Game Of The Devil

My hands were trembling and my body was shaking. When I read the description, I knew that maybe...just maybe, the zombie that I killed was actually a human. If it was a human, then the strange signs from before, like pushing the stone using its hand and not rushing to attack when it saw me can be explained. It was just so impossible that I didn't even thought about it when I saw the collapsed building. I mean, just how lucky was this guy that he survived the crumbling of the building and still able to stand up!!! Though...he was also unlucky in the sense that I killed him just when he survived though that.

Even when I realized that I killed a human, I feel strangely calm, not like when I vomited when I killed a zombie for the first time. Maybe it was because I have already resolved myself, or that I have the leeway to think that it was all just an accident and it was not my fault that I killed him for looking like a zombie...or maybe it was because the reality of the situation still doesn't sink in?

Even though this is a sign that I am growing stronger, I can't help but feel anxious for the future: Will I have to kill another human? or will I do something even more horrifying than that?

I shake these questions out of my head. I already have a hard time surviving in the present, so how can I have the luxury to afford worrying about my future?

Looking at the corpse of the human I killed, I contemplated whether I should search his for a cellphone or not. His body is very bloody and if I searched him, my hands will get bloody and I will also surely smell like blood. I remember something somewhere in one of the movies I watched that zombies are attracted to the smell of blood. The blood from my wounds have already become dry when I leveled up and is starting to fall off, if I get bloodied again, I can't say what would happen when I get down this mountain of rubble. After a long time, I finally decided not to risk myself and began to climb out of the hole.

Climbing out of the hole was easier than expected. Maybe it was because my wounds had healed? or was it that +1 in my strength? Leveling up really is good. I also finally learned the true meaning of what the devil said when he says that human will be the ones that kill themselves. Killing a zombie that is supposedly a level 1 granted me a +10 in my EXP. While killing this defenseless level 1 guy was enough for me to level up. When people learn this, some will surely try to commit murder to get stronger; especially in this now chaotic world where monsters and danger are always abound.

I began my journey down while looking for zombies that may also be stuck in the rocks but unfortunately, I didn't find one. I reached the bottom of the debris faster than when I had to go up. Looking around, there were already many groups of zombies wearing the uniform of our school. Most zombies are close to each other so I may get trapped if I killed one. I tried searching for a lone zombie that was near the rubble. Even after looking and waiting for 10 minutes, the zombies didn't move from their general position. The best ones I found were a pair of zombies.

They must have been a couple before they died. I can see bits of pieces of rock in parts of their body. The male zombie has his c.h.e.s.t flattened by a falling rock or something while the neck of the zombie girl was tilted unnaturally. Yep, they're definitely a zombie.

I clenched my teeth and gripped the handle of my sword tighter. Walking towards them as silent as possible, I circled towards their back and raised my rusty sword overhead towards the male zombie--

BANG!!!

The sword cleaved halfway through the head of the zombie, sending blood and white matters through the air and instantly killing the zombie. Just as I was rejoicing about my successful ambush, I felt a bone piercing pain coming through my head and hands. It was like that part of my body was melting. I instinctively let out a bone piercing scream that attracted the attention of all the zombies. I saw the zombie girl coming closer to me with outstretched hands. My sword was already stucked on the head of the male zombie and I nearly lost all my strength from the pain coursing through my body so I unwillingly let it go and it fell together with the body of the male zombie.

The zombie girl was already only about a meter away from the pitiful me. Although I want to run away, my body won't listen to me. All I can do was to let out a hoarse scream and shrink my body into a ball, hoping that the pain will subside. When the zombie girl swiped her hands towards my face, I used all of my remaining willpower to tilt my body backwards and roll 2 meters away from the zombie. Because of that, my body was also riddled with many stones from the debris, but the pain from earlier was so intense that I hardly felt them.

The zombie girl started walking towards my position again and I can't do anything about it now. My body is lying on the ground, hugging my knees like a shriveled shrimp. My shout has turned into a whimper and my tears overflowed, mixing with my mucus. I can only see the slow steps of the zombie girl, like the hands of death, slowly reaching out towards me. Just when all hope was almost lost, I felt the pain from my body subsiding. At the same time, the zombie girl lurched towards me. I instinctively kicked out while crawling backwards. My foot connected to the half connected head of the zombie girl and her head was completely disconnected. Her body fell backwards, with massive spurts of blood accompanying it...