I make my decision. I will hunt now and scavenge later.
There's no point in wasting time sifting through broken furniture and torn clothes when my body is already screaming for sustenance. I need to act fast before I become the next shambling corpse on the menu.
I check the room once more for any signs of life. I find nothing. Just bloodstains, overturned furniture, and the lingering scent of decay.
The blood sense ability will come in handy during times like this when I need to hunt. I guess this is why I need to fulfill the tasks. The system knows just what I need.
I move quickly to the next floor. The door creaks as I push it open, and the stench of rot grows thicker.
Of course, there are zombies… More of them.
They stand motionless in the dark corners, some swaying slightly as if waiting for something to wake them. Their dull, lifeless eyes don't track me, but my skin crawls as I pass by. Their presence is a reminder of what I could become if I fail.
