Chương 7: Winter's Wrath
Damian waited in the utility room for another hour. During this period, nearly a dozen groups of people came to the underground parking lot, and there were more and more zombies outside as time passed.
At one point the number of zombies outside was so many that even with winter's wrath in hand, he might not be able to kill them all.
Fortunately, zombies are low-level monsters that are mindlessly attracted by sounds. When the power goes out in a shopping mall and the ventilation system, alarm system and warning beeps all stop working, the chaotic sounds on the streets become the best bait.
That's why after another half an hour, the outside gradually became quiet. Damian moved the furniture blocking the door aside and gently opened the door.
What he saw was a large pool of blood at the door. Blood was splattered everywhere on the floor, walls, and ceiling, and there were even a few messy bloody handprints on the door.
There were no bodies on the ground, only a few fragmented arms and legs.
It seemed that the zombies did not eat their brains, but only bit off their limbs, then those people also transformed into zombies and crawled out of the parking lot attracted by the sound.
This again shows how terrifying zombies in the apocalypse are.
Normal creatures, if their limbs are broken, they will painfully lose all fighting power. If you slaughter their own kind, fear will make them lose their will to fight.
But when it comes to zombies, even if their limbs are broken, they would roar and bite the nearest enemy with their teeth.
Kill all their companions and the remaining zombies will continue to attack.
Not to mention there's no end to these creatures and they'll keep attracting others mid-battle.
It's almost like facing an army of undead in video games.
'How to kill a zombie quickly' is a required course for everyone in the apocalypse.
Damian walked onto the street and looked around. There were broken limbs and corpses everywhere. Black sticky blood was mixed with human blood. The cars that rushed out of the street were smashed into pieces, and the wheels were stained with minced meat like mud.
There were no more survivors on the street, only zombies running around attracted by the explosion of unknown objects.
Many electric shops had short circuit fires, kitchens had gas cylinder blasts, petrol stations exploding and what not - in short, fires broke out in every corner of the city every few minutes. The loud mushroom blasts calling hordes of zombies together.
Rolling black smoke obscured the sky above the city. Less than two hours after the end of the world, the once prosperous city had become so dilapidated.
And this is just the beginning.
Later, the zombies will become stronger and stronger, and there will be more and more alienated or mutated types.
The flesh and blood brood will cover the entire city, and the evolved zombies can jump dozens of meters high everywhere, and their strength will be unstoppable.
The cars, windows, doors and walls which could protect someone from these monsters now, would become useless pretty soon.
Compared to that time, the current scene is not even an appetizer for the true apocalypse.
Damian moved to the other side of the street little by little, using the advertising signs and scrapped vehicles as cover.
It took him a full twenty minutes to cover a distance of less than 500 meters. When he came to the corner of the street, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this point, there were no more obstructions around, and the zombies wandering in the square immediately spotted him
Damian no longer lowered his steps, and exploded with all his agility that was twice that of an ordinary person. Before alarming the zombie wave, he turned a corner and quickly disappeared from the sight of those zombies.
After leaving the shopping mall area, the number of zombies had significantly reduced.
Low-level zombies will be attracted by sounds. Where there are more zombies at the beginning, more and more zombies will tend to gather. Therefore, in the early days of the apocalypse, zombies are not evenly distributed in every place in the city.
It is more like a tribal one. There is a large zombie group in an area. Outside the zombie group, it is relatively safe. This is also the reason why some cowards can survive in the city for a long time without upgrading levels or hunting monsters.
[Experience +2.]
Damian chopped off the zombies with one knife and looked around the shop. He happened to meet a few pairs of eyes, and when they caught his gaze, those people immediately retracted their heads like timid mice.
"Cowards." Damian ignored these people and climbed into the small shop next to him through the broken window.
In his previous life, he would have arrested these people. As small supplies are given to each person every night, as long as there are enough people captured together, it can be a considerable profit.
But the situation is different now. He has no safe base or camp and there is no use in catching them.
So he just sat on a relatively clean table in the shop, took out a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth, while staring at his personal panel.
[ Player: Damian
Level:2
Experience:48/100
Inventory: 3/25 (each upgrade can increase five slots.)
Title: None
Basic attributes (winter's wrath equipment bonus calculated)
Strength:20
Agility:28
Physique:18
Spirit:34
(Author Note: The two decimal points are rounded off and will not be displayed again, as that gets too messy. Right like wtf is 20.6 or 10.3 urgh)
Free attribute points: 0
Resistance: Frost resistance 30%
Skill:... (No need to mention everyday right.)
Equipment: winter's wrath (sub-legendary) Ring of Featherfall (gold level) ]
"There are still a lot of kills left to upgrade." Damian said as he looked at the time.
It was now 04:15 pm in the afternoon.
The apocalypse days would become night level dark from six o'clock in the evening to six o'clock in the morning the next day.
Depending on the position of the planet, the time of night and day are different, but they are all the same. It guarantees twelve hours of daylight and twelve hours of darkness.
It is very unscientific, but the most unscientific magical apocalypse game has come out, so no one cares about such trivial matters.
At night, the attributes of the zombies will collectively increase by 50%.
The basic attributes of the zombies on the first day are 10 points in all four basic stats and if increased by 50%, they will be 15 points.
This is not a problem for Damian at this stage, but he is not prepared to hunt at night.
The night not only improves zombies, but also severely weakens human vision and various senses.
In addition, he also needs to rest.
In order to level up as quickly as possible on the first day, I risked staying up all night to hunt, and as a result, I had no energy at all the next day. I had to find a place to catch up on my sleep, and then come out in the dark after waking up. What kind of stupidity is this?
Hence no risks at night for smart people.
"Before six o'clock, let's try to raise the level to level 3 and then find a safe place to live." Damian said as he swallowed the last chocolate, took a sip of water, and then left the store carrying the rest of the supplies on his back.
People in nearby shops looked at him eagerly. He could see feelings of fear, confusion and doubts on their faces. Some people hesitated to speak, but in the end they shrank back honestly.
No need to poke a guy who's busy picking on zombies a few hours after this mess started.
Ignoring their thoughts, Damian walked across the street. There were also not many zombies in this place. There were more than a dozen scattered loners here and there, divided into several small teams in twos and threes, but not the horde like gatherings from before.
Damian observed it, and without any cover-up, he pulled the sword and rushed towards the three nearest zombies.
The zombies turned around suddenly and rushed forward with a roar. Their movements were not slow, but in the eyes of Damian, who had 34 points of spirit and 28 points of agility, they were simply moving in slow motion.
Damian even had the time to adjust the direction of his slash midway. When the angle was just right, power and cold air burst out together.
The winter's wrath, which was nearly 1.4 meters tall, with its absolute length advantage over zombies hands slashed straight. The distance swept across their necks, and the three rotten heads flew up together. Falling down with a thud near his feet.
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Note - I changed the sword name from ice jade to winter's wrath. Ice jade sounds innocent. Winter's wrath is more in line with a bloody sword in hands of a villain.
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