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...
The zombie lowered its mouth over the rotten carcass of a small human. A bunch of them were huddled over the piece of meat, greedily devouring what was left of the former child. Savagely he tore his choice part before the zombie to his left claim the rest.
The meat was shredded. Even so, he jealously guarded his piece and forced it into his mouth as fast as he can before the others around him can steal it away.
They were in the middle of the main road, but the zombies neither recognize that nor care about it. All they care about is to wander around and hoping against hope to quench the never-ending hunger in their soul.
So when a large number of fleshmeats started marching towards them, they were both disturbed and excited by the sudden turn of event. Its comrades were nearer, and therefore they got to the group before him.
Only to disintegrate into golden pixels. These meatbags are not the normal one who runs and hide from them, these prey stood their ground.
Either way, the zombies didn't care. All it matters is to quench the hunger within. And so the zombies pressed their attack. Two of his brethren were blown away from his left side by magic missiles, and then a fireball behind him exploded, throwing him away as well as a sizable group of other zombies, like rag dolls He crashed into a nearby car's windshield.
He didn't feel pain nor cared about it, but the damage of the explosion is now hampering his movements because both of his feet are gone. He crawled desperately at the mass of meat all around him. Many ignored him as they marched forward. He looked up to see one meat in heavy armor, holding his massive sword just in time to see him plunged it at the back of his neck. As he turned to a golden pixel, the zombie felt a momentary feeling of peace as the hunger was finally released from him. Then blackness.
An older model Mercedez Benz slowly rolled forward as the army around it opened up a path from the debris and the undead. The woman behind the dark window was cold and impassive as she watched outside.
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Bobby stood up on top of a nonworking Honda Civic, look up into the sky and called telepathically for his Imp.
He had never called the little runt like this before, but he suspected that the Imp has the capability to listen for telepathic calls. There was something in the little demon's magical aura that looks the same with Rocky's own mana signature. And although he is not an expert in magical decoding, he is learning about it at such a pace that other masters might consider rather perplexing. He knows enough about the magical art thought that the similarity has something to do with mind magic. And he assumed, correctly, that it has something to do with telepathic communication.
In the state he was in, it didn't matter in the end. Even the imp who is merrily flying around the city felt the pressure from Bobby, and he immediately came beside his master without his usual snarky remarks.
Meanwhile, while he waited for the Imp to come, Bobby opened his character sheet and checked his status.
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