Discovery

After realizing the current reality of his situation, Quagmire glanced back and forth and side to side, making sure that the earlier undead had gone out of his vision and was either out or far from where he was now located. Looking above him, it seemed to be already afternoon, and the sun would set in just a few moments.Considering the circumstances, he currently had no idea how those undead detect their prey, but one thing is for sure, and that is the undead earlier that came in front of him "heard" the wolf that almost pounced on him, which thankfully he did not move an inch of muscle.Anyway, it's not like he can fight much, as his entire body is aching, so it would be pretty bad to engage directly. Still, it's not like he could do much with a military knife against an undead that spreads its virus toward the living. He might as well already be infected. However, if he's gonna wimp on this one, he would not have accepted this from the gentlewoman, from wherever she came from.Thus, with fear and doubt ever-present in his heart and mind, he proceeded to march into the evergreen forest, trying to find an oasis where he could hide for the day and recuperate from his disgustingly battered wounds.He marched onto the soft but stiff-enough ground with a flick of his eyes from left to right, ensuring no enemies or undead were in sight.After ensuring there was no enemy, he moved out of a bush. Unfortunately, as he was moving out of the bush, he stepped on some dried wooden sticks that crackled under the pressure of his foot. Under the silent forest, the crackling of the dried wooden stick was like a clap of thunder striking on an otherwise quiet night.Suddenly, the rustling of the leaves got louder, as the beating of the heart started to rumble in tune with the upcoming battle, and the adrenaline was released. Alas, it was already happening; he was now discovered, with movements coming in from left to right. Just how could this happen?Just earlier, everything was silent; he checked left to right; there were no enemies, just a single crackle of a wooden stick. A damn wooden stick? Was that enough to trigger those undead from kilometers away? Quagmire could not believe it. Unfortunately, fate was a complete bitch, and so, with the military knife in his hands, he moved into a comfortable spot.Battered and wounded, he was—just a few meters before him was a river that could be potable enough to drink from; it is also the main reason why he moved through the bushes. If only he had known that such little noises could bring about such disaster, he would have taken the roundabout way to traverse the area.With a military knife tightly held in his hands, he glanced from left to right; there was some rustling of leaves from the other side, and as he was about to look over there, a disgusting horror came into his view. With the undead right in his face, he was taken by surprise by how fast it was, and so he attempted to attack it, though it was too late.The undead lunged forward and knocked Quagmire down onto the ground. The undead knocked the military knife out of his hands, and he was pinned down to the ground, his heart pounding loudly as the smell of rotten flesh permeated the surroundings, and his eyes got blurry every second as anxiety took hold of his mind.With every passing second, he felt that resistance was getting futile by the second, with the rustles of the leaves getting more and more intense around them. As he glanced from left to right as he was resisting the undead before him, he was now seeing more of them from a distance, and so fear seemed to grapple with him more and more.So, realizing the situation he was in, the fact that he was given a second chance in life, and the fact that he was about to lose it again, angered him so much that he forgot the fear that he was feeling at the current moment.Thus, he looked forward into his front with a sudden surge of calmness. There, the undead were trying to bite him as his arms were stretched forward, stopping the undead from getting closer. So, using the situation to his advantage, instead of running the risk of getting bitten by the undead by using his hands and risking infection, he decided to use his foot.With a kick, the undead growled before him. Fortunately, he used the spare time he had made and grabbed the military knife at the top, and before the undead was even able to lunge before him, he swiftly plunged the military knife at the front, plunging it deep into the head of the undead.With a sudden coolness in the air, the undead fell to the ground as its brain matter and liquid splattered all over the ground. The undead was finally lifeless. Just a few hours after entering this world, Quagmire had killed somebody—though it was already dead to begin with.Quickly glancing side to side, he saw enemies all over coming for him; it seemed like he was about to get into one hell of a fight that was incomparable to his past life. This time, it was about to get more bloody and violent; after all, what he was fighting against was not a civilized human, let alone a living being, but an undead—a being that had already passed but then again was revived to consume the living, was what he thought.With a tight grip on his knife, despite his aching body and blood splattered all over his clothes and body, he forced himself to stand and faced the undead with a fervent expression to live and make a difference.