Gunther's life began on his twenty-first birthday. It wasn't due to finally moving out but rather the start of the apocalypse.
Day 1 :
Gunther shielded his eyes from an intense light as he peered through the tower window. Squinting, Gunther watched the sunrise reach its apex, defeating the darkness. Gunther felt the ground beneath his feet shake. Acting on instinct as the tower crumbled around him, Gunther threw himself out the window. He felt the sun's warmth, a final farewell before the end.
Opening his eyes, Gunther was thankful to find he wasn't plummeting to his death.
Another strange dream.
Gunther wiped his eyes and contemplated if he should get out of bed. He did this most mornings, especially on Sundays.
Rewarding himself for his herculean feat of moving out, Gunther decided to buy his favourite weed strain. None other than Sour Diesel.
Opening the fridge left a sour look on Gunther's face; his stomach growled in protest.
Maybe I could order some pizza from a local place? An excellent way to get the lay of the land. But more importantly...
Gunther rang the usual number and waited for someone to answer.
"You have reached Weed Incorporated. How may I be of service?"
He usually picked up after two rings; perhaps he had a new sales tactic.
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"3.5g Sour Diesel, Don't forget I'm at my new apartment," Gunther said, stifling a laugh at Moe's antics.
"10 minutes give or take," Moe confirmed.
Deciding that would be more than enough time to order pizza Gunther began browsing local restaurants. He ordered pepperoni from the most Italian-sounding place, "Osteria."
Knock, Knock!
Gunther opened the door to a horrid sight. Moe's face was dripping with blood, a bite mark visible on his cheek.
"Fucking let me in already!" Moe said, pushing past Gunther.
"What's wrong, man? Are you good?" Gunther said, worry in his voice.
Moe turned to look at Gunther, fresh blood dripping from his cheek. Suddenly his entire body began to convulse, sending him to the floor.
Is he having a stroke? Fuck what do I do? I know some CPR, but I don't think that would help.
Gunther's hands were shaking; he fumbled for his phone and began to dial for help. Before he could finish, Moe stopped moving.
Is he dead?
Gunther felt a wave of sickness rush through him. He vomited on the spot. To Gunther's surprise, a moment later, Moe stood upright.
"Moe, you good? What's happening?" Gunther said, frozen in place.
His head turned, following Gunther's voice as he charged toward him. Trusting his instinct, Gunther jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding him.
[Skill] Acquired! Congratulations, you have learned the "Dodge" [Skill].
Gunther desperately searched for a weapon ignoring the notification that filled his view. Noticing Moe rearing up for another charge, Gunther dashed towards the kitchen, hoping to reach a knife. Gunther grabbed the blade on the counter and slashed wildly at the oncoming creature. Gunther was launched across the room by the force of Moe slamming into him. The monster leaped onto him, pinning Gunther to the ground; blood began dripping onto Gunther's face as he frantically stabbed with his knife. Gunther kept stabbing, with all his strength, aiming for Moe's head until finally, he stopped moving.
[Achievement] Get! "HEADSHOT!" You have successfully killed an Undead with a finishing blow to the head. +15 [Credits].