Ren looked at the points: +3. The Unlucky Roulette was spinning with the red spin button in front.
THUD. THUD.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps from behind. Ren slowly turned, as if it would keep the thing behind him from getting alarmed. He did a silent gasp.
Slowly getting up, Ren half-crept and half-crawled out from behind the dumpster, keeping an eye on the zombie with
Turning slowly toward the midsection of the zombie—which was also LV1—Ren screamed. With adrenaline pumping, he ran without looking back toward the two zombies.
Ren opened the Roulette and spun the wheel while it also appeared he had gained another +5 points, which further solidified some things he thought about how he gained points—things he did not like.
The Roulette spun, and while it was still spinning, Ren looked behind him. He saw two more zombies along with the two he'd spotted. Cursing his bad luck, Ren looked toward the half where Ophelia would be buried, silently apologized, turned the corner, and went into the first door without looking to see what the place was.
Hiding behind the door, he looked at the stopped Roulette.
Congratulations! You have won: "Pickaxe"!
Item Description: Can dig up anything. Breaks after 10 uses.
Note: Pick the brain of your followers!
"Shit! I am not going back." Ren looked at the pickaxe.
Unlucky Roulette
Roulette points: 6 points.
Next spin: 3 points.
Ren weighed the choices of spinning again or saving for the revival potion he'd found in the "Destiny Store." Finally feeling like he'd made a tough choice, he picked up the pickaxe and went back out toward the four "followers" he had gained in his apocalyptic life, unaware his self-rant had been heard by the only surviving entity in the building: the Veterinarian.
Ren turned the corner and ran without shouting to avoid any further mistakes or attracting more attention to this place.
Ren believed himself to be okay—not too fat, too slim, too short, or too long—which further fueled his belief that he could take them on easily. Swinging the blade horizontally to slice off the head, Ren sliced off the first head. The Unlucky Roulette pinged, and he had gained another point.
Feeling good about the point gained—and getting closer to buying the revival potion—Ren swung the pickaxe again, making a clean cut of the second zombie's head and getting another point.
Feeling more in tune with his body, and without seeing the level of the third zombie, Ren swung again. Suddenly, there was a crack on the pickaxe. The zombie head was sliced off; however, the point gained was +2.
Ren, looking toward the last zombie, realized the level on top of its head was LV2. Ren put in full effort and swung again. The pickaxe sliced the head off, but there was another +2 and a crack sound.
Ren looked at the remaining uses, which now showed 4 remaining. The level-2 zombies shaved off 2 uses each. However, he was finally closer to 15 points. He had 6; now he had gained 6. He needed 3 more to finally get the revival potion and... huh, Ren thought—how was he supposed to get Ophelia with only 4 uses of the pickaxe, which might be spent defending?
Ren looked toward the spinning wheel of the Unlucky Roulette, gritted his teeth, and hoped the wheel could help him out.
However, planning to get cover from the rain—which was finally showing signs of stopping—Ren sprinted back to the place he'd taken cover when running from the zombies.
Suddenly, what came into view shocked Ren again. It looked like Ren would keep getting surprised and shocked throughout the beginning of the apocalypse.
The door was completely filled by what looked like a large white poodle; however, the size itself was not the thing that left our hero Ren wide-eyed. It was the blood around the paws—or, more appropriately, sickle-like claws—and the grinder-like jaws.
Ren heard the ping of the points again: +5, bringing the points to cover what was needed for the revival potion and +3 extra. However, this sound also sounded alarms because it meant he was about to have bad luck.
Right—Ren finally figured out something about the points. While killing zombies got him points, the points gained randomly meant something like "misfortune strikes again." Suddenly, there was silence, as if there was supposed to be silence so the poodle could get attracted to the sound of Ren's footsteps.
The poodle had a locket with the name "Petite" etched inside the heart, which was now bloody due to the saliva mixed with blood dripping down from Petite's mouth. It turned its head and made a deep, guttural bark.
The sound was like a pistol shot, beginning a race between the canine and the human. The human ran, but it looked like he was taking the canine on a walk—and the canine just wanted to run him over.
Ren cursed his luck for the umpteenth time and selected the spin again.
Congratulations! You have won—