Chapter 3 – Escape First, Style Later
The moment the system said there was a Rank 2 zombie within 100 meters, I bolted without a second thought.
"I'm not ready! I'm only level 1, brooo!!"
With movements more like a possessed puppet than a sprinter, I ran... or more like dragged my feet as fast as I could. Each step made crack and creak sounds, like my bones were protesting my life choices.
Thankfully, the Rank 2 zombie didn't chase me. Maybe it was sleepy. Or maybe the system was just being kind to beginners.
I stopped in front of a broken electronics store, went inside, and sat in a corner, between shattered TV shelves and piles of ancient DVDs.
"Panting... panting... oh right, I don't need to breathe anymore."
Once I calmed down, I opened my mouth and muttered:
"Status."
[STATUS]