Shovels In Spades

Daz was just about to identify the classes of Sarah, Ellie and Lyle, but was disturbed by Ger's masculine and wisened voice.

"We'll go with you. I'm truly sorry for my rude behaviour to your friend, Lord Rimmy McShineston, and to yourself, so please, look after me, my employer and my daughters," Ger requested politely before he bowed slightly to show his sincerity.

Daz was honestly quite shocked at how cordial Ger was being. It was only day two of the attack, and he was so quick to put his life and his daughter's lives in Daz's hands? Just how bad was the first attack on them? Or was his acceptance possibly related to Daz's charisma stat? Thinking up on here, Daz suddenly realised something.

"Did you guys get a notification for completing day one's attack? I killed all the monsters outside with Rimmy, were they your monsters?" Daz asked curiously. He was wondering what kind of merits they had gained despite him being the one to kill the creatures.

"I think something like that may have appeared? We were terrified and frightened by the loud sounds and the vault's door being torn apart, so I think we accidentally dismissed it. Can we call it back up to show you?" Ger asked with concern in his voice. He was worried that the 'notification' may be a vital piece of information for Daz and that it would upset him were it to be unavailable to him.

"Nah, I don't care that much. Just tell me how many points you have back at the base, we need to get moving now 'cause the attack is coming in about an hour and a half," Daz said to Ger and the girls who had now calmed down. It was strange. He was the youngest person present, ignoring Rimmy, yet he held the most authority. The apocalypse was definitely what Daz had needed. He would never have gotten the chance to experience something like this before the experiment happened, so he once again thanked the system internally before he began walking out of the store only to stop in his tracks and look at Lyle suddenly.

"Ah, can he walk? What's wrong with him anyway?" Daz said while he pointed at the still whispering Lyle. The twins glanced at the mumbling man with disgust while Ger looked at his employer with pity in his eyes. Daz could see a story brewing between these gazes, but remained silent while he waited for an answer.

"He OD'ed. Not a severe overdose, but now he's entered a kind of shock-like state. He hasn't had a 'hit' since just before the attack, so he's losing his mind a bit," Ger said with some frustration clear in his voice. He was frustrated that he couldn't help Lyle right now. Although the man was insane, he was generally a good person and allowed Ger to follow his code of justice while dealing with 'unruly' customers.

"Heh... I bet the system could fix him right up," Daz stated to which Ger's expression livened up immediately.

"Really?! How?!" he shouted at Daz. Ger took a second to realise that he had lost control for a second there and coughed in an embarrassed manner before he spoke again, "Sorry, I got excited. He means a lot to me. How can the system fix him?"

"You really know nothing? Oh well, no harm telling you. Once you finish an attack, you get merit points. You can use these merit points to buy things, fantastic things from the system's shop. Like my outfit, or Rimmy. Truly, a wonderous thing, the system's shop. Anyway, I was bitten by a zombie during my first attack, and nearly died, but the system had a cure for the infection, so I'd be willing to put merit points on it having a treatment for OD'ing and withdrawal symptoms. What was his poison anyway?" Daz asked in curiosity. He had never met a junkie before, and he had never heard about this habit of Lyle's from the local newspaper he read before the experiment, so he was mildly interested.

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"His poison...? Oh, it's heroin. Or was heroin," Ger replied sadly. He didn't understand why Lyle was still taking the stuff even after he had escaped the machinations of his family and had started a life of his own, but people were weak, and old habits died hard.

"I'd like to bring him back to a normal state rather than the way he is now. System, is there a cure for heroin addiction and a cure for a heroin overdose in the shop?" Daz asked the system, hoping for a quick fix to his immediate problem.