Luck opened the boxes.
The first item was a syringe. A serum that granted immunity to any deadly virus affecting mortals.
It was perfect for a world crawling with zombies. The idea of turning into one just because he got scratched by a bloody nail? No thanks.
Without hesitation, he injected himself. A brief warmth spread through his veins.
No flashy lights, no dramatic surge of power. Honestly, it felt like getting a regular flu shot. Disappointingly normal for something that could stop a zombie virus.
At the very least, he expected to start screaming in pain while his eyes turned red.
The second item was a small canister. The description stated that throwing it would call in an airstrike—a powerful attack from above. A must have weapon to turn the tide when surrounded by zombies.
'So there's really gonna be a big wave, huh,' he sighed
The system never gave out freebies without a reason.
If it thrust a literal bomb into his hands, it meant a storm was brewing.
