Chapter 3: Stalios

Stalios was a big city, with cutting-edge technology, it was a big empire, and nothing could stop them, people, until a mad scientist named Klaus Schuman recreated a nuclear bomb.

Drew Larsen, a pilot sacrificed his life on a plane to stop the ongoing war.

Failing immensely, the nuclear bomb merely shook the foundations of the empire.

By mysterious means, people were forced into zombification.

The empire collapsed on itself.

Thus turning them against each other and the people who were not exposed to radiation.

That is exactly what happened to him in a sense...He was zombified with a system. He thought it was kind of ironic.

He could move his fingers better.

{Quest. Employ low intelligence Zombies to your army }

'Oh no.'

He realised that he could not go on without employing a few zombies. Just thinking about interacting with others was giving him a headache.

What other choice did he have?

Frank rested in a burnt-up crevice, there were cockroaches all over the walls and he kept his breath steady, waiting for more humans. He forced himself to recall the lines. For him not to lack intelligence. He needed more intelligence.

He heard moaning from the building side, he spotted the shadows growing and growing on the ground. He was afraid he might get blown up and hid deeper inside the crevice.

'We are falling short of men' One said scouring over the rubble.

'If Larsen had not thrown that bomb then... None of this would have happened

'He is gone. Here we are, sniffing out zombies like a bunch of rats.' The third sniffed in indignation.

'The master continues to wine and dine, while we hike out here and starve. Look at us.'

Frank listened keenly, he was dying of hunger, and he held on to the walls fighting hard to stay put. The scent of live flesh lingered under his nose. 'Must eat'

!!!!

{ Hp: low. You will not be able to move swiftly without sustenance }

The bar blinked red.

'I know, I know

He wished they would hurry up. He kicked out a rock and risk a spinning foot.

'What was that?' A scout said in a black brooch.

The other put a hand in front of his chest to stop him and motioned to the crevice.

The other twoseparatedd, east and west. The third heaved a sigh raising a gun to the wall.

"Who's there? Come out so I can see you."

Frank smiled bitterly. It felt like de ja vu. That voice assured him that he was going to be fine. If he went out there, he would be killed. He waited, motionless.

The first guard went closer and fired his flashlight attached to the gun into the crevice. He stepped inside cautiously waving the lights around.

His eyes scanned the drawing board. 'Look at this. There's a whole_ack!'

Frank's claw grabbed his face, and his teeth almost sunk into his skin.

The guard flailed his hands and his gun dropped setting off shots. The guards outside were caught in the rush and Frank dragged their bodies into the crevice.

He raked his brownish hair out of his face eating flesh. He reminded himself that it was killed or be killed.

{ Intelligence: 10 }

Hp: 15

{ +5 for bonus time }

Now he knew that the colonists were in the inner city. The scouts had just finished their duty and a new batch would be coming soon. The zombies would be around the corner.

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Frank dragged on to the outskirts, he studied old routes so that he could trace to the crevice.

The wind tides rose and his thin hair drifted, he was not eager to meet surprises and then he took one of the scouts gun.

He had never used a gun before but with trial and error, he was able to locate the safe.

He stayed out in the open grounds, the grounds which were covered in igneous rocks, fog rolled on the ground and they shifted wherever he stepped.

His senses spiked when he heard snarling.

HISS!!!!

He felt anxiety, the zombies have been known to attack each other. On rare occassions. Instead of sweat, his body perspired fluids that only attracted flies.

There were skulls in the fog and bones, a pureid body hung on a branch with several flies swarming it.

He mentally prepared a speech. 'Hear hear'

RAAR!!!

Two zombies, one with its hair covering its ghastly face, inbetween the strands of hair, he saw its hollow glowing yellow eyes, hollow nose, neck was out of place. Telling from the torn greyish night gown with dark ends, the set of her shoulders and bust. It was a female.

The male wore an old suit with slashes, he had shaggy black hair, the skin tissue around his yellow eyes formed holes. His mouth was torn open and his teeth were missing.

He walked in a lop sided motion. Basically with a limp, with his arm was hanging up. The intestines from his stomach was bobbing out from his button down shirt.

Fluid poured down from the uncouth folds.

HISS!!!

Frank stood his ground. He had enough points, if they decided to attack then he would kill them by all means.

He hoped they were low level. He knew a thing or two about talking to adults.

'Hey!'

They paid him no mind and reached up to drag the body of the old soldier from the tree, to feast on.

The body splattered on the ground and flesh flies broke out agitated and finding comfort in new bodies.

'Meat'

They paid him no mind.

He decided to use Plan B. With some dexterity.

The turned at the sound of the gun and hissed.

The blob of fresh meat plonked on the ground, they abandoned the corpse and hobbled over to him.

He moved away. 'Join me to hunt.'

The woman wiped her mouth spanning the pound of flesh. 'We will serve you'

'Whatever you please' The man answered eating more without looking at him.

Frank grinned, it was almost too easy.