More running Yay!

It's been a few hours, maybe around 3 since I felt those 4 for dead. Heh. And during that time I have been fighting for my life, or rather running this entire time with the occasional dodge weave and strike.

Level ups restore all my SP, HP, and MP bars but I haven't had a break since I got out of that lake. I have seen my fair share of zombie flicks and played games while sitting on my ass in my apartment, but the motherfuckers after my ass in this dungeon are a different breed.

They make traps and shit.

They seemingly spawn in out of any and every crevice.

Some of them can uproot trees.

"Like the one behind me for instance."

*WOOSH*

I drop down and slide as a trunk goes speeding overhead nearly missing my skull and spearing through another buff zombie who was in my way, and as it falls to the ground dead with the trunk lodged in its stomach I get up and keep on running.

Yeah, these things are creative and relentless.

"Fuck you, zombie! Slash!" With my hand glowing blue I cleave the skinny zombie who tried to pounce on me from above in twain and push forward as the two halves fall to the ground.

[You have killed a zombie! +15EXP +1CEXP]

To be honest me using slash without a weapon is probably the dumbest thing I could do at the moment because I don't know if it has the chance to backfire or not but considering it hasn't so far there is no reason to stop.

"GRRRRRRR!"

A fat zombie this time gets in front of me and shoots out a stream of disgusting-looking green goo toward me, with visible disgust emerging on my face I dodge to the left, and getting up in its face I weave past a right hook. "Slash!" I sever its head from its shoulders with a clean swipe of my hand and keep on moving as its fatty form falls to the ground.

[You have killed a zombie! +15EXP +1CEXP]

Besides, it's currently the only weapon that I can use without terraforming the fucking earth and shattering all the bones in my arm. Seriously Yamato is OP as shit, ignoring defense and splitting the clouds was some power I thought I would have nearing the endgame. Level 5000 or something like that, not level 1.

I hurdle over an overgrown root and on the other side a zombie pops up from the ground with grabby hands aimed at me. Using my newfound strength I slam my fist down on its head killing it instantly.

[You have killed a zombie! +15 EXP +1CEXP]

That doesn't mean I won't use the skill. It hurts like a bitch but it's also my trump card so I just won't spam it constantly and, at my level, one wrong move and I could accidentally kill myself being reckless with it.

I'm not planning on getting a game over this early.

"HP at 85%, MP at 62%, SP at 55%" Not a bad ratio for my current situation, it's leagues better than before when I first got here after running for just a few minutes but I won't last till dusk like this.

I push through some trees and find myself in a clearing with a large wall in front of me. My eyes dart around for something, anything really and a silver glint catches my eye.

I notice a large steel bunker rooted into the side of the cliff with the door hanging wide open just begging me to hunker down in it.

"That work--Argh!."

[-110 HP]

A zombie had managed to sneak up on me from behind and slash at my back, claws digging into my skin and drawing blood.

"Slash!" I spun on my heel and whipped around as the zombie brought its claw up for another strike, but I was faster and had managed to plunge my glowing blue hand into its chest. Knowing that it wasn't enough to kill it I swung right and cut it in half vertically.

[You have killed a zombie! +15EXP +1CEXP]

More and more zombies start appearing from the tree line as the two halves of the dead zombie fall to the ground and I waste no time rushing toward the bunker as fast as I could.

"It's always the quiet ones" I mutter as a big buff zombie starts bull charging at me from behind, the ground rumbling with each step he takes.

"Fuck now it's the loud ones?"

Getting nearer and nearer to me as I close in on the bunker I have two options.

Either I confront biggy zom and take it out before I reach the bunker.

Or, I get to the bunker, buffy the zombie busts through the door, and the zombies start flooding in while I basically trap myself inside.

Risk a game over or guarantee a game over.

"Yeah, this is a no-brainer."

I peek at my 3 bars.

"HP at 74% MP at 60% and SP at 54%" I mutter to myself as I drop to the ground on my knees sliding to a halt. The Buff zombie is both fast and dumb, meaning it doesn't stop running at me and I take this chance to spin around and cut its legs with a "Slash!" I met some resistance and only managed to make a surface wound, but it got the job done.

With its kneecaps sliced open, it couldn't hold itself upright and with a loud thud, the buff zombie ate dirt.

I took this optimal chance to get up off the ground and jump on the back of the buff zombie. "Slash!" I call out as my hand glows blue and I plunge my hand into its skull killing it instantly.

[You have killed a zombie! +30EXP +2CEXP]

"Fatality!" I take a split second to pose before I start booking it once again as the zombies are still on my tail.

I would call this dungeon run simple and easy, but I have no doubt in my mind that I have been getting extremely lucky this entire time. The low-height convenience store, the convenient office building right next to the store, the convenient helicopter on the roof, the convenient lake to break my fall, the dense forest that slows the zombies down considerably.

All of it was just convenience after convenience.

It's almost like someone wants me to survive.

"Or maybe I'm just really luc--Guh!"

[-121 HP]

While I wasn't paying attention a zombie that probably did track in high school once again managed to sneak up on me and sliced my back with its sharpened dirty claws making me stumble forward slightly.

"Slash!"

I backhand the zombie and its head goes flying off as I see a mass horde of zombies all charging at me stumbling over each other to reach me first.

[You have killed a zombie! +15 EXP +1CEXP]

I definitely don't have enough HP, MP, or SP to fight them all off so I have only one option left.

"Fuck it! Yamato!" I swipe my hand to the left.

All the zombie's freeze in place and the space in front of me starts to distort. Slowly a cut appears in my vision and then the space in front of me shatters like glass and everything within my vision was cut in half vertically.

All the zombies fall down dead their heads separated from their bodies as all the trees topple over the top half being cleanly cut off from the trunk.

*CRACK*

[-423 HP]

"GGGGRRRRRR FUCK!" I grit my teeth as my arm gets completely fucked up. My bones didn't turn to dust but instead smashed into hundreds of tiny pieces making the damage even worse, blood starts pouring out of wounds created by the mini shards of bone sticking out of my arm.

[You have killed a zombie! (1482X) +22230EXP]

[You have leveled up!]

[You have gained the title [Zombie Slayer!]]

[You have gained the title [One Man Army!]]

[You have gained the title [Trackstar]]

"And just like that, my arm is fixed."

Now with my arm completely healed, my HP, SP, MP back to full capacity, and all the zombies within eye view dead I sprint toward the bunker unimpeded.