With that final thought the smiling fucker lunged at me I swing aiming for the head of this bastard. The smiling bastard had his arms flailing around so they are in the way of my attack.

I expect his arms to be broken or at least pushed away but, what happens next is are not in the league of what I know my body can do. His arms are dangling from his body with only his rotting flesh holding them together. Not a second later his head is beaten in with another swing.

Probably noticing the noise the crawling undead leaps towards me but, I swing towards him. My swing was slower than his lunge so I hit his torso instead of head. His black blood splatters over me because, he was knocked down onto the concrete floor. I then quickly smash his head in with my next attack

+25 EXP

I then get annoyed when I see this screen it reminds me of a game a played as a child where. Wait what did you do in that game? Never mind all I remember is the concept but, it’s vague. Wait my memories a vague I try to remember more of my past but, almost all of it is foggy at best. Shit another thing to add to the list.

Siihgh

I try sighing but, that is what came out of me. Fuck I need to know what happened to me and I hope it is not what I think happened. I hobble/shuffle towards the restroom to use the metal mirror that is in every subway restroom. Knowing I’m not out of danger I also take my bloodied metal pipe. I finally reach the restroom to see bloody handprints on the walls with bits of flesh and meat scattered about.

I reach the mirror I still had my helmet on that covered my entire face so I took it off. To my horror and bad premonition I realized I am dead or rather undead. My usual bronze skin was now tan and turning a little white. My brown eyes were now milky white. My buzz cut hair was still its usual black. I scan my gear and notice I’m still wearing my juggernaut armor albeit dirty with grim and blood. I tried speaking my name.

Dagruh (Male Voice)

Damn I can’t even speak my own name fucking name. If I meet the living I need to make a plan.

1. Do not speak

2. Wear my helmet

3. Coordination

If I do this no one can tell that I am undead. First let’s try my hunch.

Surghus (Male Voice)

Name: Daniel Guerrero Race: Variant Lesser Undead Class: BerserkerWarrior 

Lv: 5 Exp: 175/240

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 MaxHp: 90/140  MaxMp: 110 Max Stam: Infite Unallocated Points: 25 Strength: 16  Dexterity: 3 Intelligence: 11 Wisdom: 11 Endurance: 14 Vitality: 0 Willpower: 2  

 Shit just like I thought this is like an RPG. My Race is lesser undead so that must mean that changes my stats by looking at it. Let’s see if I can see what it does.

Variant Lesser Undead

Normal Lesser undead are killing machine with unending hunger for flesh and meat. As a variant you were able to gain consciousness but, as an undead you are unable to regenerate health normally. Unless you raise your Vitality through unnatural means.

So if I am reading this right I can raise me Vitality and Start to heal me wounds. I tried to add Vitality to myself bet after 5 this happened.

Unable to add more of this stat race limit for this stat has been reached.

So I need to change my race to change to add more or this is a restriction of this race. I then decided to add 8 points to willpower, 7 points to dexterity, 1 point to endurance, and 4 to strength. This made my stats look like this.

Name: Daniel Guerrero Race: Variant Lesser Undead Class: Berserker Warrior 

Lv: 5

Exp: 175/240

MaxHp: 105/155  MaxMp: 110

Max Stam Infite 

 Unallocated Points: 0 Strength: 20  Dexterity: 10 Endurance: 15  Intelligence: 11   Wisdom: 11 Vitality: 5 Willpower: 10  

I feel the hunger inside me subside by a large amount with the willpower I am more under control of myself. I try to walk around the mirror to see how I walk and I walk like a normal person. I put on my helmet making me almost indistinct from the undead. I exit the restroom to look for better weapons around me. I walk towards the nearest exit as stealthily as I can with this gear on me. I have the pipe in both of my hands ready to attack. I go up the steps and see I am in a city with skyscrapers all around my current location. Thinking what to do now to find a better weapon for stealthy kills. Looking at the nearby buildings I notice a half finished skyscraper. Bingo I thought.

I walk towards the buildings with little noise as I can. The undead seem to be ignoring me because, I am an undead or I have their blood splatters on me. I make near the construction site but, notice about a dozen undead snarling at the chain-link fence that has been reinforced with vehicles.

There might be humans I can try to gage their reaction with me to see if I need to avoid humans until I become more humanlike. I start to count about 13 undead attacking the fence and none nearby that I can see. I walk around for a while to look for a weapon to notice a sledge hammer next to a corpse. I grab it and swing it once. It seems like the best weapon I can think up that can bash heads in affectively. I sneak up to one of the larger undead that is making progress on the fence. I grab my new weapon and swing as hard as I can downwards towards his head.

His head squished like a grape with the strength I put into. The good thing about this weapon is there is no ringing sound with each attack. None of the other the other zombie seem to notice their companion to be re-dead. (AN. Ba Dum Ching.) I continue sneaking up behind the undead and smashing their heads in after an hour I think all the undead were dead again but, there were a few close calls but, I was able to not alert more of them. Without alerting more I climbed over the fence only to notice something was wrong. Where are the other people? I walk around to look for survivors and supplies when I heard.

Cachink

Fuck me a knew this was a bad idea. I placed down my sledge hammer against the nearby wall right after I raised my hands and turned around. It was a burly man that had a scar across his left eye he had a 12 gauge shotgun pressed against my helmet.

Who are you (Middle-Aged Man)

I tried speaking but, nothing but, mysterious words came out. I seemed he was going the pull the trigger so, I tore away his shotgun from his hands with my strength and threw it on the floor several feet away behind me. He seems surprised but, only smiled deviously.

Cachink

Cachink

Cachink

Cachink

It seems that I am fucked.