Doomsday: I Obtained A Fallen Angel Pet At The Start Of The Game Chapter 5
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It was early morning.
After last night's zombie riot, the zombies this morning had obviously calmed down a lot.
Perhaps these zombies had finished eating all the humans they could see and were gradually moving away.
In any case, there were fewer zombies on the streets.
Because of this, many people who had been hiding in their homes yesterday and survived began to leave their homes very carefully.
They started to search for convenience stores to see if there were any supplies of food and water.
Although the zombies that had mutated during the apocalypse were powerful, they had already lost their basic intelligence.
When searching for prey, they were able to lock onto their location by listening to the sound.
The people obviously knew this as well. They walked on the streets quietly, not daring to make a sound.
Sometimes, three or five zombies would pass by right in front of them.
In Stark's neighborhood, a team of four was moving cautiously on the street.
Among the four people, there was a man, a woman, and two children.
It was not difficult to see that these people were a family.
They had stayed at home for the whole day yesterday. Today, they were so hungry that they were forced to come out to look for food.
They were also afraid that when the adults went out, the children would be attacked by zombies at home.
Therefore, they all went out together.
Judging from the nervous look on the family members' faces and the sweat on their clothes that had soaked through their backs, they had been out on the hunt for a long time.
There was a convenience store not far away from Stark's house.
As long as they could reach the convenience store, they would be able to obtain a large amount of food and water.
At this moment, beside the convenience store, although there were not more zombies than yesterday, a dozen or so were still wandering around, looking for prey.
This family was prudent as they approached the convenience store step by step.
20 meters...
10 meters...
5 meters!
Hope was right in front of them!
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The entire family revealed an excited expression.
They felt that they would be able to reach the convenience store soon and obtain a large number of supplies!
However, it was also at this critical moment when a kacha was heard.
The little boy among the four had accidentally stepped on an empty bottle.
The little kacha was extremely clear on this quiet street. In an instant, the kid's breathing seemed to have stopped!
The zombies on the entire street turned their stiff necks at the same time and looked at the family of four.
"Run!"
The father shouted in panic. He picked up the little girl with one hand and the little boy with the other and ran forward crazily.
On the other side, the mother was one step slower. She was immediately pounced on by a group of ferocious zombies.
The zombies crazily bit her neck and shoulder.
Crack!
Blood spurted out, and her neck was broken.
The mother died on the spot before she could even let out a scream. Her limbs were torn apart by the zombies, and her internal organs flowed out.
"Ah!"
The father held his two children and turned to look at his wife. Even though he was mentally prepared, he was still so scared that he let out a scream.
The sound attracted a large group of crazy zombies.
In an instant, more than ten zombies rushed toward the father and the other two.
They didn't last long.
The little boy was accidentally let go by his father and fell to the ground. He was killed by the zombies.
At the same time, the father was already exhausted. He couldn't hold on any longer and accidentally dropped the little girl to the ground.
Along with a scream, the little girl was also killed by the zombies.
At that moment, the father was in despair.
In his panic, he didn't even look at the road. He just ran to the door of a house and was surprised to find a young man sitting inside the broken wooden door.
He immediately knocked on the door and shouted.
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"Hello, brother, brother! Please, I beg you!
"Save me, please! Please save me!
"I'm willing to pay any price!"
As Stark listened to the man in front of the door asking for help, his gaze paused for a moment.
Then, a look of disgust appeared in his eyes.
Now, in the apocalyptic era, the original law and order were no longer effective.
If he saved him today, who knew if the guy would kill him tomorrow to fight over the food in his house?
So, in the apocalypse, no fool would sympathize enough to casually save a person he didn't know before.
Moreover, Stark had no intention of meddling.
He just wanted to use the food in his house to check-in safely for a few days.
But now, this man was crazily knocking on the door and shouting for help.
Wouldn't that attract all the surrounding zombies to him?
What a disgusting guy.
"I think you should die now."
Through the crack of the broken door, Stark glanced at the man with disgust.
Although he was heartless and loathed this man who had affected him, he wasn't cold-blooded enough to kill a human easily.
Therefore, he would let this man be dismembered by zombies.
After hearing Stark's gloomy answer...
The man's eyes froze, and he was socked.
He was rejected.
Then, only death was left for him.
Therefore, the man started to move his eyes around, crazily begging if there was anyone else in the room who could help him. He begged the young man in the room to let him in.
Finally, he saw a beautiful woman in purple standing beside the young man.
He had found someone; there was still hope!
If it was a woman, she would be more or less soft-hearted and beg for mercy on his behalf.
"This beautiful lady, I beg you; I'm willing to do anything for you. I really don't want to die in the hands of zombies.
"Please open the door and let me in to take refuge!
"Please!"
The man's eyes were full of desire and loyalty. He even kneeled on the ground while pleading.
He hoped that this beautiful lady would be a little softer and beg the man in the room.
However, when he looked at the purple-clad woman's face with hope...
He only saw the corner of her lips curl up as she gently put a finger on her lips. She was incredibly charming and had a gloomy smile on her face.
"I only listen to Master's orders.
"If he wants you to die, you will die, so...
"Get lost."
She said blandly.
The man's hopeful expression instantly froze.
Bang! A wave of purple-black mist shot out, and the force immediately sent the man flying more than ten meters away.
The man landed on the ground and was surrounded by a group of zombies.
"Help! Help!"
Amidst the desperate cries, his body was torn apart by the greedy zombies.
Only when the man died did the group of zombies gradually disperse.
Of course, a few zombies had heard Stark's voice. They went to his door and did the same, banging the door.
With regards to these, Stark only gave an order.
Luciana quickly cleaned up these zombies that were courting death.
[Ding! Your pet Fallen Angel Luciana has killed a low-level zombie. Obtained 100 experience points!]
[Ding! Your pet Fallen Angel Luciana has killed a low-level zombie. Obtained 100 experience points!]
[Ding! Your pet Fallen Angel Luciana has killed a low-level zombie. Obtained 100 experience points!]
..
A series of system notifications sounded in Stark's mind.
Although the feeling of gaining experience was very good, Stark knew better in his heart.
Right now, it was not the time for him to kill a large number of zombies.
The zombies on the street were weak and scattered. If he wanted to kill them one by one and increase his level, it would be too slow and troublesome.
Therefore, he needed to make some preparations.
When he was strong enough, he would be fully prepared.
At that time, it would be time for him to massacre the zombies and level up Luciana.
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