Girl In White

Suddenly, she was tackled to the ground. The white T-shirt girl was constantly struggling and screaming, but she could not escape from the encirclement of the eight female zombies. She gazed at Ryver with tear-filled eyes, asking him to do something.

Looking at the terrible scene from afar, Ryver's eyes lit up but then dimmed. With the amount of zombies swarming him, he didn't have time to 'help the young lady. Moreover, there might not be time to get her loot.

Regretfully removing his gaze, he immediately kicked the three zombies in front of him backwards, using a single slash, he behead the three in a single move while the axe got stuck within the neck bone of the third. He stomped at the corpse and yanked his axe out.

The eyes of the eight girls who were feasting on the white T-shirt girl held pure hunger, malice and savagery. There was no trace of pity nor remorse in their actions.

The horrific scene was enough to make even a grown man nauseous, filled with fear and guilt about not being able to help but Ryver held no emotion in his eyes. He was only focused on killing the zombies before him. He must become stronger.

His combat experience was more than enough to deal with normal zombies as long as their numbers are not too much. But they would be insufficient if he met a strong zombie or a different strong variant.

Since the ones he had been fighting were only normal infected, those of the first degree would certainly be on a different level. Therefore he needed to prepare as best as he could for what he would encounter.

The eight girls gnashed and fought, slurping the intestines of the lady in white like noodles while the blood was the soup until there weren't any more organs and bloody flesh to feed, therefore, the eight zombies joined the rows of zombies looking desperately to feast on Ryver.

Ryver remained composed. Utilising his entire strength, the fire-axe in his hand turned into phantom flashes, slashing through skulls after skulls of zombies.

When he saw he wouldn't be able to keep up with the speed at which the zombies were rushing at him, he started backed into the garage door and immediately after he had reached, he locked it from behind.

His breathing was heavy, drawing in more toxic through his covered nose, his muscles spasmed and the axe he was holding shook slight. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he rested on the garage door.

The zombies were still clawing at the garage door, but the door was made out of pure steel, therefore it didn't budge much to his relief.

He closed his eyes and rested to regain his stamina. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the red light flashing.

[Thirty-one New Notifications]

[Decakill×3]

[You eliminated a zombie, Plexus dropped]

[Ding! 10× return has been successfully triggered!]

[ You have obtained mutated plexus]

[Search body to receive loot.]

[You eliminated a zombie, Plexus dropped]

[Ding! 10× return has been successfully triggered!]

[ You have obtained mutated plexus]

[Search body to receive loot.]

[You eliminated a zombie, Plexus dropped]

[Ding! 10× return has been successfully triggered!]

[ You have obtained mutated plexus]

[Search body to receive loot.]

Holding the 8 pieces of fragnant flesh in his, Ryver directly consumed the 1st-degree Plexus, chewing and swallowing.

He didn't stop until he consumed all plexus in hand. Immediately, his agility stats and strength stats gradually started increasing by 0.1 points per second. In the next four seconds, Ryver immediately felt the sensation.

His arms started to itch and his sore muscles shook repeatedly. His legs weren't left out. He felt his muscles constrict and retract as his two stats increased to two points.

Finally, after a while, the sensation ended and Ryver sighed. He could feel the exhaustion in his body fade away like a cloud of smoke.

Ryver clenched his fists tightly, feeling the surge of strength coursing through his veins.

Then he glanced at his fist and saw that they were bleeding slightly. The vigorous fighting had opened up the injury on in his palm. But Ryver didn't mind, he could feel his newfound strength coursing through his veins, his upper body more streamlined and his leg muscles tightened.

"Status."

[Report(1): Congratulations, strength and agility have reached 2 points.]

[Ryver Mvcyger]

[Sex: male]

[Age: 28]

[Strength: 2.01]

[Agility: 2.01]

[Vitality: 2.0]

[Verdict: You are twice a man now.]

His overall stats had now reached 6 units. While it was nowhere near as strong, he would be able to deal with any unexpected situation.

Ryver headed up the stairs, towards the third level. He wanted to test out his strength with the zombies while searching for the fire escape door. As he walked onto the third floor, he immediately froze as he saw something moving from afar and by instinct, he knew it wasn't a zombie.

He narrowed his eyes and blinked rapidly twice. The double zoom immediately activated and he saw clearly what it was.

At one corner, at the edge of this particular floor several meters away from Ryver, a handsome man who appeared to be in his early thirties was putting on an improvised gas mask that seem to be made from a plastic water bottle quietly came out from one of the larger offices but then froze as he sighted Ryver.

The big plastic and transparent water bottle had been cut diagonally to fit the face, covering the eyes, nose and mouth tightly while the head of the bottle seem to have been corked by a filtration device. With this, the improvised gas mask could filter the toxic radiation, allowing one to breath fresh air in. This was even better than the wet cloth Ryver had improvised with.

Jacob blinked his eyes twice, also activating his two-time zoom effect. He then sighed in relief seeing that it was another human.

"J-Jacob, is something wrong?" Someone whispered nervously from behind the door he came out from.

"No, there's nothing wrong. I thought a zombie spotted me, but it's another human." Jacob said quietly, sounding relieved, the one behind the door also breathing in relief.

"You guys stay here, let me take care of the remaining zombies here then we will head to the next floor." Jacob motioned to them that he would be back, and then he locked the door behind him.

Waving towards Ryver. He pointed at the five zombies on his far left and then pointed at himself. Then he pointed at the three zombies that were quite closer to Ryver then pointed at Ryver.

The meaning couldn't be any more clear. Ryver remained silent but then nodded his head towards the handsome man. Seeing that Ryver understood his words, the man counted raised his finger up and then countdown from three.

Three!

Two!

One!