The next day, Sam waited for the guy from the next house to start luring the zombies to his door at the entrance. Then he went out supposedly on his usual patrol. As expected, a neighbor noticed him and shouted:

- Sam!

Sam turned to him.

- Brother help me, there is almost no food, the neighbors' doors are closed, there is nothing to break open, maybe your sword will work out?

Sam pretended to consider and then said - Okay, no problem mate - and went to the entrance.

On the way, he once again recalled episodes from his life.

Father is a pedophile. mother with severe schizophrenia. Endless domestic violence at home.

Some idiot almost took his life and soon it turned out that there was no prosecutor ore detective on the trial or they just did not care. There was only a defense lawyer and a crowd of false witnesses on their part. Although Sam was a victim that trial made him feel like he is a criminal.

Uncle took Sam`s grandfather with him to a hunt, after which he returned with some incomprehensible illness and soon died. A couple of months later, the grandmother, who had previously been completely healthy, also died suddenly. As it turned out later, everything was for the sake of a miserable apartment.

This was just a short list of episodes from his youth. Sam always blamed everyone around him for everything, it was easier for him that way. Every time when it seemed to him that everything was not so bad, life dealt another blow and in the end he just gave up. It's not his fault, it's this world fault.

In the depths of his soul of course he knew that these were all pathetic excuses. He should have stopped blaming everyone around him and stopped feeling sorry for himself, but he couldn't stop... But now everything has changed. Now he could blame whoever he wanted.

The doorbell rang. The father returned. Little Sam was swallowed up by indescribable horror. A sharp pain in his chest made it impossible to breathe but he had to open the doors as quickly as possible otherwise it would be worse. Day after day...

Sam nearly stumbled, but held himself back. He tightened his grip on the sword and looked at Russel with an anger flashed in his eyes. But he quickly suppressed his anger caused by the flash of memories and continued to approach slowly.

To begin with, he removed the corpses from the door, while Russell opened the doors. Sam slowly approached and went inside carefully looking around and then closing the door behind him. Sam followed Russell who also turned and began to lead him forward, saying:

- Brother, you are really strong, what ur ...

Russell did not have time to finish, as soon as Russell turned away, Sam made a dash forward with all his might and in two steps reached Russell, having blown his head clean. The head flew off, blood gushed, and Russell's corpse fell onto the stairs.

Sam looked carefully around and up, but he didn't notice anyone else, he had no idea if Russell was really asking for help or was planning something, and honestly Sam didn't care, Russell was the perfect target and killed a lot of zombies over the last week.

As expected Sam, after the murder he received particles, and somewhere 230 soul particles. After estimating, he realized that it was most likely half of the soul particles earned by Russell and he was level 3.

Before the advent of the zombie, Sam was a law-abiding citizen, no matter how antisocial he was, he certainly behaved adequately. However, the only thing that always stopped him was fear and the law. Thanks to the fact that he became stronger, he managed to overcome fear. Well, now it doesn't smell like law. Sam's heartbeat quickened, he was excited, but that was all, he had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

Sam did not stay, dragging the corpse away so that he would not be conspicuous, he opened the entrance door and put a stone so that it remained open, at the same time making a good noise, lured the zombie and then ran away.

Sam hadn't really hoped for other people before, but after his check, he realized that a disaster was coming. The few people who can survive will sooner or later learn that it is much easier to kill other people for the sake of particles.

For example, you can get people to hunt and, when they pick up relatively many particles, kill them and rip the cream off. Perhaps there are other options, one thing is certain, even without this fact people would kill each other, but with this information real chaos will begin.

A particularly funny moment is that it doesn't make much sense for a high-level person to kill the weak, although it still depends on the number of these weaklings, it is much easier for him to kill zombies.

But the same cannot be said about the rest, any person who sees someone strong enough will feel temptation, especially since you can, for example, shoot him in the legs, then come up and finish off, and his high parameters will not help him.

In general, sooner or later, riots will begin on pirate ships, so being a "Boss" or "Hero" is more expensive for yourself.

Also, Sam should be wary of firearms, in this poor homeless city only a few will probably find weapons, and the city police station is quite far away. While there was the Internet, Sam did not forget to look at the map of the city and the surrounding area and mark the places of interest to him, all the same, before he was not interested in this city at all.

In general, in theory, Sam will not meet people with firearms, unless he is very unlucky, but it's worth preparing for this.

From now on, he decided to invest all the points of characteristics in agility, his skill can help him feel the fact that someone is aiming at him, but he still needs to react in time and leave the line of fire.

Sam noticed that some of the people he met became afraid to look him in the eye. Most likely they have nothing else to do, so they mostly look out the windows, and may have guessed about Russell's fate.

Sam continued to clean up the neighborhood, also checked absolutely all the apartments in his entrance and went to other zombies.

Once he saw a child who ran out of the entrance and screamed in search of his father. The remnants of the survivors from their windows watched the boy with horror and sympathy, but none of them rushed to his aid.

Sam chuckled. He was just as much of a coward as the rest of the watchers. Fear and the instinct of self-preservation during a real threat almost always won over any manifestations of humanism.

The boy attracted the zombies with his cries, and when he saw the zombies, he was frightened, stumbled and fell down in tears and horror. Soon the zombie got to the small one and began to devour him alive.

Perhaps Sam could help the boy if he hurried over to him almost immediately, but he wasn't about to engage in such nonsense. This isn't the first time he's seen something like this, and it won't be the last. If he helped everyone who needed it, he would have already gathered a small camp of debtors, but what's the point of them?

They can't be trusted, nobody can be trusted.