Fleeing (2/2)

Weaving around a few more cars, he decided it'd be beneficial to loot the trunks of cars that were easily accessible.

He didn't find much, most of it was already taken by others. He was able to acquire some tape, rope, and a broken wrench that he didn't plan on using anytime soon.

The tape was an almost full roll of it, while the rope was approximately 10 feet in length.

All of this baggage was surprisingly easy to carry, barely lowering his running speed or requiring any of his strength.

Despite the ease to carry these things, his legs were shrouded in aches and trembles.

His heart beat intensely, and he was losing stamina at a worrying pace.

As he progressed further down the highway, cars were less frequent, making it way easier to maneuver around and run in a straight line.

Shortly after, he began to walk. The strain running was putting on his legs was a lot.

If he kept running, he surely would collapse even with his upgraded stamina.

And as fewer cars appeared, more trees appeared, and so did wandering people.

Just like him, they chose to flee using the exit, although there wasn't a lot,

He didn't attempt to be friends with these people. He felt like working independently for the time was best

No one attempted to make contact with Jason, although they definitely noticed him.

All was going well until the roaring engine of a motorcycle resounded throughout the forest and the street near it.

The man riding the motorcycle was a middle-aged man with a thick goatee, wearing a shirt bearing the Harley logo and title.

His helmet had a bright orange flame drawn on the sides of it, something a young child would wear on their backpack.

As the motorcycle came closer, it also slowed down.

[Passive Skill: Sense triggered]

[1 Possible enemy in 100-meter vicinity]

[1 Possible enemy in 90-meter vicinity]

The warnings kept popping up until the biker was within 10 meters.

Jason stood still, as he could tell the man wanted something to do with Jason. For what other reason would he slow down by him?

The only way this made sense was because he had a baby with him, he was by far the easiest target.

With a baby and Jason being young if there was a person to go after in the apocalypse, it would for sure be him.

Shutting the engine off, he stepped over the bike. In his waistband, he pulled out a flip knife, exposing its sharp blade which was directed toward Jason and the baby.

He was hesitant, of course, he didn't want to do this but similar to Jason, he wanted to survive and would do practically anything to assure that.

"Give me the bag and I won't hurt ya" The man uttered in a low tone, eyes locked on Jason.

He jabbed his knife forward in a threatening motion, trying to appear powerful as possible to make the encounter go smoothly as he wished.

"No." Jason simply refused, not willing to give up resources.

He was aware of the danger this man proposed, but with his peak-agility stat, he was sure to be faster than him.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing and his anger reaching a near palpable level.

"GIVE ME THE FUCKING BAG! IF YOU DON'T I'M GOING TO SLICE YOU INTO PIECES YOU BITCH!"

Yelling with fury, spit scattered from his mouth, landing on Jason's sleeves.

It was the apocalypse, Jason wanted to be carefree and ruthless as he could.

"Do something about it, pussy."

The man's eyes widened, and eventually, rage devoured him, not wanting to let Jason be a brat any longer.

The man ran forward, not being scared to harm Jason anymore.

He brung the knife forward, aimed to puncture Jason's chest.

Such a slow and weak attack couldn't even be dreamt of hitting him.

Because of his domineering agility, he easily sidestepped the attack, a casual indifference coated his face.

To try and make up for such a bad attack, he swung the knife to the side Jason went to, only to miss him again.

"You little bitch."

This time, he lunged his whole body at Jason.

'Why is he so slow?' Jason thought as he ducked to the side.

The man completely missed Jason again, colliding with the road floor as the helmet rolled off his head.

'Might as well end it.' He spoke with a heartless glint in his eyes.

He stood over the man, even finding it embarrassing to fail like that. Jason towered over him with his indifferent gaze.

From trying to rob a teenage boy, attacking him, all of that, in the end, to be beneath him? Pitiful.

Such thoughts ran through Jason's head.

"Tch." Jason stomped his foot downwards onto the man's skull, mashing his brains.

In agony, the man roared, scratching and punching the foot that assaulted him. As if Jason was a giant rock, he didn't waver in the slightest.

Raising his foot again, he slammed it on his head for the second time. Stronger than before, cracks resounded. The difference is that the man was not moving this time.

With an indifferent gaze, he sent another kick to his temple, completely killing him.

Jason completely forgot about the system, he was focused on assuring the man's death he almost dismissed the messages in front of him.

[Player: Christopher Willus, killed.]

[+100 EXP: Human kill]

[+20 EXP: First human kill]

[Level 4 > 5. 2 stat points given.]

'Attributes.'

[Level 5]

[20/150 EXP]

[HP: 20/20]

[Strength - 4]

[Agility - 10]

[Stamina - 7]

[Intelligence - 6]

Jason stared at his stats and instantly realized where his weak point was.

'Put both stats into strength.'

[Done.]

The familiar sensation of liquid coursed through his muscles. It reminded him of a frigid river streaming through his body.

Unlike agility, the liquid was in his very fibers throughout his whole body.

He originally thought it would just be in his arms, but no. It was throughout his whole body.

"Haha." He let out a deep breath, embracing the cold sensation rushing through his body. His legs, back, head, arms, and hands. All of it felt more powerful than it ever has.

When the feeling died down, he set down the baby and started looting things from the biker.

When he picked up the knife, another screen popped up.

[ Pocket knife: A cheap, yet commonly used pocket knife. When equipped, +5 Attack. -1 Inventory slot]

'Inventory slot?' Jason thought.

[Inventory slot: Locked. Similar to a backpack, the system contains an inventory.]

'Ah, that explains it.'

He tucked it into his pocket after using the system to analyze it.

Same with the knife, picking up the helmet also gave him a status screen.

[Helmet: A poorly designed helmet. When worn, +5 DEF. +2 HP.]

2 points alone were a 10% increase in HP, so Jason gladly wore it despite its childlike design.

With a boost in strength and some gear, Jason set out. Although not before questioning the system about his passive skill.

'What's my passive skill, sense?'

[Passive Skill: Sense. Level 1, Tier 1; Always being in a treacherous environment led you to be able to acknowledge danger before it happened, may it be to you or others. This skill lets you recognize future hazards or current dangers within a 100-meter radius. Consumes no mana.]

'Neat.'

Concluding him inspecting his passive skill, he started his adventure to Yucca Valley.