Global Survival: Dominating the Apocalypse with my skill

Chapter 4: Zombie Apocalypse World

Scott opened his eyes, and bile immediately rose to his throat. This time, he couldn't hold it back and threw up. That teleportation experience had been terrible. It felt as though all his internal organs had been violently rearranged.

After finally feeling better, he had time to examine his surroundings. He had been transported into a public restroom stall. There was no sign of anyone else.

[DING!]

[Welcome to your first survival game.]

[Zombie Apocalypse World]

[A laboratory experiment went wrong and those infected began transforming into zombies.]

[Mission 1: Kill 1000 low level zombies]

[Mission 2: kill 20 high level zombies]

[Mission 3: Survive for 40 days]

[The outbreak will begin on the third day, so be prepared.]

[Congratulations on successfully entering the game.]

"Wait. That's all?"

Scott let out a frustrated sigh.

The System had simply dumped him in some random location without providing any further explanation. He couldn't exactly blame the damned thing, though. At least it had informed him when the apocalypse would begin. That meant he wouldn't be caught completely off guard.

His immediate priority was figuring out how to gather supplies, especially weapons and food, before the outbreak started.

He began by checking all the restroom stalls. His search yielded five rolls of toilet paper, although some were partially used.

This was a perfect opportunity to test his Copy skill. At least now, he could see how it worked in practice.

He stored four of the toilet paper rolls in his space, leaving one partially used roll outside. Then he activated his skill.

The next moment, the toilet paper was duplicated, and the copies were automatically transferred into his storage space.

How convenient!

He wouldn't have to worry about copied items scattering all over the floor or attracting unnecessary attention.

More importantly, what if he wanted to secretly copy someone else's belongings without the owner noticing? This feature would prevent his cover from being blown.

He examined the result. The partially used toilet paper had become five rolls in total. Four were still partially used, while one was brand-new.

A notification appeared before him.

COPY SKILL

Can replicate 5 copies of a single item per day.

Daily Limit: Can only be used 3 times per day.

Skill Cooldown: Every 8 hours.

Has a 10% probability of increasing the quality of a copied item.

Number of Uses Left: 2

Upgrade Requirements: 9 more copies.

Scott studied the information for a moment before closing the panel.

He then turned on the tap, dampened a small piece of toilet paper, and gently dabbed it against his lips to moisten them.

He didn't trust the water in this world enough to drink it directly. Who knew whether it was contaminated or could serve as a medium for the zombie infection? He couldn't afford to take any chances.

Only then did he notice that the clothes he was wearing had changed. They were different from what he had worn before being transported to the dormitory.

He reached into his pockets and found a wallet and a phone. Opening the wallet, he discovered an identity card. The name printed on it was Ethan Hayes. However, the photograph was unmistakably his own. There was also a bank card and $500 in cash.

The realisation that he had been given a legal identity in this world sent a chill down his spine. He should probably be grateful. At least this would make things easier for him. With a phone and bank card, he wouldn't have to worry about being completely stranded.

But why hadn't he received the original owner's memories?

He tried unlocking the phone with his fingerprint, and to his surprise, it worked. After checking the time, which read 12:00 p.m., he opened the banking application. His savings balance showed $500,000.

"Wow! This is great. This identity is heaven-sent!" Scott burst into laughter. He had just arrived in a completely unfamiliar world, yet he already had a legal identity, a working phone, and a substantial amount of money..

Leaving the restroom, he walked towards the nearby commercial street. The world looked almost identical to Earth. The buildings, roads, shops, and surrounding environment were so familiar that he couldn't help wondering whether this was some kind of parallel world.

Everything appeared peaceful and ordinary. It was difficult to believe that the same place would soon become a terrifying zombie apocalypse.

With money in hand, his first priority was to find something to eat. After that, he could locate a warehouse or convenience store and stock up on supplies. With his Universal Key and infinite storage space, gathering resources should be relatively easy.

He was still considering the most efficient way to go about it when a commotion caught his attention. There was a convenience store nearby, and its owner was angrily throwing a man out.

Scott had no intention of getting involved. He had plenty of things to do, and wasting time on someone else's trouble wasn't part of his plan.

However, something caught his eye. The man being thrown out was wearing a silver wristband.

A player!

The man was stuffing his mouth with food and drinks he had apparently taken from the convenience store without paying.

"Bastard! You haven't even paid for what you ate, and you're still trying to cause trouble? I've already called the police! They'll lock you up, and I'll make sure you're arrested for theft and destruction of property!" the store owner shouted furiously.

The moment Scott heard the word 'police', he stopped walking. He had completely forgotten that the legal system in this world was still functioning.

The apocalypse hadn't started yet, which meant the laws were still in effect. Any reckless behaviour could land him in jail—not like that could stop him but he preferred to avoid trouble .

The player who had been thrown out was still eating as though nothing had happened. He probably thought it was no big deal since the world was going to collapse anyway. Unfortunately, he was about to learn that things weren't that simple.

A police vehicle soon arrived, and the player was arrested. Scott watched from a distance before quietly walking away. What he didn't know was that this wasn't an isolated incident.

Countless players had already been arrested and taken to jail. Unlike Scott, they hadn't been cautious enough to consider the consequences of their actions.

After spending days starving on Earth, they had suddenly found themselves in a world filled with food and clean water. The temptation had been too much for many of them.

Some had stolen food from shops. Others had caused disturbances in restaurants or supermarkets. They had assumed that the coming apocalypse would make their actions meaningless but they had forgotten the apocalypse hadn't started yet.

By the time the fifth day arrived, many of those players were still behind bars. Unable to complete their missions, some eventually turned into zombies, while others were killed during the outbreak.

Unfortunately for them, the System wouldn't make any special arrangements just because they had been arrested.

And Scott? He knew nothing about the countless players who had already ruined their chances of survival.