Spatial Manipulation System

Chapter 4 -Stranded Students

They soon arrived at a gas station and Dave pulled up to a pump. But he didn't get out immediately. 

Earlier, he joined Greyson and his men in a fight against some zombies in the surrounding area of the clinic, and he got a few crystals; as a show of goodwill, Greyson even gifted him some more. 

[Discovered Rank 1 zombie crystals x6, Absorb?]

[Storage +3 cubic meters]

[SP +30]

There were only six crystals because not all zombies had crystals in them. But there was also one special crystal. Dave removed it from his pocket and observed it, it was a blue crystal with a tint of red swirling within it. 

[Discovered Rank 2 Zombie Crystal, Absorb?] 

“Yes”

[Storage +5 cubic meters]

[SP +5]

“Oh, rank two gives ten times the storage space but the same number of skill points?” Dave thought to himself. 

He opened up his status window to see the changes. 

[Name: David Sawyer]

[Species: Hybrid]

[Status: Awakened]

[Level: 2 (Exp: 80/200 ] 

[Rank: - ]

[Health: 100/100]

[Stamina: 78/100(evolving. . .)]

[Strength: 7 +5 ]

[Endurance: 9 +5 ]

[Dexterity: 4 +5 ]

[Speed: 6 +5 ]

[Available Stat Points: 60]

[Abilities: Spatial Manipulation]

[Skills: Spatial Blades :Lvl 0 (6/10 ), Storage space(13 cubic meters)]

For the first time, Dave paid attention to his evolving stamina but even after thinking for a while, he had no clue what it was about. 

Raising his sleeves, he observed it for a moment and noticed the wound was still the same, the infection was still there. Sighing, he glanced at Hei Yu through the rear mirror.

“Stay with the car, I'll go in to find some barrels to store gas in. You have the gun with you so you should be okay on your own, right?” he asked.

Hei Ying, too shy to mention how those thugs had snuck up on her, simply nodded. 

Dave opened the car door and grabbed the hose from the pump. As the tank filled up, he looked at his status again and squinted. 

He had never seen a Rank 2 Zombie, but knowing they existed made him nervous; what if there were higher levels?

[Dexterity 9 +10]

[Strength 12 +10]

Noticing the skills tab, he decided to try something.

[Spatial Blade Proficiency +4]

[Spatial Blade has leveled up; Current Level: 1]

He felt the changes slowly altering his body and willed a spatial blade to appear. He noticed the manifestation was now easier than before and he could control the blade in the air better now, even altering its form. 

Concentrating, he made the blade tangible and grabbed it from the air before placing it on his back. Utilizing his will, he let it rest there. For no other reason than to look cool. The collected Dave was, after all, a young adult in his early twenties. 

The tank was soon filled up and Dave removed the pump. Now if things went awry, they could just drive away. He turned around and headed for the convenience store to get some barrels. 

Inside the convenience store. A group of five teenagers watched as Dave slowly approached the entrance. 

“Where are they not attacking him?” One of the girls turned to the others and asked, her hair tied in a bun revealing her oval face and beautifully fair neck. 

“Didn't you see him make that sword out of nothing?” One of the boys retorted. 

“So what, zombies shouldn't feel fear or be capable of thought?” The girl replied. 

“Relax Heather. That's only low-rank zombies. If there is a high rank leading them, they won't attack blindly” the second girl replied. Wearing a curt suit which seemed to be a school uniform, she folded her arms and watched Dave get closer. 

“So there is a high-rank zombie somewhere close,” a tall, muscular boy wearing a sports jacket asked with his brows raised. 

“Seems like it, yeah,” the suited girl replied calmly. 

“Shouldn't be too high ranked, or it would have broken into the store already,” she added, glancing around at each of her friend's expressions. 

“How do you know all these things, Celine?” Heather asked, hugging her friend's arm.

“I already told you. The government already knew it was going to happen. They released the information to some people. I was delaying getting to my Dad; I didn't expect things to change so quickly,” Celine replied, but her eyes were still fixed on Dave approaching. She noticed some figures walking behind him and she hurriedly started pounding on the glass. 

Dave was walking ahead, observing the store cautiously, when he saw someone suddenly appear on the other side of the glass, pounding on it and shouting. He couldn't hear them but their mouth movement was evident. 

Ducking quickly, he turned around and drew his spatial blade from his back, swinging it forcefully. 

The blade cut right through a zombie behind him but it grabbed his leg as soon as it fell while another zombie rushed at him. 

Stabbing forward at the approaching zombie, he created another blade with his mind and stabbed down at the one grabbing his leg. 

The two blades pierced the heads of both zombies simultaneously, ending them for good.

Dave hurriedly checked both of them but there was no crystal in them. He ran forward and ran into the store as the door opened. 

Heather instantly pushed the door shut as soon as he was in, leaving her friends staring blankly at the new addition to their group. 

“How did you do that?” Another of the boys wearing a long gold chain asked, his mouth agape as he stared dumbly. 

“Awakened” Celine muttered in a low voice, her eyes fixed on Dave.

Dave observed the group warily, wearing his confusion on his face. 

“How are you all so far away from the city?” He asked curiously, completely baffled. 

Celine’s uniform revealed their high status. It was Stars High Uniform, a private school for the elite. 

Finding people of that status in the suburbs was questionable. 

“Hi, I'm Celine, this is my friend Heather, her boyfriend Jason, and two of our classmates, Hillary and Adam” 

The assortment of names made Dave smile as the teenagers waved one after another.

“We were on our way to a private airstrip when the zombies attacked. My chauffeur drove off when we entered the shop to get some things.” Celine continued. 

Dave felt a request coming up and a bad feeling grew within him.

“We saw you drive that truck, could we please join you to the airstrip? A jet will be there to take us away from here” Heather completed.