Rachel started stripping her upper half.
Ren thought with a blank expression, What's she doing?
She was wearing a pink bra, her cleavage was sawing.
She said in fear, yet with a smile, "You can't resist, right?"
She tugged down her bra slightly and grabbed one of Ren's hands, pressing it against her pair of average size , not to well boobs.
Squeeze.
Ren thought, It's kinda… lame. Seriously.
She moaned softly.
"Ahh…Ahh"
"I see, you can't resist my melons. You want them that badly, don't you?"
Ren thought, Is she insane? What melons? It's more like oranges… and not even good ones.
Then she started pressing her boobs together.
Rub.
Rub.
Lewd sounds escaped Rachel.
"Ugh"
"Ugh"
Ren thought, So that's about it…
He looked at her back with a faint grim.
Rachel moved behind Ren and pressed her average boobs against him.
Squeak.
She held him from behind and whispered in his ear, "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
A moment of silence.
Then—
A knife plunged forward.
"Just die, you son of a bitc—"
Clang!
Ren blocked it with his crowbar.
It was a knife attack.
Ren said, taunting her, "Oh really? But I'm not dead yet. What a miracle."
He threw a punch into her stomach.
"Agh—"
Rachel fell to her knees.
Ren thought, Really… I still have to deal with this mess.
An evil smile appeared on his face.
But it was fun enough taunting her and seeing her fail.
I'm really messed up in the head, aren't I? he thought with a sigh.
Ren said with a laughing smile, "Did you really think I didn't notice the knife you were hiding behind you the whole time?"
He made a small thinking gesture.
"But you should've used it earlier."
Ren said in a mocking way, briefly acting scared to show her.
"What filthy people. You really could've made my death a little better… but no, you preferred using brutal force."
Rachel looked up at him with an angry, irritated face.
"Why… you!"
Ren held his crowbar near her head.
"I really don't wanna do it, but—"
The rooftop door started bashing aggressively.
Ren said in a bit of tension, "Shit… don't tell me."
Boom!
The door burst open.
Ren clicked his tongue, irritation flashing across his face. Shit.
Hordes of zombies poured in through the broken entrance.
Ren ran forward with his bag—then suddenly—
Slide.
He changed direction and sprinted toward the water tank.
He grabbed the ladder and started climbing quickly.
"Hey, you bitch! Run, or you might die before I kill you!" he shouted.
Ren reached the top of the water tank and stood near the railing.
Rachel was trembling in fear, but somehow she forced herself to run.
She reached the ladder and started climbing—
But a zombie grabbed her leg.
"No, no, no! Help me!" she cried desperately.
Ren looked down at her with an expressionless face.
"Rule number five in this fucking world — only the strong survive. There's no place for weaklings who can't hold their own weight."
She lost her grip.
The zombies swarmed her.
Somehow she broke free and staggered toward the edge of the rooftop—
But her body was already changing.
"No… no! I don't want to die like this!" she screamed.
Rachel's body was covered in deep bite marks and long scratches, torn flesh visible across her arms,boobs , ass ,shoulders, and legs as blood slowly stained her toared clothes, her filty pussy with her decent was was showing.
Zombies surrounded her as they eager to fuck her.
She slipped.
Crash.
Ren let out a long sigh.
Then a smile of excitement appeared on his face.
"Time to kick some asses."
The zombies began climbing up. One almost reached him.
Ren smiled brightly. "Hello, how are you, sir? Want something to eat? Here."
Bang!
The crowbar smashed down. The body fell.
Another zombie appeared immediately.
Ren spoke in a commentary tone, "Last ball. Need a home run to win."
He swung hard.
Thud!
The zombie flew back.
"And that's a home run," Ren said with a bright smile.
More zombies kept arriving.
Ren narrowed his eyes. Jeez, there's no end to them.
An evil smile slowly spread across his face.
"Time for some snow."
Ren took out the fire extinguisher from the side.
He thought with a proud face, I am so smart.
With overconfidence filling him, he grinned.
It was the right choice to take it on the way to the rooftop and hide it here… in case something happens.
He lifted his chin slightly.
Rule number six.
Always be ready for what comes next.
He aimed the extinguisher at the zombies climbing up.
Click.
Clack.
Ren pulled the safety pin and pressed the handle.
Fssssshhhhhh!
A thick white spray blasted out toward the zombies.
"Here, take this," Ren said with a grin.
The zombies staggered blindly.
Grrrhh—!
One after another—
Thud. Thud. Thud.
They lost their grip and fell.
Within moments, every zombie that had almost reached him was lying motionless on the ground below.
Ren looked around.
"Looks like it's clear," he said.
Suddenly—
A zombie grabbed his leg.
Ren quickly tried to use the extinguisher again—
Nothing came out.
Ren blinked.
"Oh… it's finished."
He looked down at the zombie gripping him.
"Sorry. I don't have any more snow for you."
He raised the extinguisher and smashed it down hard.
Bang!
The zombie's head burst, and its body dropped.
Ren stepped forward and looked down at the ground below.
There were still more of them moving.
His eyes widened slightly.
"Looks like there are still many left…"
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Then it's…"
He adjusted his grip on his weapon.
"Time for a tsunami."
Ren started attacking the water tank with his crowbar, whistling casually with a relaxed face.
Bang.
Clang.
Crack.
A large crack spread across the metal surface.
With one final hit—
Boom.
A big hole opened.
Water burst out with high pressure.
Fwoooosh.
The rooftop was instantly flooded.
The zombies lost their footing.
Graaahhh—
One after another, they were swept away by the force.
Thud. Crash.
Their bodies were thrown off the rooftop and slammed onto the ground below.
Ren sat down, letting out a breath.
"Phew… that was exhausting," he said with a bright smile.
More bodies continued falling.
Thud. Thud.
Then—
Ding.
A blue translucent screen appeared before him.
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Congratulations!
You have earned the title:
Noob Zombie Killer
Reward: Special Skill
---
Ren frowned in confusion.
"What is this?"
He stared at the floating screen.
"Is this some kind of game status screen or something? Anyway…"
A gift box icon appeared.
He smiled slightly.
"A gift? Let's see."
He tapped it.
Click.
---
You have obtained the unique skill:
Holy Liquid
---
Ren blinked.
"What is this?" he muttered with a confused look.
"Oh… there's a description."
He straightened slightly, confidence returning.
I'm sure this must be some overpowered and awesome skill.
He tapped on the description.
A second later—
Ren shouted,
"What the fucking hell is this?!"