Jack POV
Don't really like the world without magic. It's bland. So I used inventory and said that it was 'experimental storage device installed in the wristwatch, which I camouflaged as a bracelet.' Yeah it's bullshit, but she believed it and decided to get along with it. I mean seriously, you wouldn't think that it's bullshit if you saw it with your own eyes.
Anyway I am now fooling around in the shopping center. By fooling I mean killing zombies. Let me tell you this one. There is no actual experience that zombies provide. Yeah they give me sweet and sour exp points, but it's because of my trait 'who needs EXP?' Name sucks. Oh right so the experience I got from zeds are the random number I get in addition to the basic experience modifier. Those zombies have 0 experience points! ZERO! Maybe next time someone ask me about my name I should introduce myself as Zero? Would be not really fun, but being named a number is cool, I guess? Anyway It's time for shopping, but first we need to finish the... oh... I already killed the last one. Fast.
Artemis: “You already cleared them?” Hey what's with the voice?
Jack: “Yep. Not so much of those zeds were here in the first place.”
Artemis: “... That's not much? How much of them did you kill?”
Jack: “Eh... around five dozens?” maybe more...
Artemis: “That's...”
Jack: “Now thinking about it, I guess I just might have enjoyed it too much, sorry. Anyway let's get you something more fitting than that lousy dress you wear.”
Artemis: “LOUSY?! YOU MORON IT'S A-”
Jack: “You remember that it's apocalypse, right? So dresses are useless, unless they are armored and equipped with jet-pack. So you need something more effective. Let's say... cargo pants, combat or steel-toed boots, fingerless gloves or normal ones, depending on your style, jacket and a normal backpack, not this... pink bag. Oh and I will make some sort of armor for you later, OK?”
Artemis: “What you don't like about pink color? It's cute.”
Jack: “Maybe, but it's too easy to spot. And that is quite bad thing, don't you think so?”
So we started the shopping spree. It ended in getting her what I told. Cargo pants, fingerless gloves, steel-toed boots, bandana, hoodie and blazer, and of course a bckpack. Quite funny looking at the 1.65 cm girl with such equipment and a shotgun. Later will be better, but for now she's stuck with it. Oh and I decided to raid a police station, then some gun store, and a military base. Hey it's good to have a lot of stuff... oh and a mall... yes now police station and then a mall.
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So the police station. Not much I can say about it. Some zombie cops, zombie janitor and few zombies in a cell. One remington 700 for .308, two MP5 with grenade launchers, glock .40 and two 9mm, and a lot, I mean a LOT of ammo. Oh and few kevlar vests and one for kevlar dog harness, tactical dump pouches, utility vests and one complete swat gear, too bad not the size for Artemis. Oh and don't forget the batons! There was like ten or so. Anyway after the raid I decided to ask Artemis about her age... which get me definite answer of 'It's not your concern pervert' and... injured fist. Anyway she's over twenty, so there shouldn't be any more growth to her, meaning I can start tailoring the stuff!
It ended in creating one lightened survivor gear and an improvised electric baton. No anti-utopian cop is complete without one! Actually I made an electric staff out of batons, but it's still considers anti-utopian law enforcement gear, no? The only bad thing is that Artemis complains about it. That idiot is only around few days with me and she's already complaining! So I decided to raid a mall in the meantime. I mean it's classic, raiding the mall for supplies and getting rid of those pesky zombies. It will be so much fun.
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Standing near the mall I understood one thing. It'll be a very long cleanup. Who would have known that half of this town will be there? Not me, I could have though, but no.
Anyway it is a regular mall. Three floors are used for the shopping, ground one consists of restaurants and other similar establishments, or it had those establishments as now there are not much... wait a minute! I forgot about foraging! Well more like food scavenging, but still. So I decided to start shopping ninja style! Meaning turn on the music in one part of the building and then loot the other part. Zombies are quite stupid. Except those 6 that I encountered when I entered this realm. Gentelman zombie was quite strange...
So in the west wing there was some clothing stores, well acually on the first two floors there were only clothing stores. I really don't understand the need for such amount of rags, but beggars can't be choosers, right? Thing is I am not some beggar, but a magical one! Wait, this means that I am still a beggar? Well at least no one will notice me, except zombies.
On the third floor however there were quite a lot of different shops, souvenirs and tableware are useless, but not knifes and other kitchenware. Hell, pots can be used in place of helmets and water containers, not like I need containers, but for the non magical creatures they are needed, don't forget wine, but it's better use some normal containers, not improvised ones.
Anyway, besides rather expensive, not like I pay for it now, kitchenware there was also a hardware store on this floor. There I got myself hammers, crowbars, halligan bar, entrenching tools, shovels etc. Dunno why, but it was also a gardening store. There was also a sports store, this time WITH actual sport gear, not like those pseudo sports store on lower floors, where you could find some stupid clothes. Anyway I got everything into the inventory and went for the rest of my stops.
Thing is there was an actual gun shop, but everything there was blocked with iron bars, good thing I have my hacksaw and bolt cutters! And I'm not talking about those cumbersome and ineffective tools, I'm talking about magic! Too bad I can only use here metal manipulation, and not some other one. I mean it's much more fun blowing obstacles to pieces than trying to bypass them, no?
In the gun store I got myself some bows, crossbows, M1 Garand, M16, TDI Vector, MP5, MP7, Glocks, Taurus, Sig Sauers of different calibers, Desert Eagle as no movie was complete without one, at some point of time at least, few other pistols, shotguns, rifles, assault rifles, LMG, SMG, one grenade launcher, was in the back along with some grenades, some modifications and plenty of ammo.
Oh yeah, groceries were located underground, and there was even more of those pests. It was quite easy killing them, but some of the stuff were already spoiled. Good thing is that I stored as much as I can in inventory. Oh and inventory stops the flow of time, so I can store all that stuff forever. Just to be sure I looked through the scavenged items and I really hit the score. Shitload of sugar, flour, cereals, salt, spices, candies, crackers, ice cream, diapers... wait I got them too? I need to raid some other malls for it and-
*BANG*
Huh? Someone shooting? Up there? Humans? Clearly not zombies, I mean it's normal zombies, right? Not some idiotic type where they have magic and-
Some moron: “Hey you! Drop your weapons!” … seriously? What the hell? “Are you deaf?” let's shoot the bastard in the hand and a leg... wait... I have only a machete... fine.
Jack: “OK, you asked for it.” and threw my machete in his head, which resulted in him dropping dead. “Moron.” looking now at him, he's in leather riding gear, guess it's biker. Classic. Let's hunt them.
So I got the M16, and few mags for it, before getting upstairs. And used the stealth field. I mean why catch bullets, when I can just become an invisible man? Oh and I got a few grenades, why not? Let's blow some shit UP!
So I sat on the third floor and started tagging my targets. Quite a lot of them actually, just around 120 or so, all armed and all bikers. Yep Classic. Maybe ignore it alltogether and just burn them? Yep, let's go with that. I think that I had a few incendiary grenades among other stuff from the shop. So I just copy them, and then throw them wherever I want.
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Let's say that it was quite funny... and I got a diversion set up before leaving the Willowcreek. Oh and I got a map, where some military bases were shown, and the closest one is like over 150 km away... why not a bit closer? Ask the president or whoever was in charge of this sorry country. Hell I don't even know if I'm in USA for that matters... wait I know. It's called Chimichanga Republic... stupid name.