Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Zombies… of course

Behind him stood a towering figure, half-human, half-beast. One side of its body was covered in glowing blue scales, and a massive, razor-sharp claw extended from its arm.

Its eyes glowed a menacing yellow, exuding a terrifying aura. “Relax. I’ve already sent my men to find them. Let’s see what they’re really capable of,” it growled, its voice like the grating of rusted metal.

This was the Azure Scaled Zombie King. He had taken in the Zombie Fetus, essentially becoming its “adoptive father.” Not out of kindness, of course—he saw potential in the creature, a future ally who could become a powerful asset.

Even without the Zombie Fetus, the Azure Scaled Zombie King had long been planning to expand his territory onto land. While he was one of the rulers of the shallows, life there wasn’t exactly easy. The deep sea was home to colossal beasts far beyond his strength.

Not long ago, he had witnessed a horrifying scene: several massive tentacles, each hundreds of feet long, emerged from the pitch-black depths and devoured his underlings in one swift motion. The sight was straight out of a movie—something like Deep Rising. It was enough to make even him shudder.

The Zombie Fetus nodded viciously, its expression twisted with malice.

“Especially that woman,” it hissed. “I want to torture her myself. Make her wish she were dead!”

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Meanwhile, Ethan’s territory had been “attacked.” Though, to be honest, calling it an attack was a bit of a stretch. It was more like a free delivery—some fresh seafood for his underlings to snack on.

On the other side of things, Mia was busy with her own tasks.

The shelter had been thriving lately. They’d managed to take over a food warehouse in the outskirts of Los Angeles, and it was stocked with a decent amount of edible supplies.

Mia was in charge of guarding the place, while Chris and a group of “haulers” worked tirelessly to transport the goods back to their base. The operation was running like a well-oiled machine.

Survivors carried sacks of grain, loading them onto carts with practiced efficiency. Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Nearby, Sean and a few other Awakeners stood watch, looking like supervisors overseeing the work. Their main job, though, was to ensure everyone’s safety.

But honestly, there wasn’t much to worry about. Most of the powerful zombie kings in Los Angeles and the surrounding cities had already been taken out by Ethan. The scattered remnants of zombie forces in the area posed little to no threat, so things were relatively peaceful.

Sean pulled half an apple out of his pocket, his sharp eyes studying it carefully. He’d found it at an abandoned farm. Fresh fruits and vegetables were a rare luxury in the apocalypse, so he’d been reluctant to eat it.

The apple already had a bite taken out of it, and the exposed flesh had oxidized, turning brown. Sean stared at it for a long moment before finally giving in to temptation. He took a small bite, savoring the sweet and tangy flavor as it spread across his taste buds. A satisfied smile crept onto his face.

“Man, this is so good…” he muttered. The others glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

Sean sighed wistfully. “It’s just a shame apples get smaller the more you eat them. Wouldn’t it be great if they got bigger instead?”

“Is there even such a thing?” asked Chloe, a petite girl with a bright, curious face. She was one of Ethan’s “builders,” responsible for constructing and maintaining their shelter.

Sean nodded confidently. “Of course there is. Not only does it get bigger, but it gets longer too.”

“Uh…” Chloe froze, her expression turning awkward. She couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about what he’d just said. Was he thinking about something inappropriate? She couldn’t be sure, but it definitely sounded suspicious.

“Sean, you should really stop watching… questionable stuff. It’s messing with your head,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What questionable stuff?” Sean looked genuinely confused.

Chloe pressed on. “Then what were you talking about?”

“Snake! You know, the game. Snake,” Sean replied matter-of-factly.

“…” Chloe’s face went blank, a wave of exasperation washing over her. The people around them couldn’t hold back their laughter, some even covering their mouths to stifle the sound.

Sean frowned, puzzled. “What else could I have meant? What were you thinking?”

“Hah! Oh, nothing, nothing at all,” Chloe said with an awkward laugh, trying to play it off. “I just… misunderstood, that’s all.”

At that moment, a chilly breeze swept through the area. The overcast sky began to drizzle, and in the distance, dark clouds loomed ominously, rolling closer. The rain showed signs of intensifying.

“Ugh, it’s raining now?” someone grumbled.

“This weather sucks. It’s gonna slow us down again.”

“Yeah, remember last time? When we were hauling supplies from Santa Monica? It rained so much I got stuck in the mud.”

“…”

The survivors began voicing their complaints, their frustration evident.

Chris and a few of the haulers ran over to Mia, shielding their heads from the rain with their hands.

“It’s raining. How about we let everyone take a break?” Chris suggested, his tone hopeful.

Mia shot him a cold look. “Every time I ask you to move supplies, it’s either windy or raining.”

Chris scratched his head awkwardly. “Can’t help it. The roads out here in the suburbs are terrible. It’s hard enough for us Awakeners, let alone the regular folks trying to haul all this food back to the shelter.”

Mia sighed, relenting. “Fine. But don’t waste too much time. Staying out here is never safe.” With that, she turned and walked toward an old, run-down guardhouse to take shelter from the rain.

Sean and the other Awakeners followed closely behind her.

Chris muttered under his breath, “What danger could there possibly be?” Still, he got to work, leading the haulers to cover the sacks of grain with waterproof tarps. Once the supplies were secured, they packed up their tools and joined the others in the guardhouse.

The rain poured harder, drumming against the roof as they huddled inside. Someone lit a fire in the middle of the room, the flames crackling and casting a warm glow that pushed back the damp chill. bodies were fragile things—too sensitive to both cold and heat. Chris crouched by the fire, warming his hands. After a moment, he pulled out an ear of corn, skewered it on a stick, and held it over the flames to roast.

Brandon, sitting nearby, turned his head to look. “Uncle Chris, uh… what’s that corn taste like?”

Chris gave him a side-eye. “If you want some, just say so. I’ll split it with you when it’s done.”

“Heh, thanks, Uncle Chris!” Brandon grinned, his face lighting up.

The room was lively and warm, filled with chatter and laughter. For a moment, it felt like a small slice of normalcy in the chaos of the apocalypse. But outside, the rain only grew heavier. The sky was a dark, oppressive gray, and sheets of water poured down, creating a mist that hovered just above the ground.

“Man, the weather’s been getting weirder and weirder since the apocalypse,” Sean remarked, still holding his half-eaten apple.

Mia, however, stood by the window, her large, dark eyes fixed on the storm outside. Her gaze sharpened, her body tensing.

“Get ready for a fight,” she said suddenly, her voice low but commanding.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Chris asked, startled.

The room fell silent. Everyone rushed to the window, peering out into the rain. It didn’t take long for them to see it—several figures emerging from the downpour. Zombies. The rain splashed off their decaying bodies as they trudged forward, their grotesque faces twisted into bloodthirsty snarls. They were heading straight for the warehouse.

“Zombies… of course,” Chris muttered, his expression darkening.

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The regular survivors huddled together in fear, while the Awakeners grabbed their weapons and prepared to head out.

The door creaked open, and one by one, the Awakeners stepped into the storm. The rain was relentless, soaking them to the bone, but they didn’t hesitate. Weapons drawn, they took up positions in front of the warehouse, ready to defend it.

“Raaaghhh!” A guttural roar echoed through the rain. The zombies, spotting their prey, became frenzied. Like starving wolves, they broke into a sprint, charging toward the humans with terrifying speed.

This wasn’t the first time the warehouse had been attacked by zombies. It had become a regular occurrence, though no less dangerous.

Chris stood at the front, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. Despite the tension, he remained calm. “At least there aren’t too many of them this time,” he said, his voice steady.

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