Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 6: A Promise

Thomas sighed, his gaze dropping to the MP5 resting on his lap. He had known the question was coming, but that didn't make it any easier to answer. Taking them along would significantly increase the risk. They were inexperienced, frightened, and likely to slow him down. He was not yet powerful enough to play a hero and rescue the damsels in distress, but he couldn't leave them here either.

This was quite a predicament.

"Samantha—I'll be honest with you. You two can't come with me. It's dangerous out there. There are a lot of them, and most are active due to my recent encounter with them," Thomas explained.

"But we can't stay here either," Samantha cut him off, her voice trembling with desperation. She stood up, her hands balled into fists at her sides. "Thomas, you don't understand. If you leave us here, we won't make it. We've been barely surviving for three days. We don't have food, we don't have water—we don't even have a weapon to defend ourselves."

Anna clutched Samantha's arm tightly, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "We would've died if you hadn't come," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please... you're our only chance."

Thomas closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, gripping the MP5 tightly. He felt the weight of their words pressing on him like a crushing boulder. Every part of him wanted to help, but his logical side screamed that it was a bad idea. They were liabilities, plain and simple. He was struggling to stay alive as it was.

"I... I understand what you're saying. But it's not as simple as just bringing you with me. You've seen how bad it is out there. I'm barely holding my own. If I have to keep an eye on both of you while fighting off zombies, I'm putting all three of us in more danger."

"But we're not asking you to babysit us!" Samantha argued, her voice rising. "We're not helpless! We'll do whatever you say, we'll follow your orders—we just don't want to die in this damn room!"

Anna nodded, her tears spilling over. "Please, Thomas... we'll do anything. We just don't want to be alone anymore."

Thomas looked at them, their faces pale and desperate, their eyes pleading with him. He felt a knot tighten in his chest. He thought about the weight of responsibility, the lives he would be gambling with if he let them come. But he also thought about the fact that they were right—they wouldn't last much longer here. Leaving them behind was a death sentence.

Then—an idea came to mind.

"I'll give you guys the remaining food I have," Thomas said. "With that, you'll be able to survive for a week. That is enough time for me and my friends to come back and rescue you two."

Samantha and Anna exchanged glances, they were quite confused. But for Thomas—it was all logical. In the system, once he reached level 10, he would be able to summon troops. And those troops would help him conduct the rescue operation. After all—he was already at level four. He only has to complete missions and kill as many zombies as possible to reach the required level.

As for the foods, he'd buy them in his system shop using blood coins.

"I know it's hard to understand but when I get out of here, I will call my friends and then get you out of here," Thomas said.

"But what if you don't get out of here alive? What if you got killed along the way?" Anna asked reasonably.

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"Well—that's something I can't afford to happen," Thomas chuckled. "All you have to do is to trust me on this. I swear, I'll be back."

Samantha and Anna were slowly caving in, their resistance softening as they exchanged glances. Samantha took a deep breath and nodded hesitantly.

"Alright, Thomas," Samantha said, her voice trembling slightly. "We'll trust you. But please... don't take too long."

Anna reluctantly nodded as well, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "We don't have much of a choice," she murmured. "Just... please be careful."

Thomas exhaled, relieved that they had agreed to his plan. "Good. Now, I need you both to head back to the room where I found you," he instructed firmly. "Stay there and keep the door locked. I'll bring the supplies to you."

Samantha frowned, her confusion evident. "Why can't we stay here and wait?"

"Because I need space to sort everything out, and I can't risk anything happening to you while I'm working," Thomas replied curtly. "Trust me, it's safer this way."

Reluctantly, the two girls nodded and retreated back to the equipment room. Thomas watched them go, ensuring they closed the door behind them before turning his attention to the task at hand.

He opened his system interface, quickly navigating to the shop. He needed to buy enough supplies to keep them alive for at least a week. His fingers moved swiftly as he selected ten MREs and twenty bottles of water.

[Purchase Complete:

10x MREs – 500 Blood Coins

20x Bottled Water – 500 Blood Coins]

Next, Thomas selected a durable military-style backpack from the shop.

[Purchase Complete:

Tactical Backpack – 100 Blood Coins]

[Total Blood Coins: 105,350]

The items materialized in front of him in neat stacks. He quickly packed the MREs and water bottles into the backpack, making sure everything fit securely. The bag was heavy, but he could carry it with relative ease, thanks to his growing stamina and strength from the system.

With the supplies ready, Thomas headed back to the equipment room. He opened the door to find Samantha and Anna sitting together on the floor, their expressions a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.

"Here," Thomas said, placing the backpack on the floor with a soft thud. He unzipped it, revealing the neatly packed MREs and bottles of water.

Both girls gasped in shock.

"That's... a lot," Samantha said, her eyes wide. "Where did you even get all of this?"

Anna's jaw dropped. "How were you even carrying this? We didn't see you with a bag earlier."

Thomas quickly dismissed their questions with a wave of his hand. "Don't overthink it," he said briskly. "It doesn't matter where it came from—what matters is that you have enough to survive. Just take it and use it wisely. Ration it properly, and it'll last you a week, maybe more."

Samantha hesitated, her curiosity still evident, but she nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Thomas."

Anna reached for one of the water bottles, holding it tightly in her hands. "Thank you," she said softly. "We'll do as you say."

Thomas stood up, his MP5 slung over his shoulder. "Remember what I said—stay here, keep the door locked, and stay quiet. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Both girls nodded, their expressions solemn.

As Thomas turned to leave, Samantha called out to him. "Thomas... please be careful."

It was the first time he had heard someone telling him that, and it moved him.

"I will, thank you," Thomas said before opening the door.