A God's Apocalyptic Entertainment 5 Look!

The staff almost slipped out of my hands as I grabbed it, the wood was slick with blood.

I stumbled up as I faced the new threat.

My head wasn't clear; I had to squint to see properly. Beads of sweat rolled down my head.

Why is it taking so long for him to reach me?

The infected looked like the other one, but slightly smaller. Black tar slowly dripped from its mouth as it continued to shuffle forwards.

It's so slow?

Right, I didn't use Analyse on the other one. I needed to use it now.

I walked back quickly, making sure not to trip as I used analyse.

Another blue box popped up in front of my eyes, blocking my vision again, Dammit.

Name: N/A

Race: Infected (Weak class strain)

Sex: Male

Age: 0

Level: 0

Attributes:

STR: 14

END: 15

INT: 2

AGI: 4

SPR: 0

Skills:

Infection (Innate) LV(Special Conditions) - User is infected with a virus that promotes growth and strength depending on the strain of the virus. Can infect others with virus strain. ??? . ??? . (Special effect in progress – In the process of turning into an infected.Expels body waste products and evolving body.)

I was right, his AGI is so low, and he is as dumb as a brick.

But the hell is 14 STR and 15 END, if he grabs me I'm screwed.

I had to calm down; if I just stay away from him I should be good.

I should be good.

I quickly got rid of the blue box and refocused on the infected, he was a lot closer to me, and there wasn't a lot of room in here. I dashed to the left and looked at him; he turned slowly in my direction.

I can use this.

I forcefully calmed myself as it slowly got closer. When it was about 2 meters away from me, I dashed to his right and circled around to his back. I raised my staff and slammed down at him. My eyes closed and when I felt the staff hit something, I opened them again.

Crap!

Because he had turned around I only slightly glanced off his arm.

As I stood there in a slight daze his other hand was reaching for me. I flinched and tumbled backwards, out of his reach. As I fell, I scrambled backwards.

Damn that was close.

Shit.

I have to keep my eyes open when I swing.

I jumped back up as fast as I could, he continued to get closer. When he was 2 meters away, I once again dash around him and raised my staff, chanting in my head.

Got to keep them open.

Got to keep them Open!

As I swung down, my eyes closed again.

Dammit!

I snapped them open as fast as I could after the swing, it was another bad hit. Because I was ready this time, I backed off quickly. I grit my teeth.

What's wrong with me?

I berated myself as I kept a safe distance from the infected.

OK. This time I have to look, I have to.

I stopped backing off and let him get within 3 meters again.

I dashed to his left this time, and instead of going right to his back, I kept circling and stopped a bit more to his back right, it should give me more time. I raised the staff once again and focused.

I had to look.

I Had To Look.

As I swung down my eyes, started to close.

Dammit, I have to look!

I screamed in my head as my eyes were about to close.

Look

Look!

LOOK!

I snapped my eyes open and realized I had totally messed up this time. Instead of turning to the left as I dashed around him, he turned to the right. If I screw this up, I won't get a second chance. The only good part was my staff was hovering right above his head.

I couldn't mess up.

I kept my eyes open as I smashed down with all my strength. A huge reverberation went through the staff and I heard a faint *creek* in the wood, it doesn't seem to have many uses left. If I don't finish him in the next 2 blows this could end badly.

He staggered from the hit and bent over. I pulled back and used all the knowledge I had learned, from the one time I tried out for baseball.

I leaned forwards and twisted my body, swinging right at his bent over head. I must have put in a good amount of power, as the force turned his body 90 degrees and crumpled him on the floor.

I had my eyes open the whole time for that hit. I couldn't close them when fighting that would kill me one day.

The infected still wasn't dead though as it twitched on the ground. Blood was all over the staff and it made a moaning sound, as if it were in pain, as I made my way around to its head.

I couldn't stop, I needed to kill it or I would die.

Even though I had that thought, I still hesitated as I raised my staff. He wasn't the first infected I killed, but this time I would be looking at him when I did the deed.

I had to do this to get stronger.

I grit my teeth. As HIS head slowly twitched, it turned towards me.

I have to do this to get Revenge.

I raised the staff high.

I have to do this for my mother!

I looked IT straight in the eye, and…

I have to do this for my sister!

I smashed down with all my strength and its head caved in from the pressure.

I felt sick inside, but I forced myself to swallow anything that might come up. I had to steel myself.

I had to get strong enough, so that I could pay back, what that God had done.

I had to.

Chapter end

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