesitated for a moment and then he was walking up the stairs slowly, as he went up I could see my surroundings slowly lighten up.

When I finally got to the top of the stairs, I noticed an aged door, I approached it slowly, but not before preparing my saber for whatever was beyond this door.

I slowly opened the door and thank goodness, despite being old, it opened normally and only released a small, almost inaudible creak from the hinges.

I walked slowly through the door and down the sunlit hallway.

and there I saw it

My first enemy, his skin was rotten and full of maggots, and he was crawling slowly, he was definitely a zombie.