Zombie Apocalypse meets the Gamer. to make it a bit different, I decided to create a new kind of zombie with its own rules. hopefully, the zombie will become more dangerous and open up new possibilities. So basically, this is a story of an underdog...
Bobby woke up 9 hours later in the king size bed of his personal void room. Something was wrong and blinking all around him. He slowly stood and looked around. Nothing was amiss. Bobby wondered toward the window, and when he looked up, he saw the familiar digital clock on the very ceiling of the massive cavern stating that his time here is almost up.
Bobby frowned at that since he thought he had 24 hours of time here which is the equivalent of one hour back in the real world. Bobby checked the Galepedia and realized the problem. All his other void room like the Smith and alchemy was already leveled up to the maximum level 10, and each one of them will give him 24 hrs in the void, but not the personal void room that Galeteah had given him. That one is level 5, giving the equivalent of 12 hours of time only.
Bobby sighed and opened his character screen to add points to his personal void room.
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Bobby frowned. He checked Galepedia and read about "Divine points."
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Bobby closed the Galepedia and reluctantly opened the magical door to return back to reality.
Bobby stepped inside and walked out into his very warm and suffocating room, back in Aunt Bell's apartment. He sighed, but nevertheless continue to walk until he could open his real door to go to the dining room. Aunt Bella is fast asleep on the sofa, but to Bobby's mild surprise, the baby was resting upright, protected by the old lady's body from falling, but sitting nonetheless.
Bobby smiled, and his hands went to his hips. "Can't sleep?"
"Wugah, buwooh!" She said. Bobby couldn't help smiling because the baby deliberately lowered her own voice, instinctively knowing that a loud sound will awaken her old guardian.
Silently, Bobby walked over to the baby who raised her chubby arm to be carried. Bobby lifted the baby effortlessly and held her over his arm. The baby rested her head on Bobby's shoulder, murmuring contentedly.
