Chapter 1: Zombies?
In a dimly lit tumultuous bar, where the fervent screams united in a chaotic symphony, Christopher an unassuming young man sat transfixed around a corner.
It was no ordinary night, for on the colossal screen before him, the World Cup final raged between two titanic nations, Star-zone and Pulga.
They battled not only for honor and passion but also for the unspoken truth that drove them all – 'money.' The scoreboard blinked 3-2 in favor of Star-zone, setting the stage for an incredibly intense moment that would be written down in the book of history.
Amidst the jubilant emotions showcased by the star-zone supporters and the mosaic of anxiety, expectancy, disappointment, and the little tinge of anger slowly growing in the supporters of Pulga, a figure stood out.
A young man in his early twenties seated around a corner with his back hunched in the bar. His gaze darted restlessly between the slip on his left palm and the colossal TV screen.
Expectancy and anxiety were written boldly all over his face. He just placed a bet for the first time in his little life to clear the bills of his ill mother who was in the hospital, because of the serious predicament she was in.
His father had abandoned him and his mother at the tender age of 6, and his ailing mother who was his only lifeline was who he clung to fiercely. She was suffering from a heart condition.
Right now, Chris had staked and emptied his pocket to win a bet just to help his sick mother, the team he wagered on to win was currently losing. His heart was pounding hard against his rib just to escape its clutches, the bills of the hospital were weighing down on him like a colossal mountain.
Suddenly, the patrons started to faintly outline some abnormal behaviors from those on the screen; from the uneasiness of the players to the fidgeting of the footballers and the look of confusion worn on the faces of the spectators and no comments from the commentators.
They were all staring in one direction; the sky.
It could be judged from their looks that some never-witnessed scene was being displayed in the sky.
Murmurs
Murmurs could suddenly be heard from the patrons and other staff in the bar. Some even spoke out loud without knowing
'What the hell is going on' he said somewhat confused.
Sitted in the corner Chris started having this slight feeling of uneasiness. And he knew he wouldn't feel this way unless something magnificently bad wanted to happen. But the feeling he felt right now was far stronger than what he had felt in the past, and it felt inexplicable.
Swoosh!!
The massive TV suddenly went blank, the bar patrons were all gripped by the fierce claws of shock for about three short seconds trying to realize what was going on. Before some ignorant patrons faced the workers of the bar and started to vent all their anger out on them.
POP!!
POP!!
POP!!
Suddenly the light bulbs and the phone screens went off and they were all engulfed by darkness, Although they were just welcoming the evening the bar seemed to be hidden between colossal buildings and was just occupying little space with little to no ventilation.
Then suddenly the blank TV came on again but what was being displayed on the massive screen was no longer the scene where some young men were playing a round leather, but what was displayed on the TV screen were some cryptic messages which none of the people present seemed capable of understanding.
For a moment the bar became utterly silent, the workers and the patrons couldn't lay their fingers on what was happening abruptly.
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
BOOM!!
Explosions were suddenly heard all over the bar and screams could be heard. But this time it wasn't the mosaic of joy, anxiety, expectancy, anger. It was just one word to unite all emotions.
FEAR
The tune of chaos was being played by the hands of the gods and the people were dancing along to its rhythm. It was just the way it was in fantasies where everyone could only act based on reaction and reflexes.
Looking at the few he could see within the length of two meters around him and also what he could hear.
Christopher couldn't join in the fray for some unknown reasons which he didn't know and of course, no one seemed to notice him.
He just had the look of confusion that had wholly replaced the previous looks of anxiety and expectancy. As he was studying the blue letters or better say "messages" displayed in his retina.
Name: Christopher Sylvester
Race: Human
Title: Unevolved
Level: 0
Strength: 9
Agility: 10
Health: 8
Stamina:8
Speed: 9
Mana: 9
Class: None
What appeared in his retina was his status window, in this status window his Name, race, Titles, level, stats, beast souls, skills and so many others could be viewed and get updated like a system, the stronger he gets. It is still a mystery to those in other worlds
"....w-what t-the hell is this," Chris stammered unable to put together what was going on now. One moment they are watching a football match and the next moment a catastrophe befalls Earth.
PAA!!
PAA!!
PAA!!
OUCH!!
Slapping himself hard to try and jolt him awake from his believed slumber, of course, the pain he felt on his cheeks dragged him forcefully back to reality.
Of course, no one was bothered by the noise that was created by the collision of his palm and his cheek. Because of the commotion.
Finally stabilizing himself a little, different thoughts and emotions flashed through his head; he didn't know whether this was a blessing from the celestial beings or a malevolent curse.
..."Shit," he said through his gritted teeth as he thought about his ailing mom. "I hope she survives this, if not my existence has no purpose". Then he surprisingly started to calm his mind down knowing he couldn't solve anything being unstabilized.
Connecting the dots, from the explosions to the blue messages in his retina he couldn't help but think about those light novels and movies where people were blessed with supernatural powers, has he thought this is how most of them started, imagining himself going against the law of gravity without restrictions, using strength that could only be seen in fantasies and seeing himself in his secret cave, watching over his city and being engraved in the hearts of the people as a hero.
Christopher couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face as he muttered to himself "Christopher you are still too naive, things don't turn out to be so easy, first of all, let me look for how to get to Mom who is in the neighboring city".
Has he was standing up he shifted his gaze to observe what was going on when his sense suddenly heightened, he didn't know whether it was his instincts that drew his attention or he had some danger sense, only to notice a grotesque being looking strong and like a small moving hill, with a slightly pale green skin color and of the shape of a human slowly approaching him.
'Zombie?... Well, it's no longer shocking since everything seems strange.
An unknown force was awakened on the earth during this sudden chaos, known as MANA, Mana is the foundation for evolvers to grow stronger. But when a human can't withstand the mana they grow mindless and mutate into zombies.
And since the creature had closed the gap on him and he was already in a corner, to begin with, he had no choice but to take the initiative to attack first, Alas, like the gods were smiling down at him there was a baton that was within his reach as he grabbed it and swung it aimlessly like a little child who fights off unseen fear.
Chris was a genius in the field of martial arts already, but humans are humans and zombies are zombies, he just couldn't help but have his soul plunged into fear.
Noticing that the baton was not making hits and his desired outcome wasn't forthcoming. He bit his lower lips and made a resolve as he said through his teeth, "I'm not a coward, heroes never back down and I also have a mother to take care of and pleasures to enjoy. If I don't fight now I could die".
He took an Orthodox stance, positioning his left foot slightly forward and his toes facing his opponent, his right foot at the rear and at a slight angle from the left foot, both knees were slightly bent providing flexibility for movement and quick reactions.
His left hand was held close to his face, with his elbow down and in front of his body to protect his head, and his right hand was positioned close to his chin, ready to throw punches and defend.
Although the position he took was a good one, it was not the best against a zombie because, from the little knowledge he got from movies and novels, a mere scratch was enough to make him go mindless.
His stance would only be slightly useful against punches and if he took the initiative to attack.
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