My Sniper System in a Zombie Apocalypse World-Chapter 77: Limit Testing
In the darkness of the night, a bullet tore through an infected’s skull.
A split second later, glass shattered. The bullet had smashed through the car window behind it, the sharp crash cutting through the silence as the sound echoed down the empty street.
From every direction, shadows stirred.
Low groans rose as infected began pouring out from alleys, doorways, and broken storefronts. Drawn by noise alone, they rushed toward the shattered car.
"About seven hundred meters," Jaxon muttered under his breath. "So that’s my limit."
He crouched at a third-floor window of the house, rifle resting against the frame, his night vision scope activated. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
His clothes were pitch black, soaked and smeared with dried infected blood, providing him with effective camouflage. Even his face and hands were darkened, his outline melting into the night. From a distance, he was just another shadow clinging to the building, almost invisible against the darkness.
Jaxon was alone tonight. Natasha had wanted to come, but he had sent her back to rest. After hours of training, everyone was exhausted.
’Still, it took me five shots to hit a stationary target. Seven hundred meters isn’t my effective range,’ Jaxon analyzed silently. ’My consistent shots land around four hundred meters, even on moving targets. Against slower ones, I can stretch it to five hundred. Beyond that, it takes multiple attempts before I connect.’
Now that he had the chance, he was limit testing his rifle, but more than that, he was testing his own skills.
’I don’t believe 700 meters is the limit of my fully upgraded DMR. That means it’s my skill that’s holding me back.’
His gaze swept across the streets below.
The city was crawling with infected. They filled alleyways, clung to abandoned cars and walls, and staggered from broken buildings. Some moved alone. Others clustered in loose groups. But so far, he spotted no Variants, which made him sigh in relief.
’Well, I have more than enough time and hundreds of targets for practice. And more than that... Stack farming commence.’
(2 EXP, 2 coins, 0.02 Strength obtained from the zombie)
(2 EXP, 2 coins, 0.02 Stamina obtained from the zombie)
At the same time, another new notification was ringing in his ears, signaling the continuous improvement of his weapon.
(DMR damage +1, Agility +0.01)
(DMR damage +1, Agility +0.01)
He started shooting at those from far distances, carefully calculating his shots to avoid drawing attention if he killed the infected near their house. Though he missed at times, wasting precious bullets, it actually pushed him towards his limits, forcing him to improve his aim and focus.
His killing spree began in earnest. The corpses littering the streets were quickly dragged away and devoured by other infected, unwittingly becoming his cleaning crew.
’If I stayed here for a week and kept farming like this, I could easily collect a hundred coins each night.’
A small smile crossed his face as he continued shooting, eyes locked on his targets.
Hours passed, the night growing darker.
(You have leveled up to Lv. 8.)
Jaxon had killed more than a hundred infected and even leveled up, gaining valuable experience and resources. At the same time, more than one point stat had been added to his agility. He had yet to test it, but he could instinctively feel his reaction time, control, and precision improve.
Still, something was off. With every kill, the infected grew more agitated and ferocious. They began randomly charging at nearby buildings, clawing at walls and windows as if trying to locate him.
More and more were drawn by the sound of gunfire and the pile of corpses.
Though he kept killing, the zombies were drawn by the howls and the bodies, their numbers seeming endless. Jaxon frowned, the smile fading from his face as he realized the growing danger. He steadied his aim and fired a single, well-placed shot that took out three infected at once, his bullets piercing through their skulls.
It was satisfying, but as the night wore on, unease grew. If this kept up, they might wander close enough to discover his position.
Jaxon clicked his tongue. He was enjoying the gains, but pushing further could put everyone at risk. He resisted the urge to fire and decided to retreat.
’If only there was something to draw their attention while I sniped...’ he thought, shaking his head. No one is crazy enough to do that.
He stayed near the windows, watching vigilantly until morning. And before the first rays of light hit them, Jaxon watched as the infected returned inside the buildings one by one, disappearing into the shadows.
...
Soon, Burgors and Bong-gu, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes and stifling yawns, arrived to take over the watch, their movements sluggish and their faces etched with fatigue.
"Jaxon, thanks for the hard work, man. Must be tough guarding at night," Burgors said, knowing well how active the infected were after dark.
"It’s fine," Jaxon replied calmly. "I’m used to it."
"Really? I don’t think I could ever get used to them," Burgors said, picking up the binoculars. "They’re all creepy and scary."
He scanned the streets below, and his eyes widened. The streets looked like a battlefield, ravaged and torn apart. Dark stains of blood and scattered flesh littered the asphalt.
Burgors trembled. "What... what happened here? Did we get attacked last night?"
"A horde came," Jaxon said simply. "Thankfully, they didn’t notice us."
"A horde? Do they know we’re here?" Burgors asked, agitated, his voice rising in panic.
"Calm down. I don’t think so," Jaxon reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "They were just passing through."
"But they didn’t come last time..."
"We’re fine," Jaxon said. "Just keep watch."
He subtly reached into his bag and purchased a pair of binoculars.
(25 coins spent. Binoculars successfully purchased.)
"Bong-gu, take this," Jaxon said, handing him the binoculars since they only had one, ensuring they both had the means to keep watch.
Bong-gu nodded, gripping the lenses tightly as he scanned the streets.
