Apocalypse respawn

The next day, I got up with apprehension and a body that ached. I looked around. People crowded together, trying to talk forward or staring at the news on their phones. I did the same.

I saw that other monsters had appeared. More and more messages reported missing people. Some indicated the presence of an area covered with red barriers that demarcated the territory.

Time passed, and food ran out. We tried to ask for information from the police, whom the government had asked to call, but the few police officers from the small town could not come. One of them was injured by an arrow.

Rargnes walked towards the boarded-up facade, looking through a glass hole at the supermarket in front. He returned to his position, remembering the goblin's words.

"They don't look like they're outside." someone said. "If they got what they wanted and left, we could look for food."

"The government says wait."

"But the longer we wait, the weaker we become. There haven't been any screams recently, and there aren't many golin flocks. And there must be people in the supermarket."

Opinions flooded in. Rargners remained silent.

"And then this class thing, if we can improve it, it would be by going outside. Otherwise, why announce all this?"

Some videos may have been visible online, although their validity was questionable.

"In any case, they certainly don't want the death of humanity. Otherwise, with their teleportation, we would all be dead already."

"But we can just wait. If it's really important, the government will share the information."

"Yes, but after how long? And who knows how many more things will fall on us!"

The group split into two. We were given half an hour to choose before a group ventured outside. Rargnes trembled. A string of madness told him to venture outside. He walked away from the room and into the bathroom. He waited for the time to end before returning. About ten men were missing.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Someone's cell phone stopped charging. He suddenly regretted not venturing outside. He turned on the flashlight on his cell phone, and the top of the window was cleared, letting in natural light.

Someone checked the water. The taps were still working.

Rargnes searched the discussion forum. There were mentions of orcs, strange plants appearing everywhere, and carnivorous. The questioned goblins were afraid of it. Their masters get rid of them as quickly as possible.

He clicked on the link and saw flamethrowers being used on the plants. They didn't seem that dangerous. Some indicated that we were already studying goblins and plants, as well as all class members.

From what he had heard, some had not clicked on a class, waiting for about an hour, and therefore had yet to obtain them. However, they returned simultaneously as those who had chosen a class. They were also studied as a test model.

A sound of violent wind was heard. A few people crowded toward the windows as the noise intensified.

"Quickly !" Said the bartender. "We have to close the iron curtain!"

"But the others are still outside."

"It's their fault!" a voice joins. "They are in the supermarket, and they can call us to open afterward."

Cautiously, we moved forward. Six of us carried the large piece of furniture blocking the front door, then the tables, while the door shook. A gust of air violently brushed against someone.

"We can't! We're going to get blown away!" he shouted in the sound of the wind before taking back the table, which had just been cleared.

"What do you want to do then?"

He dragged the table and positioned it in front of the door.

"Help me !"

"And the curtain? The windows are going to break!"

"We barricade ourselves and hide in the kitchen, closing the door!"

The group barricaded itself again, waiting for the storm, and moved towards the kitchen. This one had two doors, one inside, which they came from, and the other outside, already barricaded. The barricade table did not pass through the door; he was barricaded with several chairs.

Someone thought of holding one of the doors, feeling the wind pass through the cracks. So, locked up and equipped with knives that they sharpened on a whetstone, they chose the substitutes at the doors with their schedules.

A cowering woman cried. Its energy spread to the inhabitants of the room. Everyone was in their own corner, looking at the ground or at their phones. Rargnes saw a bottle of alcohol; he hesitated, then took a sip and soon gulped down the whole bottle.