章 4: Chapter 4: Fight In The Courtyard!
After clearing up the zombies, Faust used "Eagle Eyes" on Claire to determine her usefulness.
- Eclaire Fiore
- Level 2
- Occupation: N/A
- Strength: 13 [10]
- Agility: 11 [10]
- Endurance: 12 [10]
- Stamina: 6/10 [10]
- Willpower: 9/12 [10]
"Hmmm..."
He couldn't see her skills, which was a good thing to know early, 'maybe with "Eagle Eyes" level 2?'
Faust felt that with his wavering willpower, this girl would be of great use. However, her willpower seemed to be much higher and caused him to feel annoyed.
'Tsk, this dumb girl has more willpower than me? Makes no sense!'
The pair were not close friends but spent quite some time together because of training at the dojo. Claire was exceptionally talented with spears and chose one as her "Novice Weapon."
Claire turned to him, those blue eyes glistening with hope for guidance.
Faust began to survey the area, wondering the best path as they were in the open, and those zombies would soon return after eating the people who fled.
"Ah!?"
A boy shrieked from the direction near the school's store as he dangled from the window, trying to climb through.
His miserable cries lasted a few minutes before several zombies tore him into pieces.
The piercing cry resounded before it echoed in the courtyard with several small buildings close to each other as terror began to dominate the people's hearts.
Watching these scenes, Faust noticed that Claire's Willpower didn't drop, but he did, leading to him understanding that willpower was more than it seemed.
- Would you like information on what each attribute does?
'Huh? Why are you being so kind suddenly?'
- This isn't kindness, but you are one of the few amusing characters in the game's early moments! Thus here is your reward.
Strength - increases physical power, muscular strength, build and damage dealt.
Agility - improves reaction speed, movement speed, skill and vision.
Endurance - You can take more hits and suffer less from injuries. Can resist things like food poison and other ailments.
Stamina - Increases physical fitness, physique and muscular build, lung capacity and resistance to viral infections.
Willpower - Increases defence against magic, curses and fear effects. Higher will influences how easily other people will follow or believe your words.
'Thanks, I guess... so there will be magic later? interesting!'
Faust frowned before he looked at the pretty Claire. His eyes traced along her body, the slim waist, tight ass and plump breasts; he had never noticed how attractive this girl was before.
However, now wasn't the time to be lustful.
"I think we should get into the store somehow, collect some supplies, then see if we can find someone or a group of survivors," Faust said, his voice deep and fluent, with no traces of his current low willpower.
'Acting as Faust is the best solution for now.'
"Mmmn, I agree, but look, there are zombies there now, thanks to that moron!"
Without fighting, Faust would never solve his low willpower issues; the slight fear of battle enraged him.
A ghoul shall never turn from a fight; his body seemed to scream!
Faust was unsure what the world might become, but the voice said "early" stage. That made something clear, there were more stages, which might cause this one to look like some petty little game or fun pastime.
Five zombies finished devouring the "moron" from earlier as if attracted by the sweet scent of a female's living flesh; four zombies staggered towards them with a slow but daunting shamble.
"Claire, I will leave the one on the far left to you. Support me after it's dead! Don't get bitten or wounded; they are infectious."
"Ah? Thanks! I didn't know... why did senior Amy break up with such a hunk" Claire whispered as she jogged to the west, her voice lowered near the end.
Claire slid forward with a low guard, and the spear pointed towards the zombie's neck, thrusting with an accurate and powerful thrust, killing the zombie.
In the meantime, Faust dashed forwards; these zombies weren't past level 1, which meant he could be almost torn to shreds and survive.
His only thoughts were, 'I need to get used to being hurt and avoid flinching! I won't always be the strongest being in the fight!'
Faust lowered his body with both arms tensed, ready to strike.
Two zombies lunged forward, biting at his neck; Faust twisted his hips, dodging them and punched out, crushing both zombies' faces, disgusting black blood splattering on his body.
The final zombie was halfway between him and Claire, her face torn apart, grey eyes dangling as she struggled to walk on her broken leg towards him.
With deep breaths, he gritted his teeth.
Faust fought his fears, stepping forward, sweeping his left foot, and tripping the zombie onto her ass before he slammed down with a brutal axe kick. It cracked her skull like a watermelon against a rock; tilting her head to the side, the light penetrated his body along with two coins.
Faust looked upwards, watching the brave girl impale the final zombie on her spear; she wiggled her cute ass for him to enjoy. The sound he wished for entered his ears.
-You have reached level 3 - There are three attribute points; please use them well!
"Two willpower! One Stamina!" He whispered.
- Alex 'Sebastian' Faust
- Lesser Half-Ghoul: Stage 1
- Level 3
- Occupation: N/A
- Title: N/A
- Strength: 15 [10]
- Agility: 13 [10]
- Endurance: 11 [10]
- Stamina: 7/15 [10]
- Willpower: 3/6 [10]
- Apocalypse Coins: 11
Immunity to any infection from sources below level 6
Skills: Eagle Eyes
Since there were no more zombies around, Faust began to catch his breath; his eyes watched the distance, and none of the zombies that left would return soon.
"Still quite hard to fight them constantly... Let's hope I can find a solution."
He stood beside Claire as they walked towards the boarded-up school store, both of them a little sweaty, and she seemed tired as her body would sometimes lean on him for support.
Melee combat consumed too much stamina with his bare body, not to mention this girl has the constant worry of a single scratch being game over. The feeling of facing those monsters in massive amounts filled him with delight and the thrill of battle.
Faust removed his bloody gauntlets, then wrapped his hand around Claire's hips to help support her.
The two always had a very raunchy and strange relationship, she sometimes hugged him after the showers or asked for a hand-to-hand duel after he spent the day training, so he felt no reason to be restrained.
He knew she had feelings for him; Amy and Sarah loved to gossip but pretended to ignore them, but now everything was over, so he used them.
Although she felt him squeeze and caress her ass, the rough feeling of his fingers sinking into her soft, fleshy cheeks, her heart was conflicted; for over 6 years, she liked him, watched him practising alone... Was it okay now that Amy and Sarah might be dead? Could she finally act on her feelings?
Claire lacked the energy to resist as her mind surrendered to him, happy that he finally noticed her, as his big, powerful hands felt great as she felt them stroking along her skin before resting on her hips, brushing her gently with his thumb, his soothing and pleasant touch comforted her exhausted mind and body.
'I could die at any moment, why complain... He's captivating, so who cares!' were her thoughts as the pair noticed a black box on the ground from the last zombie.
"Uhm? This is new; I wonder what's inside?"
Faust didn't even have time to inspect when a group of corpses broke out of a building a few steps away from the store and headed towards them.
He gritted his teeth, removing his hand from Claire's warm lower body and pushing her towards the box.
Faust struck with a heavy kick, hitting the mangled zombie's head and smashing it into pieces before snapping his foot back like a whip.
He pivoted and tried to repeat the process, but the power was too little, and he only managed to crack the zombie's jaw, which pushed him and the zombie backwards.
'Fuck!'
"Open it and see what's inside! I'll hold them off; you take a moment to rest. You are exhausted!"
Faust began to fumble around and entered into a violent and bloody melee with the zombies; his gauntlets stopped him from getting wounded as he smashed and hammered at their heads and faced rolling around in the dirt.
Only two zombies remained as Faust rolled backwards, getting back to his feet before lunging forward and stomping onto the head of a crawling zombie; the skull cracked like an egg as grey matter leaked onto the ground.
Claire opened the latches on the black case as a bright light filled her face.
A moment later, several items were inside it.
- A brown scroll that seemed to contain a skill for whip attacks
- A pile of "Apocalypse Coins."
- A bronze sword with a wide blade, flat tip and short length.
"Hah... Fuck... Cheating bastards... pulled me down."
The sweaty Faust walked over, his body filled with dirt and black sticky blood, several zombies beaten to mush behind him as he looked over the items in the case with his "Eagle Eyes."
- Level 2 Skill scroll: 'Flame Whip.'
Cost's 1 Willpower to attack with a series of flaming lashes. It deals significant damage and burns the target with vicious attacks.
Do you wish to learn this skill?
'No!' He replied.
- Sword
"Novice Executioners Sword"
An 85cm long sword with a blunt, flattened tip.
These swords were mainly used for executions in a distant world in the past. However, it might serve you quite well with your current enemy, specialised for decapitation and dismemberment.
Claire looked at him curiously, her body brushing against him, the faint mix of her sweet feminine scent and sweat mixed to cause a seductive odour.
"Ohhh? Isn't this the sword you like to use when playing around at the dojo?" Claire chirped.
"Mmmm, may I take the sword and skill? Sorry, this zombie was someone you killed."
She giggled, finding this guy's tone of voice sexy, before pushing the box to him; this girl didn't even take the coins.
To her, this man saved the day; if he didn't help her, she wasn't confident about surviving any longer; although those coins might be necessary later, she pressed them against his body as they vanished inside him.
"If there is a spear or skill for me, how about you repay the favour?" She teased.
"Haha, sure!"
His face filled with a smile, suddenly seeing his coins rise to 32.
As she turned to speak, Faust suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was a soft kiss but soon deepened as Faust's tongue entered her mouth.
"Mmmph!?"
Claire was caught off guard but soon responded to the kiss, her body melting into his.
Faust pulled away after a moment, a satisfied look on his face. "Thank you," he said, his voice low and husky. "For everything."
Claire could only nod, her mind still spinning from the unexpected kiss as Faust turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone on the grass, feeling weak at her knees while her heart raced. She could only think of the kiss as she followed him towards the store with a light trot and a slight smile.
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