I woke up to some gunshots near my room. I hurriedly pretend to insert the needles in my arms, and then lie down and act as a coma patient. Quickly after that, I heard my door being smashed, and three burly dudes with automatic machine guns bursting into my room.

They looked around the room, saw me, and shouted that they had found a comatose person. A few minutes later, a small petite woman came in, and said to just leave me here, because I had no value as a hostage, or as a sacrifice. They had seen my medical logs, and also that I had been in a coma for five years. Apparently, my doctor didn’t have the time to register my awakening before the mass shootings happened.

After a bit of deliberation, the three burly dudes and the petite woman left my room, and hammered something on the now mangled door. I waited for about half an hour before deciding that the coast was clear, and opened my eyes. The coast was clear. No jump scare or anything. Seeing as my food stock was nabbed by the three thugs, I had to go get some more food. Consuming organic material is how us humans regain energy after all.

So I decided to try and sneak into the kitchen, and see if there is anything left. I had luckily taken a map of the grounds before I had gone back to my room yesterday. I looked at the map, and the kitchen and storehouse were quite far away. This hospital is huge! I slowly opened my door, but the moment I opened it a bit, an alarm went off. I instantly heard shouting, and then stomping towards my direction. I started to sprint towards the corridor, and the moment I turned the corner, the three burly dudes from before spotted me. They shouted: He’s here! Don’t let him get away!” , and then they started shooting at me.

I sprinted towards the warehouse, ran inside, and barricaded myself inside. Fortunately for me, they hadn’t taken the food inside. Unfortunately for me, they were now surrounding the building. I decided to loot the place, and Ifound lots of guns, ammo, and a scientist. The scientist suddenly looked up, and decided to go full NPC on me, and started explaining all the strange items around us. The small bag was actually a dimensional pouch made from the trunk of a D-class trucktor. That sword was made from a gobtruck fang.

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After a while of him droning on about all these items and their abilities, I pressed the skip button and asked him what these trucklins, and so on were. He was astonished that I didn’t know what these were, and then he showed me a phone, and told me that five years ago, trucks got their own consciousness, and mutated into monsters, a bit like monsters from R.P.G games, but then as trucks. These items were made from the loot from some of the monsters that this base had defeated.

This base is apparently not a hospital, but a military base that rescues potential fighters, and trains them and helps them get used to their potential abilities, until they can fight the truckmons. The truckmons is the general term for monsters that look like trucks. I asked the scientist what special abilities I had, and I was told to put my hand on a blue crystal. He also explained to me that that blue crystal was the core of a Seuk.

The moment I placed my hand on the crystal, the scientist whose name I had garnered was Alwon, said that I had two skills, which was extremely rare. On the other hand, he didn’t know what the skills could do, because he had never heard of either of the skills before. He could only guess based off of their names. The skills I have are Analysis, and Crafting. I decided to try out Analysis right away, and it explained my skills to me. How convenient. Analysis analyses anything that is of a lower level than it, and Crafting lets me craft anything, as long as I have the required items for it, and my skill level is high enough. I decided to then Analyse Alwon, and I was immediately faced with an error sign from my skill. Strange. I then proceeded to Analyse the entire warehouse.

My Analyse found a suspicious trapdoor shaped like a vent that leads outside. It reminded me of a video game I used to play. When I told Alwon what had happened outside, he immediately suggested that we take all the valuable loot from the warehouse, and escape. I first asked him if I could eat, and possibly sleep as well, seeing as I had just woken up from my coma yesterday. Alwon agreed, and so I made my first friend. We agreed that Alwon would have the first shift, and he would wake me if anything happened. That is how my second day in the Truckalypse ended.