He waited outside the door for a moment.
Seeing no more Walkers coming out and hearing no sounds from them, Shawn put away his stone hammer and walked in.
"Hoo—"
Shawn looked in surprise at the man's corpse lying on the bed.
He was shirtless, with only a skeleton remaining from his lower body.
There was a bullet hole in the man's temple, and his right hand was still clenched in a grip, as if holding a pistol.
Recalling the female Walker that had just rushed out the door, and then looking at the man's empty lower body, Shawn inexplicably shivered.
"What an unlucky guy," Shawn said with some sympathy.
But he still stepped forward and took the pistol from the man's tightly clenched finger bones.
He also found half a box of spilled pistol ammunition in the opened nightstand.
It seemed the man had hastily loaded his gun and committed suicide while being 'bitten'.
Shawn looked around the room.
A motel was just a temporary hotel; the entire room, including the bathroom and toilet, was actually less than 50 square meters.
Rotten, cheap instant food, an old dusty cable TV, and exposed periodicals scattered all over the floor…
Shawn's gaze finally fell on a pair of sturdy leather boots resting quietly in the corner by the bed.
Dark, solid, and of moderate thickness.
"Good taste, buddy, I'll gladly take these," Shawn said with a smile, picking them up.
This room wasn't opened for nothing after all.
After all, others were just opening rooms, but Shawn was 'opening' rooms, which was quite tiring.
Finally, after taking a tube of toothpaste and two bars of soap from the bathroom, Shawn, carrying his hammer, walked out of room 101.
"The rooms are much smaller than I imagined, so opening them one by one shouldn't be a problem."
"Daryl, you stay on the first floor, I'll go to the second floor."
"No matter how much you find, we'll meet in the yard in 20 minutes."
Shawn arrived at the door of 102, gave Daryl a warning, and then walked towards the second floor.
It took about two minutes to clear one room just now; if they sped up, Shawn and Daryl working simultaneously, searching more than half the rooms in 20 minutes wouldn't be an issue.
Reaching the staircase landing, Shawn stopped, a blue-skinned vending machine appearing before him.
He wiped the dust off the glass with his hand and leaned closer to look inside.
He didn't expect much, but when he saw it, Shawn chuckled.
"Oh, this motel owner is quite shrewd. Did he just stock the vending machine before the virus outbreak? He was waiting for me here."
Shawn reversed his grip on the great hammer, striking the vending machine glass with the hammer handle. With a 'crash', almost every fully stocked item from the dispenser appeared before Shawn's eyes.
After clearing away the broken glass, Shawn took out an energy bar, opened it, and bit into it, mumbling as he walked upstairs.
"I'll get more when I come back down."
But just as Shawn stepped onto the second floor of the motel, the moment his foot touched the second-floor ground!
A crisp sound instantly came from his ear, and Shawn's eyes widened slightly, stunned.
Because he was all too familiar with this sound, almost like a special effect, and as the sound rang out, a light screen appeared before Shawn's eyes.
[Apocalyptic Mission (Resource Search)]
[There is a treasure room in an unknown abandoned motel, containing newly reset resources from the system]
Shawn glanced at it and grinned.
"Isn't this just giving it to me?"
The "seven days to die system" prompt was concise, almost directly telling Shawn that this was a welfare mission.
And the words 'newly reset resources' meant that there might be some things inside that originally didn't exist in the motel.
Perhaps fresh vegetables and food, healthy medicines, even weapons and ammunition, common and uncommon daily necessities…
As the light screen gradually disappeared, a warm yellow exclamation mark prominently appeared before Shawn's eyes.
"Mission start," Shawn murmured to himself as he looked at the exclamation mark.
Whoosh—
Shawn looked at the semi-open corridor on the second floor again, and this time he could clearly sense that something was different.
Clenching his great hammer, he swallowed the last bit of the energy bar, and Shawn suddenly kicked open the door to room 201.
"I, go!"
Shawn swung his hammer at the old Walker man who hadn't reacted yet and was staring blankly at Shawn.
The Walker flew backward, and with a hoarse growl, another old woman Walker crawled up from behind the bed. She wrinkled her toothless mouth and wobbled towards Shawn.
"Looking at you like this, sigh—I don't even want to say anything."
Shawn merely held the end of his great hammer against her forehead, and she couldn't move an inch.
She opened her mouth, which was only soft flesh, and ferociously bared her gums at Shawn.
"Pfft—" Shawn couldn't help but laugh.
He truly understood what it meant: 'when there's no threat, even anger seems cute'.
"Alright, alright, old ladies should get more sun and rest. What's all the fuss about?"
Shawn used his great hammer to press against her forehead, turning her with the force so she was facing away from him.
He casually grabbed her by the back of her collar, like carrying a chick, and lifted her onto the bed, wrapped her in a blanket, and then tied her up with a TV cable.
The Walker was as docile as a caterpillar, twisting and turning in the blanket, but utterly unable to break free.
Looking at the old woman's bared gums, Shawn stroked his chin, still not quite satisfied.
He took a 'Christmas-themed' knitted long hat from the old-fashioned coat rack and put it on her head.
Stillness—
The old woman instantly seemed to be frozen, all her movements abruptly stopping.
She truly looked like a peaceful little old lady.
"Mm, good girl."
Clapping his hands, Shawn nodded with satisfaction, then re-shouldered his great hammer and was about to walk out.
But after a few steps, Shawn stopped again.
He frowned and put his ear to the adjacent wall; next door was room 202.
Roar, roar—
The sound was faint, but thanks to the thin walls and poor soundproofing of the motel, Shawn still heard it clearly.
After thinking for a moment, Shawn's lips curved into a smile, and he raised his great hammer high.
"Small hammer forty, big hammer eighty, I smash!"
Shawn brought his hammer down, and that section of the wall directly collapsed, crushing the Walker behind it.
Walking over, Shawn finished it off on the spot.
[Experience + 300]
He glanced around, only seeing a dusty television, and Shawn unhesitatingly walked towards the next wall.
"Since it's a completely new reset, this definitely isn't it."
Instead of wasting time collecting these old and dusty items, Shawn might as well focus on finding that 'treasure room' reset by the system.
Thud—
Daryl downstairs suddenly stopped, then after a long moment, looked up in surprise.
"What is Shawn doing?"
"Isn't he supposed to be searching for supplies? How did it turn into demolishing the building?"
But before Daryl could continue searching, there was another muffled thud from upstairs, as if a bulldozer was breaking through walls from the east side all the way to the west side.
And such actions seemed to be just the beginning.
Shawn consecutively broke into 13 rooms, nearly half of which had Walkers active, all of whom were dealt with by Shawn except for that old lady.
Looking at his panel again, Shawn's experience pool had now reached Lv13 (79%).
After dealing with the last Walker in front of him, Shawn caught his breath.
First, he waited for his stamina bar to recover more than halfway, and then he continued to smash the wall of the 14th room.