Sam woke up the next morning. He had slept at least seven hours, so he felt quite energized.

It had been 3 days since the 'game' started, when Sam looked out the window he couldn't help but sigh.

"Only 3 days passed by, but I can't see a single living person in the streets. In fact only undead remain."

Besides the abandoned cars only occasional zombies roamed the streets.

Sam saw smoke rising from various places in the city.

His hometown had about 200.000 citizens,however right now it looked just like a ghosttown.

"Today's plan is to clear the rest of this building. I need to be careful so I don't get overwhelmed, in my opinion the possibility is higher to meet zombies the lower I get."

Sam packed everything he needed and picked up his shield and club.

"I need a new weapon ASAP, this club has cracks all over the place,most likely it will break within the next few hits," Sam said worriedly.

He looked outside the window again,however this time there was a group of people running in his direction.

He spotted six people,two girls and four guys. Sam observed them, until they reached 20 meter away from his building.

'It's Jack!' Sam recognized one person. A young guy about 1,80 meter tall with a normal statue and short cut hair.

Jack was 19 years old this year and worked together with Sam. At this moment, Jack seemed worried. The rest of the group looked unwell too. One of the girls was blonde the other had black hair and the facial features of a chinese woman.

One of the guys was Chinese too.

The tallest of the group was about the same height as sam but he had long hair and a scar through his face,from top left to bottom right. He had the overall appearance of a delinquent. The remaining two guys were small and thin, together with their dirty appearances they looked like beggars.

'They are traveling quite fast' Sam thought, so he waved out the window and shouted: "Hey Jack, it's me Sam from the factory!"

Jack looked up and immediately recognized him. His lips curled into a smile.

"Hey dude,its good to see you! We are getting pursued by a big group of zombies, they should be here in a few minutes. Can we take shelter in this building? These people are friends I met the day this 'game' started." Jack pointed to the group behind him.

"I cleared the top two floors but I'm not sure how the situation is looking below me. You should clear from the bottom upwards while I clear the third floor, let's meet up there afterwards." Sam declared and already left his flat.

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He walked down to the third floor. The layout was the same as on the fourth, so Sam had to clear five apartments and the corridor.

Two zombies lurked near the door to the stairwell so they became Sam's first victims of the day.

The zombie of a small woman got killed with one of his swings. Sam pushed the outstretched hands of the second zombie away with his shield and followed up with a kick to its chest. Their distance widened, so Sam took the opportunity to charge and smash the head of the second zombie.

Afterwards he went to the first flat on the left. He disposed of the zombie wandering inside and left the apartment again.

'I can check for food later. I need to clear this floor and help jack and his friends.' Sam thought and went to the flat opposite.

Inside two zombies were eating each other. The stood up immediately after seeing Sam and attacked him.

'It seems like they eat each other if they can't find fresh meat,' Sam concluded and smashed the head of the first zombie.

*CRACK*

His club broke after killing the first zombie, but the second one gave him no time and caught his arm right away. He brought his head near Sam's arm and opened his bloody mouth.

Sam panicked but found the time to push his shield in the zombies face. It lost its balance and fell down.

Sam took his chance. He pushed the zombies chest to the ground with his foot and placed his shield in between the zombies upper and lower jaw. He pushed it down with all his power and after a few seconds he split the skull of the zombie in a gruesome way.

'Level up!'

'Congratulations Sam Williams for rising to Level 3!!! You can distribute one stat point now'

'Let's put it in defense again. This way I will feel a bit more confident!'

'Stat point allocated'

"If I don't find a new weapon I am done for." Sam said and checked the surroundings. His luck wasn't bad as he found a beginner club on the floor.

"With this new club I can kill a few more zombies" Sam happily explained and left the apartment after checking the remaining rooms.

The next two flats were locked with no reaction to his shouts, so Sam checked the last apartment. One zombie stood in the living room, but there were more sounds coming from the bedroom.

Sam killed the already alarmed zombie with a swift swing of his club.

'I am really getting better at swinging that thing,' Sam thought and made his was to the bedroom.

He wanted to look inside first but the door got pushed from inside after he turned the knob and two zombies got out. They pushed him for two meter, afterwards Sam retreated for another two meter to check the situation.

(Male zombie Level 3 [equipped] )

(Female zombie Level 2)

'So this time i can see that the zombie has some sort of equipment.' Sam checked the male zombie from head to toe. He stopped at his feet. 'He wears leather boots. Most likely a light armor, but maybe Jack can wear them. Let's get these boots!' Sam decided charged.

He disposed of the female zombie in a swift and trained manner. The male zombie took him a bit longer but eventually after two hits to the head it fell.

'Congratulations Sam Williams! For defeating an equipped monster the same level as yourself you are awarded with one stat point.'

"Nice! I will upgrade my attack this time. Until I find a group I trust, there is no choice but to level each of my stats, except for mana."

'Stat point allocated'

"What's this equipment?" Sam focused on the boots.

(Beginner Light Armor Boots-> defense +1)

He tried to wear them despite him being the knight class.

"They won't fit! I cannot even squeeze the tip of my foot inside! Alright, that must be the restrictions. Let's keep them." Sam put the boots in his backpack and went to the stairwell to descend.