[Congratulations, you have committed your first true crime against your fellow man by slaughtering another human in cold blood. You have gained a title.]
[Title Killer Queen: Not many can say that they have killed a mass murderer before, but here you are. You can now claim that you killed a woman with a kill count of humankind in the hundreds. Somehow, you were foolish and nearly tricked by such a blatant psychopath. You're lucky to have survived. With this title, you can kill more of your kind to gain extra experience.]
[Congratulations, you have reached level five. Please select from the classes available to you.]
[You have selected Healer. Is this the class you want? Y/N]
[Congratulations, your class is now Healer. Although your acts of violence becoming a healer seems to be an interesting life choice of yours.]
Anna couldn't hold back anymore and started crying as she trembled. Mark was carrying Anna on his back, being careful not to put pressure on her leg that had a turnikite on it to reduce bleeding.
"Are you okay?" (Mark)
"No, I'm not fucking okay." (Anna)
Anna's voice cracked while talking, but she hid her face from the others as Mark carried her.
"Oh, sorry, should I move my hands?" (Mark)
"No, it's not that." (Anna)
"Mark, I can carry her if you want me to." (Greyson)
Greyson walked over, and Anna tilted her head, looking at him as her eyes were still red and watering.
"I got her." (Mark)
Anna could feel the splinters of her bones slivering through her leg, sliding back to their original places where the bullet pierced through. As her skin had already started to mend, a burning sensation filled her limb as she was trembling from the sensation of feeling a hot poker pierce through her leg.
"So what is wrong other than you being in pain that is?" (Mark)
Anna chucked at the statement because of the apparent fact that he didn't need an answer.
"When my shot killed her, I reached level five. I'm a healer, yet the system still says things like it does." (Anna)
"So the system is still being a cunt to you." (Mark)
"Yeah..." (Anna)
"Well fuck it I think you'd make a good healer defenitle get our heads on straight." (Mark)
Anna chuckled and winced when Mark made an unsteady motion, jolting her leg with pain as she tried to keep it down. They were walking down a decrepit, abandoned city street, vehicles thrown across the way, crushed and overturned, while others looked like they would start with the simple press of a button.
"Wait, doesn't that mean you have a healing spell now?" (Mark)
"I-I haven't looked." (Anna)
"You're a healer now, so maybe there is a spell to make you heal faster." (Greyson)
Greyson, who hadn't walked away, still listened to their conversation.
"Healer? Wait, does that mean I can finally be fully healed?" (Kyle)
Kyle walked over his giddiness to no longer be in pain. He no longer has stitches, but he still gets the random irritation internally from his body healing.
"No longer itching would be nice." (Kyle)