[Vol 1] Highschool Of The Dead Pt 3

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[Status]

Name:Feyorra Golden

Gender:Intersex/Futanari

Age: 18

Wife/Mistress: Freyja Golden

Race: 9-Tailed Primordial Fox

Class:N/A Unlock Class At Level 15

Level: 5 [700/ 900]

1/ 9 Tails Unlocked Reach Lvl 10 for 2nd Tail

HP: 1050/1050

MP: 820/820

Strength:81

Agility:85

Wisdom: 82

Dexterity:88

Vitality:105

Luck:54

Passive Skills:
Sword Mastery Max Lvl
Pole-arm Mastery Max Lvl
Archery Mastery Max Lvl
Hand to Hand combat Lvl 9
Pain Resistance Lvl 3
Mental Resistance Lvl 4
Spiritual Sense Lvl 5
Sensory Lvl 7

Skills: [Zombie Controller Lvl 2: 10MP For each Zombie]
[Fox Fire Lvl 3: 10 MP For Each attack or use]
[Illusion Magic Lvl 1: 20 MP for every minute.]
[Transformation: 10 MP for every transformation.]
[Ice Demon Slayer Magic Lvl 4: 20 MP required for every attack.]
[Ice Make Magic Lvl 2: 15MP For Every Creation]
[High Recovery: 20 For Minor Injuries
90MP For Major Injuries]
[Seduction: 10MP is required]
[Appraisal: 10MP Is Required for each Target]
[Presense Eraser: 20MP Is Required for each minute you are erased]

Pets:Freyja Golden[SSR]

Weapons: [Ivory & Ebony]
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3rd P.O.V

As Feyorra slipped into a bliss filled sleep surrounded by the two girls who continuesly comforted her for themselves and her. Over back with the group of survivors there was a heavy atmosphere as they didn't dare want to speak out. Especially the one near death herself, she still could see her life flash before her eyes as she she saw that knife heading towards her.

No one wanted to talk but they had too. They had to make a decision, a decision that will describe where they will move in this messed up world.

It was soon that the brown haired boy from before faced up towards the group with his metal bat sitting on his shoulders.

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