The Kitchen
After a sufficient resting period, he enthusiastically stands up and wanders around the room, taking in things that he missed when he first enters.
It is a fully equipped commercial kitchen in pristine condition, he realises in excitment. That means ample of food and water. Rummaging happily through the cabinets he collects several food items and utensils and organises them on the clear metal table. In which he then sort them into two sections, food piles and miscellaneous pile.
He stands back admires his handiwork before distractedly crosses his hands and taps his cheek, seemingly in deep thoughts. He then shrugs and proceeds to dumps everything into his inventory regardless of the sorting.
Obtained 4x can of beans
Obtained 3x potato chips
Obtaied 5x can of beef
Obtained 1x box of chicken stock
Obtained 3x 5kg bag of sea salt
Obtained 1x assorted spices
Obtained 52x porcelain plates
Obtained 192x metal spoon
Obtained 3x cast iron pots
Obtained 20x hand rags
And so on.
A numorous amount of notifications pops up on his right side view, much like in a game. Its in a different location this time, he notices. Maybe the voice updated its system to be a little bit more user friendly? He does not bother asking, it is an insignificant change.
As he starts dismantling the cabinets, the voice could not help itself and finally asks,
You seems to be settling in pretty nicely. Are you starting your own restaurant?
"One can never have too much items." He replies sagely while smoothly transfering the bread metal shelves into his inventory, completely ignoring the previous remark. Huh, he muses to himself, this inventory sure can hold a lot of stuff. He wonders if it has a limit. He will worry about it when that happens.
... you were a hoarder, weren't you
"Plausible deniability. But its odd..." he trails off, tossing a cat fridge magnet into his inventory.
What is?
"Right here. I would expect these kind of places to be fully looted yet look," he gestures to the junk pile that is named inventory, "its untouched aside from the perishable goods rotting in the fridges and the walk in freezer, everything are still here."
Oh, thats cause when shit hits the fan, no one made it out
"Wha..?" He pauses, the stovetop and gas halfway sticking out of his inventory, "what do you meant by that?" He asks, a sudden feeling of dread settling in.
Heh. That's for you to find out and us to enjoy
He rolls his eyes before he nonchalantly resumes his intense looting session.
Tsk, boring
But his thoughts are in disarray;
What does it mean? Did everyone died? Are the creature before the cause of it all? Are there more of them? Where did it come from then? Are there any survivors?
He smoothly detaches the kitchen sink while feeling more than a little trepidation.
"Speaking of, are there any commentors yet?" He offhandedly asks, changing the omninous topic while detangling some ropes that he finds in one of the drawers.
Nope but that's to be expected. I figure maybe by chapter 10 there should be at least one, hopefully?
"Ah, thats too bad." He incomprehensibly agrees, finally packing the last item in the room.
Obtained 1x factory refrigerator
He proudly dusts off his hands and stands near the wheezing and clicking door, beholding his accomplishment. The fully equipped commercial kitchen has been completely stripped bare aside from the garbage bin, the neglected fridge and the door that are filled with rotted food.
You missed something
"Hmm... yeah you know what?"
Obtained 1x full garbage bin
Obtained 61x rotten goods
Obtained 1x refrigerator filled with rotten goods
Now it is a truly bare room.
Well done. How did you unscrews or unbolts stuff anyways?
"Oh someone left a toolbox there." He points randomly at an empty spot before realising the question. He thoughs suspiciously, 'it didn't see me picking up the toolbox?' Storing that though in his mind for later, he pulls up the blue interface.
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Name: Character One
Level: 1
Hp: 10/10
Mana: 1
Strength: 9
Defense: 5
Speed: 15
Status: Triumphant, cat-got-the-canary smug
Ability: none
Sponsor: none
Inventory: 589 Items (click to expand)
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He pokes at the inventory and all his items show up as properly listed with its own picture and name. Because of how high strung he was before when he was chased into the safe house, he had mindlessly took out both his items; the snack bar and bottle, with only a thought. Not even calling up the interface at all nor saying anything.
Right now he wants to clarify how it actually works. Scrolling down, he randomly picks an item before poking it. A pop up shows up.
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Metal Spoon
Quantity: 192
Item description: a cutlery to transfers food to mouth. May be use for other purposes.
Damage +3
Durability 5
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He stares at its +3 damage before hastily closing the spoon's item description and quickly picks another.
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Old Wooden Broom
Quantity: 1
Item description: an old broom used to clean surfaces. May be use for other purposes.
Damage + 12
Durability 5
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He gaps in disbelieve.
That broom does more damage than the wholey of his ten measly little health bar! He can hardly believes his eyes.
In ONE single hit?!
Doesn't that means he is stupidly weak right now? What if he accidently walks into a wall? Will he die? And that thing outside the door, will he die from a single gentle punch?! Fuck, his life is a joke.
And speaking of that thing... is that clacking noise new?
He immediately abandons his thought process and approaches the door guardedly. And yes, he confirms, the extra noise is new.
"Hey...?"
Hmm?
"The door is secure right?" He asks the voice.
Which door?
"The door I just came in from."
Uh...
"What?" He snaps at the voice, dread slowly creeping in.
Well...
"Just say it."
It is a new chapter
"Wha-... you know what? I'm not even going to ask. New chapter, so?"
So~ safe houses usually only last around two to three chapters. That's why commentor's gifts are so important to you.
"... and how many chapters has it been?"
Two
He gulps, fear finally settles in.
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