The monsters came once upon a time.

Chapter 7

Finished with testing the new ability I was left slightly disappointed. Unfortunately through experimenting, I found I could not put in living organisms, which I tried with many unsuspecting insects. Furthermore, objects within could not be dropped and could only be removed from the space by placing my hand in and selecting the object.

"There goes the gate of Babylon idea"

Having been impressed by the ability from one of my favorite series. I tried implementing multiple methods to launch objects through space to cause massive damage. However, dreams are left dreams for a reason and my outward stretched arms were the only thing moving in the space I occupied. Thankfully the ability did allow me to put in any objects under 2m allowing for massive storage. Although the Dimensional storage had no offensive power the sheer utilitarian use it brought to the table, mixed with the pink rank of Epic left little else to be desired. We all know Epic is a high rank through many video games.

After my extensive testing with the miraculous ability, I began putting in items to prepare for the approaching dangers.

Here's a question. What item would you consider the most useful in a possible post-apocalyptic scenario?

It's salt, good old-fashioned salt dah.

Piling objects through the whole clearly not affected by the small opening the objects flowed through relentlessly. After finishing looting the small section of the store I occupied I turned around and began to fill the backpack near me. You may wonder with a storage-based ability why would I need a bag. Well that's simple I know I have storage abilities but for those with decent intelligence, seeing me leave an obvious grocery shop buck empty of any food would look suspicious after all the survivors passed the door seemed to be looting to their heart's content. I had no desire to show anyone my ability, keeping it well hidden and removing any food from the bag on my back. After all if past these doors the Army had taken control of the situation I may become a guineapig.

Grabbing the two kitchen knives near me, I slid them through the belt on my waist and a loop attached to my left forearm, for both defensive and easier to grab. The cool steel rubbed over my skin under the filthy jacket, obscured from view but with ease of access. Unfortunately, the flimsiness accompanied by these small knives was not very reassuring compared to the clubs wielded by the monsters. The truth was that household knives would only penetrate a few times before becoming worn and dull, however, that was enough for me to test my earlier hypothesis. Slinging one club over my back in between the bag and another in my right hand, both graciously given to me by the three musketeers.

My current costume a mix of a clown from the colourful bag and steam punk-like clothes, unfortunately, did not add an edge to my current vibe as I sauntered through the double door making my way to the back exit. My clothes clearly not helping, however, the scowl on my face and my previous action allowed me to flow through the panic-stricken crowd with only light murmurs around me.

" Hey, where are you going Raza. You know you'll get killed out there right. I think you should stay here with us "

Turning around a smooth 180, my sight landed on the calmest individual other than myself.

" Ha, I appreciate the love mate but I don't swing that way"

"Don't worry if I die that'll be on me along with six feet of dirt"

Jordan simply sighed at my comment clearly unimpressed by my humor. My humor probably being one of the reasons why I was never in the popular club but I didn't care anyway.

"Alright man its your life after all. Stay safe out there were going to wait here until help arrives"

Glancing at his face, it was clear that the words spoken were empty, him clearly happier than anything of a potential competitor leaving adorned a smile on his face. The others here might think all the monsters were dead, but I had a feeling there was a much worse monster here, and them all being grown individuals added with the fact that they preferred me gone with there deathly stares allowed me to leave with no regrets of not warning these lost sheep.