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Teaming Up with the Clueless Against Zombies
墨書 Inktalez
On a morning in 2047, I found myself crouched in the bathroom of a dilapidated apartment building, pondering the most important question of my life: what should I have for breakfast today?
The world outside had descended into chaos, but biological needs never take a break.
Speaking of which, there were three packs of instant noodles left. Should I indulge and cook two packs?
Maybe add a marinated egg?
Unfortunately, the refrigerator had long since lost power, and the eggs had gone bad ages ago.
Sigh. In this post-apocalyptic world, having a decent meal was harder than climbing to the heavens.
The window was a shard of broken glass, barely covered by a filthy piece of plastic.
Through the gaps in the plastic, I could see the gray sky and the distant ruins, truly reminiscent of a hell on earth.
A sour stench filled the air, the unique fragrance of the apocalypse, mingling with the odors of rotting garbage and decaying corpses, making it nearly suffocating.
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying not to think about what exactly was producing that nauseating smell.
Suddenly, a dull thud shattered this "silence."
It was followed by a sickening tearing sound, as if something was being ripped apart, sending chills down my spine.
My heart raced, and I instinctively held my breath.
No way, no way! It couldn't be that unlucky!
Could it be some clueless zombie had set its sights on my rundown apartment?
The plastic sheet was violently torn open, and a bloodied, muddled head squeezed through.
It was a zombie, its eyes filled only with hunger and the madness brought on by the virus. The whites of its eyes were bloodshot, and its pupils dilated, creating an exceptionally terrifying sight.
It let out a low growl, akin to a beast's rumble or a wail echoing from the depths of hell, struggling to fully crawl through the window frame.
I was paralyzed with fear, my legs turning to jelly, nearly slipping off the toilet.
Instinctively, I wanted to scream and run away, but my body felt frozen in place, unable to move.
Adrenaline surged through me, a buzzing filled my ears, and my heartbeat thundered like a drum.
This was it; I was done for—completely finished!
In that life-or-death moment, the black bracelet I had been wearing on my wrist suddenly emitted a faint red glow.
I had found this bracelet in a garbage pile and wore it just for looks; I never expected it would light up at such a critical moment.
A peculiar warmth surged through my body, slowly dispelling the icy grip of fear.
I sensed subtle yet indescribable changes within me, as if dormant cells were being awakened, filling me with strength.
The red light on the bracelet flickered, as if signaling something or mocking my ignorance.
The zombie had freed half of its body, and the stench of decaying flesh hit me like a wave, nearly making me faint.
I could almost feel its rotten breath on my face—sticky and nauseating.
In the depths of despair, my gaze was fixed on the bracelet, its glow seemingly brighter, as if guiding me toward my only path to survival.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed directly in my mind, carrying a strange allure:
"Advanced virus host detected... Do you wish to proceed with absorption? Successful absorption grants immunity and partial abilities... Warning: The absorption process carries risks. Please choose wisely."
Absorb? Absorb this thing?
My stomach churned violently; reason told me this was madness, akin to suicide—far worse than eating stinky tofu.
Yet the instinct to survive roared within me like a wild beast, insisting this was my only chance to live.
Could this bracelet be some sort of alien technology?
Or perhaps I was the chosen one, destined to save the world?
The zombie had nearly fully entered the bathroom, its hand, adorned with black and purple nails, reaching out toward me. Filth lingered beneath its nails, looking utterly disgusting.
In that moment, all my fear and revulsion were overshadowed by an overwhelming terror of death.
Fight or die! If I don't fight, I might as well wait for death!
Since I was going to die anyway, I might as well take a gamble!
With gritted teeth, I made my decision.
I was all in!
I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into the outstretched arm of the zombie, its bewildered gaze (if it still had one) fixed on me.
A rush of cold, foul, and decaying liquid flooded my mouth, and I gagged.
Disgusting! Absolutely revolting!
The stench was worse than a pair of socks I hadn’t washed in a month!
But at that moment, the glow from my wristband peaked, and that warmth transformed into a violent surge of power, crashing through my body.
I felt like a deflated sponge, frantically absorbing this energy as if it were about to burst me apart.
The putrid smell seemed to morph into a bizarre form of nourishment, being absorbed and converted by my body.
A voice echoed in my mind once more:
"Devouring successful! Gained basic immunity! Minor increase in strength and speed!"
I sensed a brand new power surging through my limbs, making my body feel light and strong, as if it were brimming with energy.
Just moments ago, my legs had felt weak, but now I stood tall and straight like a sturdy poplar tree.
More importantly, the sensation of viral corruption from the zombie's arm was instantly eradicated by an invisible force once it entered my body.
Am I really immune?
This is incredible!
Without time to think, the zombie before me continued to struggle. It seemed to sense something was off, its movements becoming more frantic, and its shrieks sharper.
I looked at its twisted face, a wave of indescribable disgust surged within me, accompanied by a strange sense of power.
How should I wield this newfound strength?
I tried to concentrate, envisioning the power gathering in my fist, just like in the martial arts novels I had read.
Suddenly, my fist felt heavier, brimming with strength.
I swung my fist in an awkward manner and struck down hard towards the zombie's head.
The first punch missed; my body hadn’t fully adapted to this power yet, and my movements were clumsy.
The zombie let out a hoarse roar, swinging its arms towards me, nearly clawing at my face.
I stumbled back awkwardly, almost slipping on the wet ground, but thankfully I was agile enough to regain my balance just in time.
Damn it, why isn’t this golden finger more impressive?
I focused my strength once more. This time, I aimed for its head with determination in my eyes, intent on hitting my mark.
With renewed power, my movements became quicker and more precise, and the force behind them intensified.
"Thud!" A dull sound echoed.
My fist landed solidly on the zombie's head, delivering an absurd amount of force as if it could split the heavens apart.
The zombie's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, splattering blackish-purple blood all over my face, the stench overwhelming.
I stood frozen, staring at the chaos around me and my blood-soaked fists, unable to believe that I had actually taken down a zombie.
Is this… really resolved?
In such a brutal, absurd manner?
My stomach churned again, but the sensation of power coursing through me made it clear that this was not a dream; this was happening for real.
I quickly wiped the blood from my face and forced myself to rush out of the bathroom, suppressing the nausea.
In addition to the foul odor of decay brought by the virus, there seemed to be another scent in the air—a yearning that came from within me, longing for something.
This desire unsettled me and made me realize that my abilities extended far beyond what I had just demonstrated.
The apocalypse had begun, and my journey started in a bathroom drenched in zombie blood, armed with a power that was both disgusting and formidable.
I needed to understand what was happening and find food and resources to survive.
This world, because of my bizarre golden finger, might become more interesting—or perhaps more dangerous.
It seemed I had opened Pandora's box right next to a toilet.
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