23

I was determined to get a strength stat point. I kept going long past what my limbs could handle. Maybe I'd get a stat point in stamina while I was at it. I felt the seven o'clock healing when it came on, and was really happy my muscles were no longer screaming. I checked my stats, and mentally fist pumped because I did it. 

I got that fucking stat point. Then I noticed that my strength stat wasn't the only one that had gone up since yesterday. My stamina had taken a significant uptick. Was it from all that stress in the dungeon? Who gives a flying fuck. 

I stood up, and stretched. Glad for that daily healing that awakening granted me, and mentally cursing the day when it would go away. We had the better part of two days before the last floor of the dungeon would break. I was determined to increase my stats as much as possible before that day came. I felt my jeans sag, and realized they really didn't fit right anymore. 

They barely held onto my hips. They felt as if they were a size too big. I left the hotel heading for one of those combination stores that had groceries, and clothes. I wasn't willing to spend fifty bucks or more on jeans so I settled for a twelve dollar belt instead. The belt would hold my pants up around my waist where I liked them. 

Plus it was one of those ones that barely fit me. I figured I was going to continue losing weight now that I was active. I bought some cheap potatoes, milk, butter, cheese, and a small thing of pre cooked ham. My grandma had given me some scalloped potatoes with ham in them not to long ago as a moving out present, and I remembered liking it. So since I knew how to make scalloped potatoes, and adding ham could boost the flavor I figured, why not?

I realized the hotel room probably didn't have a proper cake pan for me to cook the potatoes in. I noticed that a good number of shelves were simply empty. It looked like the shipping problems were already starting. It reminded me of when covid had started. I paid cash for my items, and left the store. 

I didn't bring my weapons with me. I didn't think I needed them so when I found myself sprawled on the ground with something biting into the back of my head I freaked out. I didn't bother trying to get all the way up. I reached up, and grabbed a handful of soft fur. I yanked the soft creature of my back, and threw it as far as I could. 

Which wasn't very far since I was laying on the ground. I rolled to the side as fast as I could. Abandoning my bags, and wallet so I could roll that much faster. I felt the creature slam into me a moment later. It pushed me into a nearby vehicle. 

Setting off the car's alarm. I luckily had my back up against the car, and could finally saw my attacker. It was a cat. It looked like a normal household cat only the fucking thing was the size of a fucking Great Dane. The cat pawed at me. 

Slashing those claws into my flesh. Things were not going to be good if I didn't get out of this position. I used my high jump skill to get out from under the cat's claws. I jumped up, and rushed to grab the big bag of potatoes. The cat rushed in front of me to cut me off so I wouldn't be getting those potatoes. 

I laced my fingers together, and raised my hands high as I continued to rush toward that the cat. The cat jumped slamming into my midsection. Claws digging into my back. I ignored the pain, and slammed my fists down with more force then I thought I was capable of. The cat yelped, and hissed angrily as I pushed forward with my high jump skill. 

The cat was thrown on it's back, and scrambled to turn over from underneath me. I wrapped both arms around the cat's neck as it squirmed beneath me, and tightened them around it's neck. I didn't have any weapons, and I wasn't strong enough to kill the cat with regular blows so I took option three. Choke the life out of this mother fucker. Most of the things I'd clung to like this didn't have claws or the range of motion this fucking cat did though. 

The cat thrashed in my grip. My legs moved up to wrap around the cat's midsection. Pinning it to my body as my grip around it's neck tightened even further as I squeezed out strength I didn't even know I had. The cat tried throwing me off. Clawing at my arms, and putting big gashes into my legs as well. 

My arms tightened even further so I could grip my shoulders. My left hand gripping my right shoulder, and my right hand gripping my left shoulder with the cat's neck constricted up between my boobs. My nose was bleeding from something I didn't remember happening, and it hurt when the cat's head slammed into my already damaged nose. I held. Despite the slashing claws. 

I held. The burn in my limbs, and the ringing in my ears. I held. My eyes stung from the blood that got in them, and my back burned for being rubbed against the hard cement. I held. 

It felt as if I'd been stuck there for a long time. Everything hurt. I held. I vaguely remembered someone screaming. I felt the cat stop moving, but I still held because I could feel it now that the pounding in my head had lessened a bit. 

I could feel the cat's pulse, and it was slowing. I was going to kill this fucker for trying to kill me. I may be a kind person, but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. All kindness went out the window as soon as you crossed the line I wouldn't forgive, and forget. I may be kind, but I'm not merciful.