The monsters swept over the edge of the fourth district like a slowly creeping serrated tsunami.I roared up at the amorphous flapping creatures, wielding the burnt remains of two car-wrecks like my own oversized tower shields. The flock dove at me with bodies that tore and broke like cardboard, dozens of them were torn with every swing of my massive improvised weapons.Every few seconds my attention flicked at the system, and it could only beep and screech back, mirroring my own confusion. No matter how many of these monsters I mulched, not a single AP was to be found. The feeling of that ‘something’ from the monster being absorbed just was not there, as if there was nothing to be absorbed to begin with.My feet were slick with the effervescent monster blood, each corpse bubbling away into clouds of rancid throat-cloying smoke. At first the smoke was tolerable, but the more monsters I killed the thicker it became, until I was eventually forced to start changing locations every handful of seconds or else risk being blinded.I moved in a slow frantic retreat, the swarm of flying monsters was irregular, and with every break, I would move further into the district. I’d stopped using the rooftops since they lacked the stability to hold me and my improvised weapons. The flying serrated blankets kept swarming me from above, like flat mouths trying to swallow me whole. Here and there, their frenetic flailing tore at the skin, superficial scratches that kept piling up and turning my arms into a ragged bleeding mess. Even with the healing-factor, their attacks were too frequent, not giving me time for my body to patch itself back up.Though the situation was manageable for now, I did not like my odds in a prolonged encounter without any AP gain from my kills. Either there was something wrong about the system, or the monster, and I needed an answer now rather than later.AP:0 (...)