FLINT AND A GAME

Flint stood up from his bed, with a frown on his face.

"Another day. Another reason to hate life."

He sighed, and kicked away the game console that had slept on his bed overnight.

His room was a mess, he had arranged it last morning but somehow before the day ended, it always seemed to return back to its previous state, and he was starting to get tired of it.

Flint placed his foot on the floor, and a sharp sting moved from the bottom of his foot to his body and the pain got registered in his brain causing him to wince.

"What the heck?" Flint looked down to see a fork under his foot, and he flared up.

He only knew one person who would dare come up to his room without his permission.

"Houston!" Flint yelled out and in a second, the door to his room was pushed open.

Houston had a spiky honey-colored hair with bright green eyes.

"Hey bro. What's wrong?"

He pulled a girl into the room with him.

The girl blushed because she was half-naked with only her underwear on.

"Hey Flint." Her silky voice flowed into Flint's ear but he blocked it out, while sending a nod her way,

"Alice." Flint's eyes moved to the girl for a second but he couldn't less about the girl, he just wanted to know why Houston had been in his room.

"Why were you in my room? And I'm not your bro."

Flint was firm, this was his best and only friend but he had broken the bro code, so he had no right to call him bro.

"Chill out bro. I had forgotten something in here, and I came back to get it." Houston said, squeezing the waist of the girl in his arms, causing her to giggle.

Flint just stared at the both of them with a blank face before picking up the fork from the floor.

If he allowed his intrusive thoughts to take control, he would stab the both of them to death with the sharp ends of the fork but obviously there was no reason to do that.

Yet.

Even though Alice was his girlfriend, and she had cheated on him with Houston, it wasn't the right time to do anything.

He would just allow nature to take place and when the time was right, he would gladly stick a knife into Houston's throat, and feed that bitch to the dogs.

Flint knew that Houston was lying through his yellow, crooked teeth but he wasn't in the mood for any issues.

"At least learn to pick up your cutleries." Flint said but he received no reply.

He turned around to see the two dimwits kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.

Houston was massaging Alice's tits as if they were the only thing that held his life in place.

Flint had no expression on his face, he had enough of Alice's fruits.

They were now repulsive to him.

"Get a room guys, and make sure it's not mine." Flint groaned, pushed them out, and jammed the door in their faces.

He glanced at his phone that he had left on overnight.

Somehow he had slept off reading that popular web novel-My Vampire System.

He had followed the book for three years, and he was a bit sad to see it end.

Flint hated the MC, Quinn Talen, basically because he was a puny one.

He hung his towel over his back, and went into the bathroom.

The cold shower ran down his back washing off his tensions.

If he had a system like that weak ass, and he was given a mission to drink human blood.

He would not hesitate to suck the life out of that being.

Humans were cruel, and it was something he had come to realize after years of watching.

Majority of them didn't deserve to live or a good life.

However, having a system wasn't possible in real life.

He stepped out of the shower butt-naked, and it became evident why Alice had gone to him first.

The girl herself felt Flint was far better in bed that Houston but Houston gave her money, and he provided her every needs so it would be better to milk him permanently.

Flint had a great athletic build.

After being a victim of bullying when he was a toddler, he had trained himself to ensure that he would be able to stand up for himself since there was no one he could rely on.

His mother was too busy with work to make time for him, and his father never came back home with the milk.

So he had to take of minor things like this himself.

Flint sometimes wished he had an elder sibling, maybe that would have at least made his life better.

Life was bleak either ways.

He walked out of his apartment, and stared at the apartment opposite his.

There were heavy banging, and ecstatic sounds resonating from behind the door.

"They could at least try to be quiet."

Flint couldn't understand what Houston saw in Alice, she was a used product, and he had been the one to enjoy her finished goods before he gave them out.

Maybe that was why releasing her was easier than giving out his old games.

The apartment was dangerously placed beside the busy express road.

In his first few weeks, he had been unable to sleep because of the noisy road, and the music of the dirty clubs that were placed at the opposite side of the express way.

He would game all night away, and when his body couldn't take it anymore, he had a glass of warm milk, always ready to put him back to bed.

Some of those times, Alice had provided the milk before he ditched her.

"Yo Flint my boy!" A thick voice welcomed Flint into the shop the moment he pushed open the door.

It was his boss.

"Good morning, Sir." Flint greeted, and stood by.

He had a feeling that the boss had something for him if he personally came to welcome him to work.

"Yes. Yes. I have a job for you." Flint's boss said and that was how it all started.

The hefty man took Flint to a computer where one of his colleagues was lost in.

The man was pushing the console buttons like his life depended on it.

His eyes were bloodshot red which explained how many hours he had spent on playing the game.

"I want you to finish this game, and tell me what you think about it. It's an old game someone brought. I have no idea where he is now but I want make more out of the game, and sell it."

The eyes of Flint's boss sparkled like someone who had just stumbled upon a huge treasure.

Flint shrugged, there was nothing hard about a simple game, and that was how it all started.

Flint would resume his work very early, and come back very late at night just to beat a game his boss said they had found in one of their boxes.

It was an action game just like every other game he tested for the company but this particular one was different.

It was a game about a zombie apocalypse.

Flint especially loved anything, and everything that had to do with the world ending, and puny humans at the other end begging him to help them.

However, Flint was never a nice guy so he would basically laugh in their faces.

This game however didn't have such interface.

It had bad graphics, and it wasn't even a multiplayer game.

He just had to defeat one level of zombies after the other until he reached the final boss level.

He just needed to prove his superiority again by beating that damn level but every single annoying time, the zombie boss would kill him.

His boss had told him to let it go but Flint couldn't just let it go.

Letting go meant that person was a coward, or that person was too weak to do anything about it. He was not a coward, and neither was he weak.

He didn't know if it was pride or his massive ego as he had never lost a single game since the first time he picked up a game console.

It was a feat that only he could achieve, and now that he couldn't beat this game, it was eating at him.

Every time he failed to defeat the boss, the game would send him back to level one, and he had to start from the top.

He stopped focusing on his studies, and spent his time playing that single game causing his grades to decrease but Flint didn't care.

He refused to talk to anyone after he had convinced his boss to let him take the game home.

The urge to complete these low standard game consumed him until he was became worst than his usual self.

He was at the peak of introversion.

Ordering food and groceries, paying his bills online to ensure stable electricity and water, exercising.

He would spend two hours reading a web novel to ensure his brain wouldn't rotten to avoid turning into an actual zombie.

Flint had a feeling he was wasting his life but at this point, nothing else mattered.

He was doing something he loved.

The cycle continued.

Until one day, Flint discovered a cheat control in the game, and he finally defeated the boss.

For the first time in months, a bright smile graced the young man's face.

He was about to feel something akin to a post-nut clarity on how he had wasted a good amount of his life.

However, a screen appeared on the television, distracting his thoughts.

"Congratulations on beating the boss level."

"Player is now compatible for rewards."

Flint scratched his new-grown beards as he thought.

He absentmindedly decided to go out for a shave tomorrow. It would be his first time outside.

"What reward?"

The moment he asked that question, a wave of sleepiness hit him, and he felt weakened.

Flint stood up, and went to his bed.

The collection of junk packages, mails of people checking up on him, birthday gifts and letters of birthday wishes were pushed onto the floor as Flint collapsed heavily on the bed.

He needed a long rest, and with that thought he fell asleep.

A light shot forth from the television and straight at Flint, causing the boy's body to disintegrate into a million pieces before disappearing.