NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 205: cp1
Chapter 1
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Chapter One: Nothing Left to Burn.
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Growing up I was a fan of both Deadpool and The Walking Dead, never would I imagine I would more or less have the best of both worlds.
At the age of eighteen I was flattened by a bus on my way back home from school, and the horror of being reborn into a world quickly wore off when a blue screen in a strange bedroom appeared in front of me.
[You have been gifted the power of the Gamer!]
Immediately confused, I waved my hand through the screen. It was incorporeal, and the bedroom was completely unfamiliar to me. As was, my own body?
I touched the screen and then it changed.
[For a quick tutorial press here.]
I accepted, no other option really.
[Gamer Status
Name: Marcus Liederman
LV: 5
Age: 19
HP: 100/100
MP: 100/100
STR: 8
DEX: 9
VIT: 13
INT: 11
WIS: 7
LUK: 11
Skills: Born here in rural Wildford, South Carolina, raised by your two older brothers, you have an extensive survival background. In hunting, fishing, trapping, shooting, and camping. Your two brothers were also helping you to become a mechanic someday.
Perks: Immune - One of the few people among those in the entire world able to develop an immunity to the virus.
Survival Skills: LV 53
Mechanic Skills: LV 24]
So wait, if I was now some sort of...hillbilly I'd never heard of, where was my family? Where was I? What was happening?
[Tutorial Quest created! Scan the room!
Learn about your new environment, and discover where you are.
Accept Y/Deny N
Limit Time: Five minutes
Reward: +5 LVs]
Odd, but given the fact that I was supposed to be dead. Not too odd, I suppose.
I looked around the room and the truth was that I was now a new person, someone who liked baseball, mechanics, woodcraft, and steak, or at least, judging from the barbeque and grill catalogs, was interested in buying them or getting into cookouts.
But it was the view from the window that interested me. I was in the second floor of a regular suburban home, and as far as I could tell, the entire world had gone to shit. There were a few empty buildings around, a car still on fire nearby, and what appeared to be...zombies?
That or folks with their limbs missing, walking around aimlessly.
The zombies filled the entire town, and didn't appear to be like the normal zombies I was suspecting. Such as slow or weak, nor too stupid, that was just a feeling I got from looking at them.
[Quest completed!]
[You have gained five levels! You now have 25 skill points to attribute to your stats.]
Apparently knowing I was in a zombie apocalypse constituted being able to determine where I was. Dawn of the Dead, The Last of Us, and The Walking Dead were on the table I guess.
I opened the menu just by wanting it to show up, nice to know it was a mental interface for whatever this thing was. Strangely, by raising the STR stat to 16 I felt twice as strong. And judging by my build right before I was transported into this new body, I'd say I was twice as strong as a normal guy.
So if I raised my intelligence and speed stat, which, The Gamer said was DEX, I'd be twice as fast and smart, perhaps resourceful as a regular person.
I suppose it was worth a test.
Sure enough, I was right. I could move around a nightstand, a well sized wooden bit of furniture with complete ease when it normally would've taken great effort.
I couldn't stay in this house, that much was clear, and I also needed to figure out where I was as well, location wise, instead of universe wise.
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I clambered out of my bedroom through the rooftop connected to the bedroom window and as far as I could tell, I was trapped in a decently sized rural town surrounded by the undead in all directions.
If I wasn't blessed with something like this Gamer power, it'd be pretty safe to say I was fucked.
The town was in a sorry state, cars were left abandoned in the middle of the road, and there was nothing around that gave me any sort of direction towards a larger city. However, judging by a few of the signs I was able to read properly nearby, this was actually South Carolina, a town towards the border with Georgia when I used a pair of binoculars back in the bedroom to spot a highway sign leading to 'Atlanta.'
I went back into the room and began to pack a few things with what was likely my old backpack for school.
I found a hammer in a small toolbox, used it to pry off nails from the bed and clothing wardrobe, and hammered a few nails into a signed hardwood baseball bat I found in a trophy case.
Soon, the Gamer noted what was in my new Inventory.
[Inventory: Two bags of wires, a baseball bat with nails in it, hammer, screwdriver, nails, screws. Bowie knife.]
Not a bad start if I wanted to get the hell out of this town, but I'd need more. Namely food, and a way to get all these zombies in all directions to fuck off and let me get out of here.
Before I went, I found a pair of dumbbells resting against the foot of the bed and started to use them.
The Gamer already let me get stronger just by looking around, I wondered if doing regular training and reading could help. I was right, reading books on Geography, metal working, and using the dumbbells to do squats and curls leveled me up another six times.
I invested the remaining points into DEX, VIT, and STR, considering I'd need to move pretty fast, run for long periods of time, and hit very hard to deal with zombies.
As I had suspected there were zombies downstairs, about four of them judging from what I'd seen from the second floor indoor balcony. I could easily try to leave the house using the rooftop access I had from my bedroom but I was curious to test my skills.
If I couldn't kill a few zombies on my own, how could I ever survive in this world? Even if running would ultimately be smarter.
With the element of surprise, I snuck up on them, and swung the bat with nails as hard as I could into one's skull.
Strangely, I didn't vomit at the sight of a rotten brain being splattered across a kitchen wall, fungus and other strange molds spilled around in the zombie brain soup. What was more shocking, was how fast its friends responded.
The other undead in the room all ran towards me, not walked or limped, ran. They appeared to have the full motor function of a regular human, just with very little reasoning or cohesion beyond consumption.
Of, at this moment, me.
Even armed with a baseball bat, I would've been overwhelmed, but my recently buffed stats did their job. I repelled the first two, and took out another zombie's knee, the rotting leg flying away like a fat moldy salami.
It collapsed, and soon I was able to shove back its friend when it tried to bite me on the neck, and I pushed it away, the bat between us acting as a shield.
When his friend got back up leaning off the marble kitchen counter, and reached towards me, I swung so fast and hard that its whole upper body was practically shredded. Its whole arm and chin bone were disconnected, leaving it completely useless.
I turned, ignoring it and smashing downward on the last of them.
Pancacking the last zombie's head with a red, sploshy, and mushy mess where their head and neck were, I turned around, barely winded. About five minutes into this apocalypse and I'd barely broken a sweat and killed four zombies with relative ease.
The kitchen was relatively empty, besides from two cans of beans and a two thirds eaten box of cereal. I'd also managed to find a water bottle and add it to my inventory.
I looked into the mirror and saw my new appearance. I looked exactly like what I expected, if I imagined an average guy wearing a plaid button up, jeans, and a white shirt with dark hair and pale skin.
I made sure to loot the entire house but nothing was useful besides from a flashlight and a bag of stale chips. The upstairs bathroom included some medicine, made sure to pack that as well into my backpack.
[You've cleared a house of Undead and Supplies! You've gained +10 LVs!]
Let's go! That's right.
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I felt practically invincible standing on the porch of the home I'd just looted, and outright attacked the other seven zombies standing around aimlessly in the street or eating someone's corpse.
Not afraid to get bit or scratched, hell, the Gamer told me I was Immune to whatever infected them, I was safe from their attacks. As difficult as it would be for them to land it, because I was simply too fast and hit too hard with my baseball bat.
I began to turn rotting flesh, into cold hard EXP and LVs.
Either because the Gamer allowed me to remain composed at all times regardless of fear or danger, or because I simply didn't give a shit if these things could hurt me and I knew I could kill them, I absolutely bodied all of the zombies.
I smashed, crushed, and ripped apart the zombies with my baseball bat, or outright tore them apart and threw them into each other. I began to hit so hard with my baseball bat augmented with some nails hammered through it that I literally imploded a zombie, crushing it inwards when I tore through its shoulder as it tried to latch onto my shoulder to bite me.
Its guts were released outwards from the holes poking directly into its visible ribs and organs, and I think every possible innard within the zombie, bones and all, were all ripped through the baseball bat. Like a butter knife passing directly through some glazed hot marmalade, passing in two slippery waves.
The adrenaline rush from destroying these things was so addictive. The EXP I got from killing them even more so.
Soon, the entire cul-de-sac's worth of zombies and supplies were mine. My backpack now went from somewhat empty to almost bursting. I had gained two very useful perks from scavenging and killing about forty zombies in about as many minutes.
[Skilled Survivalist - You loot 20% more efficiently and are 20% harder to detect by hordes of Undead.]
[Fighter - "Never bitten." You move 10% faster than any person, seeing things move a tenth slower when in combat.]
I sat on the roof of a destroyed car, eating a sandwich I'd made from the supplies I found on the biggest house on the block. I liked that quote the Gamer gave for the perk, almost like it was an achievement. Never bitten.
Not that I cared, I was already immune anyway.
I had looted an entire cul-de-sac, left an entire pile of lifeless husks that were previously furious living dead folks, a few were even still groaning when I'd boredly left a few of the smaller ones embedded into a nearby chain link fence.
My baseball bat was red and stringy with blood, guts, brains, and shards of rotten bone, and I didn't lose my appetite at all when eating around the trophy stack I'd made. Fuck these freaks, I'm trying to enjoy my meal.
"Shut up!"
I crushed a particularly loud one's face under my boot when I ripped it out with one arm from the fence and smashed it against the asphalt.
There was only one question now, how did I leave?
One end of the street leading out of the block of houses was cut off by a large stack of ruined cars and other rubble and debris. And there was a sizable horde of zombies I didn't think I could take on just yet on the other end of the street. I could kill forty zombies in just over half an hour, just not all at once. At least, not as of now.
There was nowhere else to go, all of the houses led towards other suburban areas that ultimately would just have me running circles until I eventually found access to the highway or further into this town I was trying to get the hell out of.
I sighed, after I finished my sandwich.
I climbed across a few rooftops, my baseball bat holstered in its comfy slot on the backpack I carried, and went to the highest point in this cul-de-sac.
I was a bit towards what would be the east of the center of this town. The only way out would be to hop house to house until I reached the highway, pretty damn far.
It would probably take me the whole day just to get there, and I wasn't in a hurry, but after looting and passing through several abandoned homes, I wasn't in the mood to do it all over again or just go across rooftops constantly.
The town center might have some useful supplies too, but that's where most of the undead were massed. I think the smartest option would be to somehow draw all of the undead in the town with a giant distraction.
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A/N:
I was writing this on this website, instead of on a Google doc, so I forgot to save. Fucking lost half the chapter.
Also. I do not own the Gamer nor the Walking Dead.
Anyway, the MC finds a Golden retriever, blows up a gas station with a truck, then loots a police station and mows down like a horde of hundreds of walkers on his own and bodies the rest by tossing them into the fire. Then drives towards Atlanta in a red pickup truck with the Golden Retriever.
Will upload the rest of the chapter and continue the fic unless this reads like a shitfest or a shit post and is shit in which case nevermind.
If this reads like a crack fic it sort of is, I was inspired heavily by Deadpool: Killogy. I will be ramping up the sex, gore, and violence we saw in the Walking Dead, just without any of the shitty censorship and bad writing AMC included. If this fic isn't better than at least the later seasons of TWD I'm sorry, not my intention.
But I won't be keeping them on a farm playing house for an entire season, nor having people wearing Lego armor. Anywho again, possible crossover with The Last of Us, Highschool of the Dead (at least some ideas), and definitely the Telltale Walking Dead game. Legendary game.
Anyways, thanks for reading.