《Infected [killugon/killuaxgon]》Training- part 2.

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The moment I awoke, I realized I needed to do something about my trailer. In my opinion, it's the worst place to be at a time like this.

The best course of action would be to cover every entry and only leave if necessary. Except for the monsters and intense quarantine, it's not that much different from what I normally do.

In terms of food, I'll live off of what I have for as long as I need to. If I need to go out for more, later on, I'll always have my backpack and... weapon?

~four weeks later~

Damn it.

I'll admit, this was much more difficult than I expected it to be.

The walls have no soundproofing. The walls are as thin as a sheet of paper, and worst of all, if the frickin' world ends, then who will make anime? I will live a hopeless life.

I luckily have multiple unwatched anime's on my 'watch later' list. Besides that, I have been following the news to see what's going on, but so far, nothing has happened. Oh, it's about news time right now.

I saw the news among the many programs, and I quickly tapped on it while listening to the live broadcast.

"Hello to whoever is still out there, I'm the only one left over here at the station." the man said. 'There must not be very many people left, huh...' I thought.

"I just wanted to say, give up. There is no hope out there. It's either your a living god and end up surviving this shit storm, or you will get eaten alive, like the rest of us.

Honestly, these things can be somewhat smart, despite their corrupted brains and stuff. They can smell blood from a distance...' The man sighed dramatically.

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'i don't know why I'm doing this... I'm just talking to myself. I have gone insane. No nick, There could be people out there!.. But I'm alone.." the guy kept talking to himself while I sat on the end of my bed waiting for the information.

"Despite being alone, some people might be out there... though they have no chance, it's what the old you would have done... The monsters can survive up to getting their entire bottom half's cut off, which is why you need to aim for their weak spots, most of them being the same as a human.

The ones that crawl, have no bottom half, I call them crawlers. As for the regular beasts, I call them walkers. simple huh? Yeah. Fast beasts are called Sprinters, and I like to call the quiet beasts Ninjas. I'm sure there are more, I'm too lazy to figure them out these days.

But the-" he was cut off by a banging sound, as well as loud groaning, sounding like it's getting closer. Suddenly, the man's eyes became wide, and he slowly pulled out something that looked like a handgun from his lab coat pocket. Upon pointing the gun at his head, he slowly gazed at the camera for a few seconds.

"Well, then... Welcome, to the apocalypse, ladies and gentlemen." Then he pulls the trigger with a vigorous shake of his hand.

"Ah... Wasn't that pretty?" I muttered as I turned off the television and sat still, cringing at the sight that now etched itself into my mind. "Well, it wouldn't make sense to let these skills go to waste." I grinned. I took the board off of the front entrance. 'Time to train, I guess.'

After stepping outside for the first time in weeks, it surprised me to find a smoky atmosphere besides a few walkers still unaware of my presence, and the smell of literal death.

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Due to my skill level in hand-to-hand combat, and the fact that I am a little rusty, I decided to focus on that. When I shut the door behind me and started down the stairs, I had gained a walker's attention.

Despite being shaken, I twisted my hand into a claw and decapitated the beast who had just barely missed my arm. I noticed the park was completely deserted, everyone was either eaten or turned.

It wasn't that big of a park, so nothing will be too difficult to kill. I preferred to practice using the crowbar instead as I found that muscle memory had taken over my hand-to-hand combat, so I didn't need to practice all that much to remember it.

My last swing at a walker had resulted in its head popping off with a satisfying crunch, but the head had stuck itself to the end of the crowbar. I had attempted to shake it off, but that just resulted in me aggressively banging it off of the ground. The crowbar slipped out of the head as I sank my foot into it, sighing.

Back at the trailer entrance, I retreated In defeat. I stepped inside, blocked the door, changed, and scrubbed myself clean using the sink. "Hopefully I cleared enough to sleep peacefully," I muttered to myself, Getting into bed face first and falling asleep.

And that was my new schedule for the next month.

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