Three days pass, I follow a routine: get up, make a zombie, read for four hours, eat, make another zombie, read until night. Although I've messed up a bit, I have five zombies instead of eight. But I'm running out of food, so I need to go out and get some. This hospital should have had more food, but like everything else, it's lacking. Even if the world didn't end, I'm sure it would have been shut down. I checked every inch of this place and couldn't find any food. Any hospitals in the capital probably wouldn't be like this. After all, they needed to baby the royalty and nobility. Well, they are all dead now, so it doesn't matter.
I dress the zombies in clothes that hide their chests and have them wear masks to cover the stitches. If anyone saw me and the zombies without them covered, they would immediately deem me an enemy. It's better to get to a nearby store, get food and water, and come back before anything happens. Especially since people could loot the hospital when I'm not here. It's better to be quick.
When I step outside, it feels blinding. It's the first time I've been out for several days. I have the zombies around me as we go to a nearby store, although no idea how much food will be there. Although I do come across red wolves every so often, they seem not to want to fight with the numbers I have. And when we reach the store, all the glass is shattered, but there is still some food, even if some of it has been looted. I grab some food and drinks and put them into the bag as many as I can, and only the ones with a long shelf life and ones that are calorie-dense.
I leave with the zombies and start making my way back. On the road, I see three dead red wolves. Who the hell could have killed them? some of their fur is burnt and-
I feel my connection with a zombie snap. The one behind me, I turn to see its head is burning. I hear laughing and see four men, one with almost amber hair, shorter than the rest, at around five eight. Two of them look unremarkable, but then the fourth is six foot six, wielding a Machete. I order my zombies to attack. The man with the amber hair pulls out a piece of paper, and fire spawns from it and launches at the zombies, hitting the chest of one. But it still changes only to be cleaved almost in half by the towering man. The other two fed them off with bats and keep them away from the amber-haired man.. As I watch, the amber man glances at me and pulls out a piece of paper before shooting it at me. I bearly manage to block it from hitting my head with my right arm. I feel it sear into my arm as my flesh melts. I can't beat them, not yet, not here. I take off running. And I can hear them laughing as they cut them apart, but then I feel something hit my duffel bag, and I see it burning. I have to drop it can keep running so they don't catch me.
I finally make it back, my arm is burnt and bleeding. I pull myself into the morgue and find the medical supplies I brought down. I remove some of the dead skin, use disinfectant, and cover it with bandages.
I have no food. What the hell am I supposed to eat? If I go out, I might encounter them again, and without zombies to aid in my escape, I'll die. And then I realize there is one food source I have. I look at the pile of bodies in the mortuary.
[You have gained the skill cannibalism.]