“What is it?” Mike asked, scanning the room. He noted the girls all still in their circles, and just barely caught himself before he could voice a “shopping” joke that would forever label him a misogynist. Taking a seat across from Troy he made a show of slamming his ax Continue Reading →
Out of credits, Mike checked on everyone else. They all still looked absorbed in what they were doing. He gave his new ax another swing, grinning as it whistled through the air. Stopping the swing mid motion he turned the ax over in his hand, caressing it almost lovingly.
They didn’t bother clearing the zombies from the rooms on the ground floor right away. Instead they headed into the lobby area where the four vending machines stood. Two soda machines and two snack machines, split into two groups one on the right side of the room one on the Continue Reading →
“Do you guys want to keep grinding or head down to try our luck at the vending machines?” Mike was trying to keep the decisions he made for the group as a whole, low. The more he took control the more they would expect from him and the more responsibility Continue Reading →
Mike leaned against the stairwell door on the sixth floor, looking through the tall rectangular glass window into the hall. Just in the little area he could see there were three zombies wandering loose.
“So when do we get started,” Mike asked, rolling his shoulders aggressively to relieve a bit of tension. Troy and Jessica shared a look. Troy sighed, “We don’t actually have a party of fighters willing to go out just yet. We need at least two on the roof to protect Continue Reading →
Mike felt a little trapped by their approach. It was clear they were attempting to manipulate him through his emotions. The world had only gone to hell a few hours ago. It was impossible to have developed immunity to beautiful women dying or to be fine with abandoning people because they Continue Reading →
Troy cleared his throat. Seeing he had Mike’s attention he asked, “What was your「System」reward? Mine was a [Beginner Black Magic Set] it had this staff,” he lifted his staff to draw attention to it, “this robe, and a book titled Intro to Black Magic.
Stepping into the stairwell Mike took the metal head of his new ax and struck it against the railing three times. Clang. Clang. Clang. Waiting tensely for several tense seconds, no groaning, shuffling, or other noxious bodily sounds could be heard. The stairs were clear of zombies.
Opening the door a crack, Mike peeked outside. In the hall outside his door there were three zombies. He recognized one of them as one guys from the apartment across the hall. The other two didn’t look familiar. Not that it mattered much.