Day 7 of the Greatest Apocalypse.
'It's already been a week.'
Gerald let out a sigh as he lay on the floor, facing the ceiling. Sweat glistened off his naked upper body, giving away the fact that he had just finished an intense workout.
This was using his Ability to the fullest.
He had cleared the third floor, and was planning to clear the fourth and last floor wihin today and tomorrow.
Gerald turned to look at his food stock in the corner of the room, and mentally added it with the food in the fridge.
'Everything could probably last me seven to eight months.'
The light bulb went off.
'Let's just reduce that to five.' A bitter smile appeared on his face.
The power had finally gone out.
The day was going to come sooner or later, but he still felt a bit letdown when it did.
I wonder if the government has built any shelters.
Suddenly, amongst static, he heard a muffled voice from his radio.
Yes, he had a radio. All thanks to his now-deceased grandfather, who taught him how to use it properly. He had been switching channels for an hour or so each day, trying to find out something, anything, since the news channels were down, but he had found nothing...
Until today.
*Static*
*To the inhabitants of Illinois. This is Senator Chiron. For those nearby, at coordinates 41.2265° N, -88.6430° W, there is a government shelter. I repeat, coordinates 41.2265° N, -88.6430° W...*
*Static**Static*
*Please be advised, stay away from zombies and mutated animals! If you are not able to make it to the shelter, fortify your houses properly. There will be a military rescue soon. Be careful, and God bless America!*
Gerald quickly pulled out his notebook and scribbled the coordinates down, then checked for the exact location on a map he had lying around.
'Southwest of Chicago.'
Not too far, but not too close either. A car trip would have taken around three hours before the Apocalypse.
But then he looked at the food at the corner of the room.
'If I decide to leave, what happens to the food here?'
He pondered for a few seconds before shrugging it off.
'We'll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.'
For now, he had to clear his surroundings and gain enough power to be able to embark on the journey.
Cause trust me, it was going to be dangerous.
And so with this in mind, he got up after a short rest and went to take a shower(the water was still running), before dressing up and heading out to continue exploration.
...
*BAM*
Gerald smashed out the brains of the last zombie, catching his slightly bated breath.
He had been ambushed by three zombies in the second to the last room on the fourth floor, and would've been bitten if not for lightning-fast reflexes.
'I need to be more careful.'
He was getting a bit complacent. This was a rude wake-up call that anyone could be caught off guard. And the consequences could be fatal.
{Your Strength has increased slightly}
Even though he had just killed three zombies, his attribute enhancement was only once, and was a 'slight' one. Limitless Evolution wasn't doing much since there was not enough pressure.
This was a sign that more powerful enemies were needed to grow.
'I wonder who, or what, created this Apocalypse.'
And the fact that the terrifying zombies and mutants were only the first face of this so called 'Greatest Apocalypse' was mind-blowing, and honestly quite scary.
After ransacking the flat for any non-perishable food items, he left it and slapped a green sticky on its front door.
He got to the last room of the fourth floor and knocked on it as standard procedure, but something unexpected happened.
Instead of the usual roars or growls, or even silence, what he got in response was a whimper.
Pause.
"Is anyone there?" A slight sense of urgency appeared in his voice.
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A/N
It's your author here. Once again, I'm so sorry for the low update rate. I'll keep trying my best to carve out time for this.
Thanks!