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  He slashed at me once again. I let an attack on my chest through, swayed and swatted at him with my right hand, but I was unable to get even close to the agile rogue. In an instant, the blade flashed down and cut through my skull. The shadows of the dungeon merged into an impenetrable darkness.

  You have been killed!

  DARKNESS. WEIGHT. The whisper of falling soil.

  I got out of the grave and threw the skull that appeared in my hand away again in disgust, shouting, “You scum!”

  All that came out of my mouth was a throaty growl, so I angrily punched the wall so hard with my swollen fist that the pus burst out of my boils.

  What the hell? How could I have forgotten how to speak?

  A horrifying realization flashed through my mind. I opened up the menu, selected the Character Attributes and went stone dead with terror as I suddenly realized that everything that happened to me was not a random error but the work of a hacker!

  Walking Corpse, Undead. Level 1.

  Strength: 18

  Agility: 3

  Constitution: 23

  Intelligence: 1

  Perception: 5

  Health: 23

  Stamina: 20

  Energy: 3

  Damage: 1-4

  Damn it! The hacker that sent Kogan’s greetings had thrown me into the body of one of the walking dead who had an Intelligence of only one! This zombie isn’t just on the dim side, he’s just an animal! The developers strongly recommended never making your Intelligence lower than five, because the character won’t even be capable of understandable speech, so I wouldn’t understand whoever I’m speaking to if I had one point!

  Bloody hell. It wasn’t enough for the hacker to just trap me inside the game, but he also made any interaction with other players impossible! How long can a body lie in a virtual reality capsule without food and water before it dies of hunger?

  Two days? Three days?

  A timer would have switched it off in a normal situation, but I was sure that my attacker took care of this as well.

  The malfunction in the data center was no accident, was it?

  Everything had been thought through in advance! They destroyed the evidence and got rid of the key witness...

  I growled and shambled off towards the exit from the dungeon, stumbling and shaking. The low Agility was making itself known, while the rather good Strength and Constitution stats could not compensate for the terrible clumsiness of the undead.

  I gathered my determination and stepped from the cave into the clearing, and the light only cut into my eyes but didn’t burn my blistered skin.

  Dim sunlight! Perception penalty: 50%

  Stamina: -2 [18/20]

  The world was becoming blurry and getting lost in the whitish haze, but I stubbornly shambled on through the clearing towards the trees. One step and then another, as the Stamina bar inexorably crept down to the left. One step, one more and yet another one... I finally found shelter in the shadow of the trees, but a new surprise awaited there. It was an unpleasant one as always.

  Diffused sunlight! Perception penalty: 25%

  Stamina: -1 [3/20]

  My attempt to move under the broad canopy of an oak was not a success. The sun had already burned away the last of my Stamina when I’d only gotten halfway there so I froze in the middle of the cluster of trees like a clockwork toy that had come unwound. My Stamina restored itself with time, but the rays of the sun brought it back down to zero before I’d even had the chance to take a step. Would I really have to wait for darkness to fall?

  Time was passing! How long had my body already been in the capsule?

  I suddenly heard a rustle — I lowered my eyes and saw a rabbit which had fearlessly come near to the immobilized undead. As soon as I got a single unit of Stamina I immediately grabbed the creature, squeezed it to my chest and twisted its neck with my clumsy but powerful fingers. The rabbit started to shake and shrink before I heard the crack of bone. All that was left in my hands was a skin full of bones.

  Deathgrip!

  Energy: -3 [0/3]

  Stamina: +3 [3/20]

  The Rabbit has been killed!

  Experience: +5 [5/100]

  Without wasting any more time, I shambled towards the oak, tripped on a root fell down and continued at a crawl, without even trying to rise to my feet. Stamina no longer burned away in the thick shadows, so I crouched under the tree, trying to make sense of what had happened.

  Had I earned some experience? Was that even possible for NPCs?

  The stats tab confirmed that this was possible. I just needed to earn another ninety five points of XP to reach the next level. This would be an additional point that I could add to Intelligence!

  So, another nineteen rabbits? Well, at least I could do that. I had no choice anyway.

  I started to rise off the ground and nearly fell back down when an arrow hammered into my shoulder.

  Damage taken: 6 [17/23]

  I turned to face a level 5 Ranger in a green jacket, tight leggings and a tall pair of boots, got another arrow in my chest and tried to protect myself with my arms.

  “Don’t shoot!”

  My incomprehensible wail had no effect on the player as he drew his bow again. It was impossible to run away so I bent down low and ambled towards the shooter. I reached him, swung and tried to hit him with my empty hand, missed and raised my arm again. Another miss. The ranger put away his bow and drew his dagger, took a punch in the face and didn’t even notice the pathetic single point of damage I caused as he confidently drove his blade into my pus-ridden eye.

  Critical hit!

  You have been killed!

  Darkness, the weight of loose earth and the stench of the dungeon. The skull that I was already sick of in my hand. I hurled it at the wall with all my strength and growled in disappointment and shame.

  My wounded eye was still pulsating and reminding me of my recent demise, while my whole body ached as if it had been broken into pieces and clumsily reassembled.

  It was very unpleasant to be dead. Even though the blades that pierced my body caused no pain, each death took away valuable time, so I had no intention of dying again. Nobody would pepper me with arrows, chop me into pieces or crush my skull with a hammer anymore.

  I would hunt the players now!

  I opened up the description of my undead character, but I found only one positive feature which was neutral relations with other undead and immunity to death magic, poisons, curses, bleeding and for some odd reason, spells of banishment. However, this was more than compensated by being unaffected by blessings and healing. My Deathgrip would be of no help in fighting players either as it didn’t cause physical damage and only drained the target of Stamina.

  Weapons! I needed weapons more than life itself! Only rabbits could be fought bare handed.

  With hope, I opened the lid of the chest, but all I could find inside was a handful of coppers. I searched around the cave, but there was no result again. But then, some bones crunched beneath my feet, so I picked up one of the pieces and couldn’t believe my eyes.

  Sharpened bone

  Damage: 1-2

  Additional corpse poison damage: 1 per second for 3 seconds

  Durability: 2

  Now this was already something. While my swollen fingers refused to hold the piece of bone tight, I still managed to arm myself in the end and I moved towards the exit, where the players would spend a while getting used to the meager light in the dungeon. I squeezed myself into a small niche and stood still, awaiting my first victim. It was unexpectedly easy to stand there unmoving, even though my emotions welled up inside me.

  What was happening to my real body? How much time did I have left? Would I manage to get out of this accursed game or had the hacker completely cut off this option? And where were the other players, damn them all!

  A shadow quickly appeared as if in answer to my silent curse as an incredibly tall Priest in a long sleeveless chainmail hauberk appeared, with a mace
upon his belt.

  Level 6! Damn it!

  However, I didn’t retreat but stumbled out of my niche and hit him in his scrawny neck as hard as I could with my bone. It was a great hit, so good that a powerful stream of blood gushed out of the wound.

  Critical hit! Damage: 32

  The priest swayed, turned around and let through another attack — the bone cut into his temple, taking away another eight points of Health. It’s a shame I didn’t poke out his eye!

  The player’s figure started to be surrounded by a blinding light, but the corpse poison made itself known before the priest could cast his spell. The healing magic dissipated without trace!

  I stabbed at the eye of my opponent with the bone but missed, while the astounded player tried to use priestly magic again to be met with failure for the second time. The poison interfered with concentration as well as causing damage.

  The priest back-pedaled so I grabbed him with my free hand and actually hammered the bone into him, aiming just above the edge of the chainmail. I surprised myself by hitting yet again — my opponent didn’t have a particularly high Dodge skill. He’d obviously never bothered to raise his Agility either...

  The next stab was met by the iron chainmail rings and the bone shattered, while the priest finally snapped out of his daze and swung his mace. He took away a quarter of my life with his first hit and then we traded strikes, but fists are not the best choice against a mace. My Health instantly went into the red.

  Thankfully, the corpse poison continued to damage my opponent so he panicked. The priest stopped swinging at me and grabbed a flask with the elixir of life out of his bag. I caught his hand, trying to stop him from restoring his Health. After a short struggle, I managed to bite into his wrist but his leather sleeve proved too tough as my fangs simply fell out of my rotten gums.

  That didn’t matter. The priest was shaken by a short seizure and he fell to the ground, dead from the poison.

  Player Faroukh the Bright has been killed!

  Experience: +120 [125/200]

  You have gained a level!

  I was overcome with the sense of euphoria that I always felt when I reached another level and I hurriedly opened the character’s Attributes menu. Yes! I had a free point and the menu was working!

  I put my hard-earned point into Intelligence, but I didn’t have to modify any of my skills. Deathgrip got automatically improved. It would now suck twice as much Stamina from its victims.

  Walking Corpse, Undead. Level 2.

  Strength: 18

  Agility: 3

  Constitution: 23

  Intelligence: 2

  Perception: 5

  Health: 46

  Stamina: 41

  Energy: 7

  Damage: 1-4

  I was no killing machine of course, but I was no longer a punch bag. I had a rather decent amount of Health for the Playpen. I also simply wanted to get some sort of normal weapon.

  However, to my great disappointment, I could only take that flask with the healing potion from the body of the player. Without much hope, I poured it into my crusty mouth but nothing happened, just as I expected.

  Interesting. How do you heal the dead?

  After I threw the empty flask away, I returned to the deep cave and spent a long time digging through the pile of bones, but I couldn’t find a single poisoned one. I had to make do with a simple sharpened shard, but at least it caused 1-3 damage.

  BY THE TIME that I’d gotten out of the dungeon, it was already getting dark in the park so I didn’t suffer a Perception penalty. Dark shadows coalesced between the trees as I tore through the bushes into one of the alleyways and trudged towards the gate. My revenant clumsily put one foot in front of the other as he swayed from side to side, but I soon got used to the way that the grotesque character moved and quickly reached the iron fence.

  I don’t know what I was expecting when I got out of the park. Did I think that I could quit the game, move into my own body, talk to someone, even an NPC if not a player?

  None of this actually happened. I never even managed to come up to the gate. As soon as I approached, the magical crystals on the fence shone with bright blinding light and furiously shot out zigzagging electrical charges.

  An instant later, I was toast...

  DARKNESS AND A SHALLOW GRAVE, with earth carelessly thrown over it. The annoying skull was in my hand as usual.

  Raging, I shambled to the exit from the cave and threw the stone skull with its bared teeth into the bushes.

  I was fed up with it!

  The bone that I’d picked up the last time turned out to still be in my inventory and I didn’t have to come back to the cave for a weapon, so I set off into the forest. It was completely dark by this time and the Perception bonus that the undead got at night kicked in.

  I didn’t have to get that much experience to get to level 3, so I decided to avoid players and hunt animals instead. One of the walking dead could easily take care of a fox and should be able to bring down a wolf. I had a decent amount of Health and it was a shame that everything was spoiled by issues with accuracy.

  This time, I went in the opposite direction from the park fence and soon got out onto the swampy bank of the river. A twisting path led me to a log which was laid across a stream and I recklessly tried to use it to cross to the other side. My lack of Agility showed itself and my second step already resulted in me falling in.

  The stream turned out to be unusually deep and the surface of the water was above my head. I prepared for yet another death and suddenly realized that I didn’t feel any discomfort whatsoever. Ah, yes. The dead didn’t have to breathe!

  I had to struggle for a while to get out onto dry land, but there were no injuries or wounds in the end. I fell down, but so what, it was no matter. I just needed to keep it in mind for the future. What if I had to run away from other players? Well, if I managed to level up higher than level 10, it would be the local noobs who would be running away from me.

  I just wanted to know how much time I had left before I would die in real life. How long had I already spent in the virtual reality capsule?

  My mood was hopelessly ruined, even though it didn’t seem like it could get any worse. Things can always get worse though...

  WHEN A HILL APPEARED by the riverside ahead, I turned away from it, crossing a swampy meadow full of darting snakes and flowers that glimmered in the night, finding myself by a ring of stone menhirs that had been dug into the ground.

  Suddenly, a bolt of lightning arced nearby and I froze in place, completely still. My feet started to slowly sink into the unsteady swampy ground, but I kept standing there and cursing my rather low Perception.

  What was going on over there? Damn it, I couldn’t make it out!

  Another flash, then a howl and a roar!

  As soon as the noise abated and the soft light of a healing spell emanated from the stone circle, I dragged my head out of the sticky mire and went around it, giving it a wide berth. The swamp was soon behind me and a fence with bent and sometimes completely torn bars appeared in front of me.

  An abandoned cemetery!

  The darkness of the night was split by a battle spell yet again as an armored paladin entered the gate with a shield in one hand and a longsword in the other. Level 10, I automatically noted, as the warrior kicked down one of the gravestones, turned around and ran from the cemetery. Clumps of earth exploded and flew everywhere as a ghoul that had been disturbed by the noise rose up out of the grave.

  The humanoid creature with its tooth filled maw and sharp claws chased after the one that had disturbed its peace, but the paladin didn’t keep running, he just lured the beast out of the graveyard. By the time I got near the gate, the knight was easily resisting the ghoul’s attack as he defended against it with his shield, while two level 9 elven archers were turning the undead creature into a pincushion. The creature was tearing into things and jumping around, sometimes reaching the player with its clawed hands, so the healer mage in a
gray cloak and pointed hat had to restore the warrior’s Health.

  That was a great idea, but I had an even better plan.

  I climbed into the graveyard through a hole in the fence and started to shake and push over one gravestone after another. The ghouls that came out to face the light angrily snapped their terrible fangs and wandered between the graves looking for prey in confusion, while paying no attention to my walking corpse whatsoever.

  Undead neutrality!

  I had already managed to push over ten or eleven gravestones before the paladin returned. The player tried to run away but it was too late — the furious pack noticed the human and ran after him. I couldn’t catch up with them so there was a real battle going on by the time I managed to shamble back to the circle of menhirs.

  Without the armor, the archers were torn to pieces in an instant, while the paladin was skillfully swinging his sword and causing an amazing amount of damage for his level. The healer mage was casting one healing spell after another on his companion.

  The well-coordinated pair had quite a good chance of winning the battle, but a ghoul that had broken away from the pack suddenly rushed towards the spellcaster. One strike from a clawed hand took away half of the Health of the puny mage so he immediately forgot about providing support to the paladin who was surrounded by the undead.

  A ball of lightning from the healer’s staff hit a ghoul, immediately frying it, while I threw myself into the attack, not wanting to miss such an opportune moment.

  One step, two steps, stab!

  The sharpened bone went through the spellcaster’s cloak without meeting any resistance and sank deep into his human flesh. The healer turned around and tried to shout a spell, so I poked the bone into his open mouth.