Ratatatatata!!
Rapid gunfire echoed.
Soldiers fired from the windows of the vehicles.
With each bullet, a zombie fell.
No time for error.
And no space for error.
Bullets were precious.
The soldiers had to aim for the head.
One shot. One headshot. One zombie eliminated.
The roaring engines of the vehicles attracted zombies.
The gunfire eliminated but also attracted.
But they couldn't abandon the vehicles.
Not yet.
"Continue!"
The commander roared.
His upper body stuck out of the window.
He fired a semi-automatic gun, clearing the road before the vehicle.
Rain soaked his body.
Splash!
Vrooom!
The tires ran over a rotting corpse.
Green blood splashed on the tires.
But the rain washed it off.
The vehicles jumped up and down.
They had a hard time driving through the rubble-covered street.
But persistently, they slowly moved deeper into the city.
Time flew.
They engaged in fierce combat with the zombies.
But the situation was not dire yet.
No zombie approached the vehicles yet.
They were too fragile.
A bullet was enough.
In just a few hours, they moved past the outskirts.
However, as they entered the more prosperous part of the city, it meant more rubble.
The bigger the buildings before the apocalypse, the bigger the rubble now.
The roads were completely blocked.
Vehicles couldn't go further.
The leading vehicle stopped.
The commander walked out.
"We'll continue on foot!"
He roared.
But the rain was too loud. Too strong.
His voice only reached a few groups.
"Pass the order down! We'll continue on foot!"
He roared.
Soon, roars filled the night.
The command got passed down.
Each person took a backpack, and they started moving.
A massive group followed the commander.
He led the way.
The gunshots tore through the air.
Zombies poured from all sides.
Their speed slowed down.
But they continued forward.
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.
An hour flew by.
The night slowly brightened.
The storm calmed.
Rain fell faintly.
But the gunshots didn't stop.
Thousands of zombies fell.
Corpses covered the streets.
Green blood flowed through the rubble along with the rainwater.
"Stop the gunfire!"
The commander roared.
His voice carried through the air.
The entire group of 300 stopped.
"We'll fight the zombies without the guns. We need ot save bullets. The real danger is the demons near the center of the city."
The commander said.
Exhaustion painted on the faces of the group.
Most were soldiers.
But there were also many ordinary civilians.
Escalation painted on their faces.
Adrenaline rushed through their veins.
But they couldn't stop.
"Once the sun rises, we'll rest."
They started moving again.
Their speed of advancing plummeted.
Dealing with the zombies without the guns took time.
Especially with the great number of zombies.
The zombies posed little threat.
But the sheer number exhausted them.
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.
.
Deep into the city.
But still dozens of kilometers from the tower.
A figure flew in the sky.
A figure holding a spear.
Swoosh!
The elder descended rapidly.
Thud!
He landed on the ground.
His expression darkened.
A corpse lay before him.
Destroyed, stomped corpse.
A corpse of a demon hound.
But not an ordinary demon hound.
A demon hound like the one Vincent tamed.
Yet something stomped it like an ant.
Limbs torn. Head detached.
It was played with.
"It's passed here."
The elder muttered.
At least now, he knew he was on the right track.
Swoosh!
He flew into the air.
As the day approached, he found several more demon hound corpses.
And a few corpses of flying demons.
"I must continue..."
The elder gnashed his teeth.
But exhaustion assaulted him.
"Chances are it will rest during the day..."
It was right now that he needed to put in more effort.
To catch up with it.
His determination steeled.
And as the sky brightened, a figure still flew in the air.
Rain gently fell.
The figure flew under the grey clouds.
Carrying a heavy burden.
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.
.
The day arrived.
"Be careful!"
"On your left!"
"Kill it!"
Shouts tore the air.
A fierce battle went down.
Thousands of zombies surrounded the military group.
Their arrogance came aunting them.
The situation went out of control.
"Commander! There are too many!"
The commander slaughtered zombies.
With a swing, a head split open.
Green blood covered his body.
But he refrained from using his ability.
His control lessened.
And his mind clouded when using it.
"PUSH TROUGH!"
He roared.
Exhaustion caught up to the group.
Zombie corpses covered the ground.
But the number didn't lessen.
The zombies didn't give them time to rest.
"USE YOUR ABILITIES!"
The commander gave orders.
He forbade them from using their abilities before, to preserve strength.
But now, there was no choice.
A last resort.
Cracckle!
Swuush!
The morale of the group skyrocketed.
Flames erupted.
Lightning crackled.
The water floated off the ground.
Wolves emerged from portals.
Gunshots fired
Chaos ensued.
"Aghhhh!"
Screams tore the air.
In contrast to the desired result, casualties started piling up.
A man attacked with water.
A lightning bolt traveled through the water, electroshocking his body.
Zombies swarmed him.
The abilities clashed with each other.
Doing more harm than good.
A result of hasty preparations.
The result of the people not familiarizing themselves with the ability.
And a failed leadership.
The entire operation happened too fast.
With no time to prepare any strategy.
Chaos ensued.
Yet despite the chaos, a person remained calm.
He stood in the middle of the entire group.
A handsome face, but stone cold. Emotionless.
Lucian.
He looked around.
His eyes landed on a massive pile of rubble.
A collapsed building.
But the first floor of the house stood under the rubble.
No, the rubble held it together. Prevented it from collapsing.
He walked away from the group.
Boom!
An invisible barrier smashed into the part of the building covered by rubble.
Rubble flew around.
Bom! Bom!
Barriers kept smashing.
Sweat covered Lucian's face.
But he finally managed to break through.
He found an entrance.
"ENTER HERE!"
His shout attracted attention.
The commander turned.
Ideas flashed in his mind.
"FOLLOW HIS LEAD! ENTER!"
He roared.
The ordinary people stormed back, running.
Glad they could get out of the fight.
But the soldiers gradually fell back.
They covered the retreat.
It clearly showcased their superior battle understanding.
Both form their knowledge as soldiers and from the experience they gained from venturing outside several times.
They all fell back into the building.
Fortunately, the building could accommodate them.
It was a massive store. A bookstore.
They stuffed inside.
The commander entered last.
He glanced at Lucian and nodded.
UUUAGGHHH!
The mass of zombies followed them.
BOOM!
They struck an invisible barrier.
An invisible barrier blocked the entrance.
"Thank you,"
The commander placed his palm on his shoulder.
Lucian nodded.
The zombies looked around mindlessly.
The scent of humans suddenly disappeared.
Only the lingering scent remained.
They fed on fallen people in the distance.
"Once the scent dissipates, they'll dissipate."
Lucian said.
He sealed all entrance points from which scent might leak.
The gentle rain also helped.
"Rest for now,"
The commander spoke.
His expression grave.
He counted the people.
'286...'
His expression only grew darker.
'We lost 14 people!'
Anger burned within him.
Anger at himself.
All this responsibility fell on him.
His incompetence as the commander.
...
Not far from the battle.
A man lay on a massive pile of rubble.
He observed the situation through binoculars.
The people entered the building.
He could see the zombies lost their target.
"I must report,"
He jumped to his feet.
His legs moved fast.
He stormed back.
His speed far superior to an ordinary human.
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Several kilometers away.
A mountain of rubble stood tall.
A collapsed three-story city mall.
But strangely, the rubble mountain had an entrance.
Two men stood guard.
Inside, a spacious place existed.
Several pillars stood, supporting the almost collapsed ceiling of the first floor of the mall.
But only two of the pillars belonged to the city mall.
The rest, molded out of the fallen rubble. Somehow.
Metal wires coiled up the pillars.
People sat around.
Then, near the end of the room, a platform elevated from the ground, supported by small pillars.
Stairs led up.
A throne stood at the top of the platform.
And slightly below, two more thrones.
Three men sat, each respectfully on their throne.
A bulky man sat on the top throne.
A man nearing his forties.
Muscular, manly.
A girl sat in his lap.
Provocatively dressed.
The tanga outlined through her clothes.
Her shorts clung so tightly, they left almost nothing to imagination.
"Dear..."
Her seductive tone rang.
She pushed her blonde hair away, caressing the man's naked abs.
Her warm chest pressed against his skin.
Only a bra covered her endowed chest.
"Hehe..."
The man laughed.
His massive palm sank into her buttocks.
His hand wandered boldly over her thighs and between her legs.
"BOSSSS!"
A shout echoed from outside.
A man stormed inside.
Anger flashed on the face of the man.
He interrupted his moment.
"Speak!"
His cold voice rang.
Murderous.
"It better be important,"
'Damn,'
The messenger cursed internally.
His timing was really bad.
"Boss,"
He knelt.
"The military entered the city."
The man on the throne frowned.
It's a large group. At least three hundred men. They were surrounded by zombies, but managed to resolve the crisis temporarily."
"Hmm..."
The man fell into thought.
"What about their destination?"
One of the men on the thrones below questioned.
"Sir, I don't know. But they seem to be heading deeper into the city,"
"Deeper into the city? I can't think of anything. But if the military is risking so much, they are searching for something big."
The other on the throne below said.
"Thank you for the information."
The man on the top throne waved his hand dismissively.
"We'll discuss it. You can leave."
He couldn't handle it anymore.
The caressing moves of the blonde beauty.
He burned with desire.
Slurp!
He kissed her.
His palm sank into her chest.
Her bra struggled to contain her curves.
"Dear..."
The beauty licked her lips. Her eyes flashed pink.
Let's go..."
"Yes,"
The man's eyes flashed pink.
He picked her up and went into a secret room behind.
The men around followed them with their gaze.
They burned with desire. Desire to eat her up.
"What are you looking at?"
But they faced the cold gazes of the men on the two thrones.
Their eyes flashed pink.
Thud!
The man threw the beauty on the bed.
"I love you, dear,"
Anne's eyes turned completely pink.
Heat rushed through him, clouding his mind as he fell under her spell.