[center][h1][color=AFEEEE][b]Sora[/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/NadKhuX.png[/img]

《 Level 1 Tamer 》
[b]Location:[/b] Ruined Inn[/center][hr][hr]
Sora listened to Tiny’s lists of reasons why fire wasn’t a good idea. He nodded throughout, though a pout crept into his expression. [color=AFEEEE]“So, no Molotovs?”[/color] he summarized, obviously disappointed. [color=AFEEEE]“Awwww, maan,”[/color] he sighed. He guessed that idea would be shelved for later. [color=AFEEEE]“I guess you’re right we gotta see first what actually kills zombies…Is it destroying the brain?”[/color]

At this point, the dragon-man – Sora decided to call him Ryu – produced a flame. [color=AFEEEE]“Hoooly-”[/color] Sora gasped, and just stayed there, mouth agape, utterly stunned at the evidence of [i]magic[/i]. Still in a haze, he heard Tiny tell him about the ‘status’ thing. [color=AFEEEE]“Uh…Status?”[/color] he tried, and right there it was. Suddenly, out of nowhere, completely out of place – a holographic computer screen in front of his face. Listed were his name, age, race, level, stats, and a skill. [color=AFEEEE]“Taming…”[/color] That made sense. He didn’t know what to make of the idea that this world really worked based off of game logic. 

Like Tiny had pointed out though, it’d be a bad idea to make assumptions based on media they’d consumed. They actually had to try things out to see how they worked. [color=AFEEEE]“Oookay, so there’s a fucking status screen, god, does that make me feel crazy,”[/color] he muttered. With a thought, he closed the screen.

He walked back downstairs, eyeing the zombies outside. Seemed like his exclamation hadn’t agitated him. [color=AFEEEE]“Hey, what’cha doin’–”[/color] the question died on his lips as he saw what Blonde was up to. She opened up the cellar, and an undead stumbled out.

It was slow, ungainly, but a walking corpse to be sure. Sora exhaled harshly, cursing out the intruder zombie in his mind. As his heartbeat raced, Sora felt adrenaline surge through him like lightning. Slowly, but faster than the zombie, he walked up to it as quietly as he could. It couldn’t see him, but he still kept to its blindside, approaching it from the back. Mostly, he focused on moving as quietly as a mouse. Once close enough, he unsheathed his recently acquired dagger, and aimed a stab at the base of its skull. If he was right, the zombie wouldn’t know what hit it.

Just to be on the safe side, he was ready to dash away at a moment’s notice, though. 
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