Apocalypse: Generic System by Macronomicon (shoe dog free ebook TXT) 📕

sour look every once in a while, but the black-haired man didn’t give him any further trouble.

After the meal was over, David pitched the idea of Jeb joining his group, and Jeb politely declined, leaving things on – hopefully – good terms with them before heading back to the outskirts of the camp, where his little firepit sat, empty and full of ash.

Jeb sat down and set his duffle bag next to him, body still warm from the meal and company.

Time to make those safety belts. He thought, mulling over his options. He wanted to make some kind of ejector seat for people he wanted to keep, but the logistics of that was mind-boggling. He considered trying to make a self-contained bauble with some kind of fluid and bobber inside so it could always tell which direction was up, but after it shot people into the sky, he couldn’t think of a way to get it to bring people back to the safe zone.

If the ejection seat primary has triggered and the myst packet is closer than any of the others to the safe zone, then it triggers, drawing them in that direction…

I Might be able to work with this, assuming it can tell the distance to the safe zone…or perhaps me? Yeah, this could work.

Jeb had zero experience with programming, but he imagined it might be a bit like this. At least for the simpler things.

He spent the rest of the night perfecting his ejector seats, only managing to make four before he had to lay down and sleep. Before bed he dropped his three new Stat points into Myst.

He barely felt the headache.

Jebediah Trapper

Mystic Trapsmith, Level 33

Body 16

Myst 61 +2

Nerve 21 +3

Abilities: Mystic Trigger

*** 14 hours remaining until Safe Zones expire ***

Jeb woke up refreshed, the smell of camp smoke bringing back boyhood memories.

I honestly thought someone was gonna try and kill me in my sleep.

Jeb grabbed his cane and pushed himself up, blinking the sand out of his eyes as he took in the bustle of activity. He hadn’t noticed last night, but those last three points that brought him up to sixty Myst had changed something. Everyone seemed to be radiating an…aura of some kind. It varied from person to person, but most of them looked nervous.

Men and women were strapping armor on, making sure their weapons were sharp, checking and re-checking their sheaths were fixed on straight.

It was the jitters before a battle.

Everyone’s getting ready for the big date. I just wanna survive it.

Jeb pulled out his list of ‘traps’, made sure they were all topped off, then went around affixing ‘ejector seats’ to his four MVPs.

Amanda, Brett, Ron, and Jessica.

Once that was done, it wasn’t long before they were underway, forming a loose line of people marching through the wilderness toward the meandering turtle. They were broken up into small knots of people, Freeman and his people at the front, followed by David and his people, with Eddie’s group trailing behind.

In the middle, ones and twos like Jeb and Jessica, Brett and Amanda, walked along by themselves. Flanking everyone on either side of the group were huge zombified beasts of every description, acting as a buffer. They would definitely help with finishing the plan safely.

The plan was this: Sneak onto the creature’s tail, the only thing that wasn’t stomping up and down like crazy, sneak into the shell, find the thing’s weak spot and murder it.

Simple, right?

Except, not at all, Jeb thought, squinting as he gazed up at the mountainous creature moving across the horizon. The forest on top of its shell showed no sign of the fire he’d inflicted on it the day before.

Jeb frowned, squinting as he scanned the very top center of the shell. There’s gotta be a little scorch mark at the middle where the lens fell, at least.

“Incomin!” Freeman shouted, and Jeb noticed the stream of monsters beginning to pour out of the shell.

They weren’t even close to the tortoise.

Damn, he thought, bringing up his blades up and sending them into the sky. All the zombies tightened up their lines to protect the humans as effectively as possible.

Then the fight was on.

The swarm of monsters crashed over the group like a storm, relentless and unceasing. They left a wake of bodies behind them as they pushed forward, fighting for every inch of ground.

It was a much different thing, fighting these creatures on a level playing field rather than shooting through the safe-zone’s walls. The zombies helped, sure, but it wasn’t nearly the same.

The biggest advantage that humans had was their power-to-size ratio. These monsters couldn’t quite jam themselves in close enough to truly swarm the defenders, instead attacking twelve or so at a time while the humans took turns fighting off the creatures.

Jeb, for his part, put his back to a lumbering zombie the size of an elephant, and whipped his knives through the air, picking off the monsters here and there that seemed to hold an advantage.

It was a chaotic mess, but everyone eventually fell into a rhythm, hacking away at baddies with mechanical efficiency. Even Amanda took out a few of the ones that got too close to her as she ran back and forth from the middle of the pack like a midfielder, reattaching freshly severed limbs and closing flesh ripped open by claws before sprinting back to the middle, as close as possible to the unknown Next Injury, and as far from danger as possible.

Jessica was…

The assassin was leaping from monster to monster in midair, using them as footing in between gouts of blood as she did some anime-level shit.

“Jeb!” Ron shouted over the roar of combat, dragging his attention away from Jessica’s aerial gymnastics.

“What!?”

“Something fucky’s going on!” Ron shouted.

“You’ll have