A/N: This is my version of an S/I The Gamer (Manhwa)/Walking Dead crossover. It won't necessarily contain all aspects of The Gamer, so please enjoy! And of course, I do not own the Walking Dead.

Re uploaded on 4/15/2018.

Thunder roared in the night as I ran up the front steps of a home. The door was locked as I rattled its doorknob. "Come on…" I muttered. I needed to get inside.

My walker disguise was useless. Most of the blood and guts on my raincoat were washed off, allowing walkers to detect a living person. Giving up on the locked home, I hopped over the porch and dashed to the next house. Walkers continued making their way towards me with their ragged arms stretched out. As they reach the bottom steps of the front yard, I scrambled inside and slammed the door shut.

"Inventory," I whispered, exhaling deeply. A large window appeared and I pulled out my dagger and a flashlight. The flashlight turned on after a few shakes, I creeped around, hoping there were no walkers inside. The light shined on an entryway table and I quickly moved around it and began pushing it towards the door, ignoring the loud scratches it made on the floor. The door pounded and growls were heard behind as the table fitted beneath the doorknob. Feeling slightly safer, I pushed back my hood and resumed my search.

I began opening doors as I ventured inside on the lower floor. The closet near the front door, the door to the half bathroom, the pantry door and lastly, the cabinets beneath the sink. Standing in the kitchen, dirty and empty cans, utensils and pots were everywhere; the countertops, dining table and floor. With the first floor cleared, I slowly made my way upstairs, soft creaks heard on each step.

Of the four doors on the second floor, three were zombie-free; two messy teenager rooms, and the common bathroom. With caution, I approached the final room. Dagger still in hand, I pushed the door open, ready to stab any walkers, but only to stop at the sight. A body laid on the bed, clothes still intact, but part of his head blown off, leaving a large blood splat against the white wall.

Across the bed, a note on the dresser read, "I give up. Becca's in the closet." Not wanting to waste time, I quickly crumpled the note and dropped it as I pulled the bi-fold doors open. The walker turned her head and began growling, making her way towards me, but was quickly short-lived when I stabbed the walker.

You've gained 107 exp!

I swiped the window away and stepped further into the walk in closet. The left comprised of the man's clothing, the woman's on the right. Noting some clothings I would later take, I headed back out, pulling the dagger out of the walker's head and snatching up the money the walker had dropped. "$245.00," I counted. I was going to need more than that.

"Inventory," I called out again. The window had disappeared due to the lack of usage. I removed my raincoat and tossed it in. It was time to set up for the night. Back in one of the teenager's room, I pulled the blanket off the bed and placed it inside my inventory, before heading back down to the living room. Lighting the candle light with a grill lighter that was pulled from my inventory, I settled in.

A good thing about the home was that the windows were covered with blinds and pieces of cloths. Having found a clean fork and spoon from the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water and a small tray of kimbap to eat. The plastic lid placed on the coffee table, I picked a piece up with the fork and stared at it. This Korean dish was such a delicacy now. In this apocalyptic world, where would you find twelve ¾ slices of freshly cooked thin slices of marinated cooked beef, white short-grain rice, carrots, yellow pickled radish, egg, spinach, and imitation crab meat, wrapped in seaweed paper and topped off with a light coating of sesame oil and seeds? This food was much better than anything canned.

Finished eating, I left the empty tray on the table and drank some water. Damping the toilet paper with water, the utensils were wiped cleaned before placed inside my backpack. Stretching, I pressed the 'x' button on the top right corner of the inventory window.

Knelt on the couch, I peeked through the blinds. The rain had settled and all was heard was silence and a few occasional groans from nearby walkers.

I made myself comfortable in the couch as I got ready to sleep. "Get some sleep and grab whatever you need tomorrow," I told myself. Wrapping myself in the blanket, I stared at the ceiling. How much longer was I to deal with this? This journey would be horrific and sad adventure.

A small window screen popped up.

A new quest has been created.

Quest Alert: Go to Atlanta!

Venture to the city and meet Glenn.

Completion: Gain one level and $5,000.

Failure: Gain no exp and you will be on this journey on your own.

Yes or No

"Oh hell, no."

A/N: Thanks for reading!