I didn't have any notion of being a superhero, nor did I want to save these people, but there was something about this woman with a pair of tonfa. Not only that but her movements and confidence showed a capacity far beyond a normal person.
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The moment my feet hit the ground, the messages that echoed in my mind reinforced the sudden changes I could feel in my body.
I felt faster, and my mind was clear.
Before the zombies could react, I gripped my blade tight and lunged forward, stabbing the zombie with an upward thrust, piercing the one about to bite her neck and penetrating its pale throat.
Blood poured from the wound, a sharp and visceral cut severing its existence.
I didn't receive any experience as per the system's rules, but thankfully, killing myself would grant me the Zombie Killing Points, which helped me survive.
The sensation of cutting through a human's flesh felt strange. I could feel the soft and springy sensation of flesh through the knife's vibrations.
'Damn, I feel weird...'
A fierce blow of her tonfa smashed another zombie's cheek—shattering its jaw as the female officer thanked me.
Although I could see her eyes watching me with curiosity and doubt, neither of us could afford to stop fighting as several zombies were chasing the screaming blonde.
We fought together desperately.
Her harsh breathing became worse with each kill.
The female officer panted as she leaned against my shoulder while trying to recover, the blood and stench of death mixed with her lightly sour sweat.
"It'll be fine, I'll make sure you survive."
My words automatically came out as I plunged my knife into another zombie's face, slicing its nose made my stomach churn for a moment. Then, a strange feeling washed over me, a little distorting, but it washed away my disgust and dulled my fear.
"Y-You... Haa.... Who are you?"
"Call me John, John Wang."
I turned back with a smile and noticed a zombie crawling on the floor behind her.
Without thinking, my arm extended and yanked her towards me, almost trapping her with the force as she fell into my chest.
I stomped down on the crawling female zombie, crushing her cranium, causing her body to convulse and flounder like a beached fish as I destroyed the zombie's brain.
'Wow! She's packing a heavenly rack.'
However, they looked like shit, their clothes dirty and full of blood and messy flesh, while I held the hips of the female cop, enjoying her bountiful curves.
"T-Thank you... I can't believe we managed to survive."
She suddenly crouched down beside me, placing her hand on the floor while taking deep breaths.
I observed the situation and found the fat male's corpse torn apart a few yards from us.
Meanwhile, the blonde woman survived using our efforts and slowly crept back after we dealt with the zombies in the area.
The other males struggled to survive but slowly escaped the swarming undead.
They seemed apprehensive of me and stood a distance away before one of them called out to me in a strange tone.
"Who are you, and what are you doing with Jiang Ruolan?"
'Who is this little moron?'
I couldn't stand the short kid in a stupid animated t-shirt with a cheetah speaking to me in a strange, possessive tone as she looked at Jiang Roulan, who still leaned against my shoulder while recovering her breath.
"Haven't you heard of manners, tell me your name first."
'I don't need to take his shit, come and move me if you're a jealous bitch.'
Because of the years I spent working at my previous job, I developed a sixth sense for men who disliked me.
After being hurt several times in the past, backstabbing, insults, and the like stopped having the same effect on me. Maybe that's why my spirit was so high at first. Yet, he looks at me with a shocked expression, as if I've done something wrong.
'He's around 5ft 5" (1.65 metres) tall, his curly black hair looks disgusting, and he's wearing jogging pants outside, how tragic.'
"Ah... that's, I am Wang Jun as another Wang... can't we get along?"
I hated how these cowardly fools hide behind a pretentious idea of kinship. Yet, the moment it becomes inconvenient for them, they turn their backs. What WANG clan, you're nothing to do with me or my mother.
'Where was this kinship when my mother suffered from depression after losing everything?'
My anger almost exploded, but thanks to the moment of silence, I noticed that the female officer had finally recovered.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive this boy. He's a little immature. I am Jiang Roulan... from the capital. It's a pleasure to meet you..."
"John Wang, like I said before. However, you can call me John, since I don't want to be confused with Wang Chump over there."
"Haha... Oh my." The blonde woman laughed at my words, which improved my opinion of her. I knew my humour was offensive or a little dry, but that's who I was, and nothing could change that.
'I've got so many ZKP points... Qinglan must be working hard.'
"Who are you calling a c-chump?!"
The young male stepped forward, but because I stood properly and revealed my height, the little bastard recoiled instantly.
'Thanks for the amazing gene's dad.'
The only positive thing he ever gave me, mind you.
"Boys... boys... we should find somewhere better to hide, no? Nice to meet you John, I am Fang Lei, feel free to call me Old Lei."
The older male with short black hair and average looks stood between me and the crying baby, who seemed jealous of my looks, or maybe it's because he's fat and a coward who avoided the zombies while this older male dealt with the majority.
"No problem, Old Lei."
There wasn't any reason to antagonise the old man.
His tanned skin and hands with rough skin covered with scars and cuts, likely a hardworking man who rose from a shitty job to become a businessman.
'I respect this kind of man.'
"But Old Lei... he's being rude, and could have helped us sooner! He just watched as Qin Jie died! Don't you agree, Yifei?" The young man called out to the blonde female, who joined their circle a few metres from my apartment.
"Is Qin Jie the fat guy?"
"Yes, he was too gentle for this kind of thing." Jiang Ruolan seemed to be a little sentimental about the dead male, and so I didn't push it further.
I glanced at the blonde, though she wasn't helpful.
Her pretty face and clothes, which suggested she might visit the club, made her type obvious, and I instantly removed her from potential subjects.
However, the next moment a familiar voice sounded from behind me followed by the low thud of something hitting the ground.