Chapter 4 – Leveling Up, Hardcore Zombie Style
The next day... I officially became a zombie hunter.
After running from the Rank 2 zombie, I came up with a simple strategy: find other zombies at my level or lower, and beat them before they could bite me. Sounds easy. In practice? Yeah, not so much.
Zombies are... everywhere. But they're not all stupid.
Some crawled through the streets. Some leapt like frogs—and one of those almost took off half my arm with a sneak attack. But thanks to my upgraded Claw skill, I could fight back faster. My slashes now were deadly. Literally.
Every time I killed a Rank 0 creature, I felt this strange energy surge into my body. It was like replacing a dead battery with a fresh one—hot, raw, and dangerously addictive.
I had no idea what time it was. But when the sky started to glow red and the strange noises in the mall quieted down, I knew night had fallen.
I limped into an old changing room, shut the door as best as I could, and sat in the corner, hugging my knees.
I called up my status screen again.
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