1 Chapter 1: The beginning
Frank was a college student, lax at his home, he had shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin with an lanky build. He wore a green shirt with a ring on it, jeans and socks.
He was reclusive and he abhorred interacting with other people. He relaxed on his couch reading Zombie Force 3.
He was always thrilled by horror novels, his adrenaline was pumping, time flew by when he was reading the books.
He smiled at his favourite character. He was always a charmer.
He flipped through a few pages because he was a speed reader. He smiled brightly at memorable lines. "Nice."
Thump Thump*
"Frank!"
He simply dropped the book. "Who is it?"
"Frank! Please help me! Help please!"
He went to the front door and hissed. He wiped the sweat off his forehead. His hair was standing on the ends and he shuddered to reach for the doorknob.
12:05 AM
The numbers drifted around his eyes.
His brain told him to forget it.
His apartment was quiet. The stranger kept thumping on the door. He recognized her voice and opened the door and let her in.
She had curly brown hair and transfixed brown eyes, she was petite and dark-skinned, and she wore a brown coat tied around her waist
She hugged him and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you."
"Why are you here so late?"
Click*
"Lie down there!" The robbers entered and Frank screeched. He could feel the same spot on his crotch.
Frank laid on his stomach with his hands. His legs trembled on the carpet. He was sweating like the devil and his heart was pumping.
"Alya! What is this?"
"Quiet!" The robber shouted.
"I told you he was a doormat." The girl grinned at them. Then she raised a gun.
"Search him."
Frank watched as they ransacked the house.
They scattered everything that was not worth a dime. They broke whatever they could just for fun, flipped over the table and a lump formed in his throat.
"I have nothing on me." He cried. "It's my college fund. I swear!"
"Eh! Look at this." The robber found a dollar bill inside the Zombie Force 3 book.
Frank was surprised when he saw what the robber was holding.
A bag full of cash. His college fund.
"So you have been lying to us! Heh?"
"No, don't please!"
BANG!
...
Frank woke up to the buzzing in his ears.
"Please don't kill me!" He cried out instinctively and then he felt stuffy. His eyes were watering and he coughed.
His body was reeking, he thought he saw his whole funeral flash before his eyes. "Where am I?"
The world developed before his eyes. He gazed at the forest and the flies swarming around him. He flapped them off.
[ SYSTEM DOWNLOADING...]
'What system?' He thought. 'Who is that?'
[ Frank. You have been gifted with a Zombie System. A new life. Do you wish to accept? ]
[ Yes ] or [ No ]?
Suddenly Frank felt very small. A new life? Why did it have to be now? Was he truly dead? He remembered vaguely writhing in pain, a pool of blood on the floor. He had let his guard down. If only he had not opened that door.
Even if he had died...what did he have left to lose? He slowly tapped [ Yes ]
A light flashed*
Ding!
[ You have accepted a chance at a new life. Transformation will commence instantly ]
Frank saw that his body was slowly degenerating, it turned from tan to an unhealthy grey, he looked stunned at the maggots emerging on his skin and he stepped back.
He had a slight knock on his left knee from a displaced bone. But he did not feel it. The smell of putrid flesh did not affect him in any way. Flies were swarming him now.
Maggots wriggled on his flesh wounds.
He almost hurled at the sight of his gaunt stomach.
'I am a Zombie?' He could not speak as well. His lips were sealed. What was the point of getting a new life if he was a walking dead?
His mind tempered. 'Suck it up, Frank. Take it or leave it'
[ You have been transmigrated into the Novel Zombie Force 3 ]
Your character has been modified into the novel. You must finish the narrative and ensure not to derail.
'That is not going to be hard'
[System Error Rectified]
Level: 3 (experience bar)
Name: Frank Danielson Zombie #666
Age: 18
Race: Undead (Zombie)
Class:
Title:
Hp: 50
[Stat]
Strength: 4
Agility: 6
Sense: 15
Vitality: 2
Dexterity: 7
Intelligence: 5
remaining stat point: 0
[Skill tab]
Passive:
Active
Frank reached up the read the signs. He was not so overwhelmed by the stats.
'This is a game'
{ You are in the post-apocalyptic stage in Stalios. The new world. You quest is to gather as many hit and experience points as possible to level up.
You must eat as much human flesh as quickly as possible to retain your immortality. You have to consume human flesh to sustain your health points. }
'Immortality' He almost laughed.
Ding*
{ Kill 3 people in 10 minutes. Penalty: Immense pain and suffering. You will feel the wrath of a thousand maggots. }
Frank touched his lip, the environment developed into a huge city. He held his breath at the smoke-filled sky. The fort and the outskirts were ravaged. The grey seashore was black and polluted water pushed against it.
He remembered the tale of the Zombie Force. Why was everything so different?
Stalios, an impenetrable city with packed, cutting-edge technology was ravaged?
He didn't understand. Where was the Drew Larsen he knew?
'Was this truly Stalios?'
[ Your character had been adapted into the storyline. ]
His head buzzed trying to retain that.
He saw two people walking at the seashore. Their groove was so clumsy that he might have mistaken them as humans.
'what the hell?'
The system wanted him to kill. He wanted to get even. He started to walk, his left arm dangled listlessly by his side because his tendon was severed. He drooled. His left feet dragged on the sand. His hunger to feed pushed him on. The hunger was overwhelming.
A man screamed and they raised two spears.
They wore brown armor with capes and sea dragon brooches.
Frank was hesitant but his deep dark hunger was stronger. He swiped his hand and the three men stepped back.
"W_what do we do?"
"Let's just kill him and get this over with!"
They were intimidated. Humans who saw a zombie would either attack given the chance or flee. With what they had accomplished, it was a no-brainer that they would attack him.
'Mmm, you losers are no match for me' He said in false bravado. His voice was as ragged as a lion's.
Frank remembered how they shot him.
TTATATATATATTATATTAA!!!!
'Ah! What is happening to me!?' He felt the pain to his core.
His hit points went down.
Humans would do anything as long as it sustained them. He attacked the first man and he screamed falling back.
Crack*
Blood spattered when he crunched on their limbs.
....
{ You have gained enough experience points to level up }
Frank wiped his chapped lips, his arms and hands dripped with blood. He got up and his skin turned from grey to tanned. His tendon was fixing itself. He stopped feeling the deep pangs.
Level: 4 (experience bar)
Name: Frank Danielson Zombie #666
Age: 18
Race: Undead (Zombie)
Hp: 65
Mp: locked
[Stat]
Strength: 9
Agility: 11
Sense: 20
Vitality: 7
Dexterity: 12
Intelligence: 12
remaining stat point: 70
[Skill tab]
Passive:
Active
He stood up and stepped over the pile of bones.
This was just the beginning...
.....
