Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: The apples!

Mia gripped her tachi tightly and charged forward, slicing her way into the zombie horde.

Her movements were swift and fluid, weaving through the undead with precision. The tachi whirled through the air with a fierce whoosh, and every strike cleanly severed a head from its shoulders.

The Zombie Fetus, its black eyes gleaming with malice, observed her with a mix of curiosity and disdain. It hadn’t expected her to face the overwhelming swarm without fear—let alone launch an attack. “Interesting… I’m looking forward to seeing how you squirm when you’re on the brink of death.”

With a flick of its clawed hand, it commanded the massive Zombiezilla to act. The towering beast raised one colossal foot, aiming to crush Mia beneath it.

The sheer size of the foot was staggering, like a mountain rising from the earth. It descended with a deafening roar, the air itself seeming to scream under its weight.

The force behind the attack was immense, carrying the weight of a thousand tons.

Mia’s slender frame was instantly engulfed in the shadow of the descending foot. Her sharp eyes darted upward, and without hesitation, she leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow.

BOOM!

The massive foot slammed into the ground, sending shockwaves rippling through the earth. The impact was like an earthquake, the ground caving in and dirt exploding outward. Trees nearby snapped like twigs, their splinters scattering in the air.

Though Mia had dodged the direct hit, the shockwave caught her, flinging her through the air. She hit the ground hard, her body skidding to a stop.

[Pain Level: 21%]

Behind her, the human Awakeners were locked in their own desperate battle against the zombie horde. Leading the charge were Chloe and Caleb, a sibling duo whose powers complemented each other perfectly.

Chloe wielded ice, while Caleb controlled wood. Both were ranked above B+, and together, they were a force to be reckoned with—capable of holding their own even against some A-rank zombie lords. In the hierarchy of the human refuge, they were among the elite.

Ice walls and wooden roots erupted around them, both offensive and defensive, tearing through the surrounding zombies. The siblings worked in perfect sync, their combined abilities creating a deadly dance of frost and vines.

“Where the hell is Sean?” Chloe muttered, her brows furrowed in frustration. In a situation this dire, his absence was glaring.

Caleb shook his head, his tone clipped. “No idea. Probably still holed up in the refuge. Forget about him for now—focus on killing these things!”

The two continued to unleash their powers, piercing through zombie torsos and snapping necks. The undead howled in agony as black, putrid blood sprayed everywhere, their bodies collapsing in heaps.

For now, the siblings were holding their ground. But the constant use of their abilities was draining, and they couldn’t keep this up forever.

Suddenly, a strange rustling sound came from the nearby forest. It was faint at first, like something slithering through the underbrush, dry leaves crackling under its weight.

A chilling unease began to creep into the hearts of the fighters.

“What… what is that?” someone muttered, their voice trembling. They instinctively glanced toward the forest. Through the dense foliage, they caught sight of a pair of glowing, yellow eyes. The pupils were slitted, like a serpent’s, and they stared back with an unnatural intensity.

The man’s heart skipped a beat, his chest tightening as if he’d just fallen from a great height. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and his limbs froze in place.

Before he could react, a guttural roar tore through the air.

“ROAR!”

In that split second of distraction, a zombie lunged at him, its grotesque jaws snapping shut around his neck. Pain exploded through his body as warm blood gushed from the wound. His vision blurred, and within moments, he collapsed, lifeless.

Chloe turned at the sound, her eyes widening in horror as she saw the man fall. Her voice was sharp and urgent. “It’s a Naga! Don’t look it in the eyes! Stay away from the forest!” She had spent enough time with Mia to know about these creatures and their deadly gaze.

But her warning came too late. Several Awakeners had already been caught off guard, their bodies stiffening as they fell victim to the Naga’s hypnotic stare. The surrounding zombies wasted no time, swarming over them and tearing them apart. Blood and gore splattered across the battlefield as the human formation crumbled into chaos.

Panic set in. The once-coordinated defense devolved into a frantic scramble for survival.

Among the chaos, Chris stood frozen. His body was battered and bleeding from earlier injuries, and his spirit was already fragile after enduring relentless attacks from parasitic creatures. When his gaze accidentally met the Naga’s yellow eyes, it was the final straw.

He stood there, motionless, as if his soul had been drained from his body.

The blood dripping from his wounds only served to excite the zombies further. Their snarls grew louder as they locked onto him, their prey. Five or six of them broke away from the main horde, sprinting toward him with feral hunger.

Chris’s mind went blank. “It’s over… I’m done for…” he thought, despair washing over him like a tidal wave.

From a distance, Chloe saw what was happening. Her jaw clenched, her fists trembling with frustration. She wanted to help, but she was already overwhelmed, barely holding her own position. Even if she tried, she knew she wouldn’t make it in time.

“Mia’s saved Uncle Chris so many times… but it looks like he won’t escape this one…” she thought bitterly, her heart sinking.

But just as all hope seemed lost, a figure burst onto the battlefield.

Sean.

His sharp, determined eyes scanned the scene as he sprinted toward Chris. With a flurry of powerful punches, he sent the zombies flying.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed Chris by the arm and yanked him to safety.

“Hiss… ahh… it hurts!” Chris winced as his wounds tore further, blood seeping out in thick streams. But despite the pain, he couldn’t help but feel relieved—he’d survived yet another close call.

Sean stood over him, his sharp gaze scanning Chris’s injuries. A bulky backpack was slung over Sean’s shoulders, stuffed to the brim and bulging at the seams.

“Uncle Chris, you hanging in there?” Sean asked, his tone calm but concerned.

Chris shot him a pained look, his face pale and twisted in discomfort. “What do you think? But… you showed up just in time. Thanks for saving me.”

“No big deal. I’m used to it,” Sean replied with a shrug, as if rescuing people was just another part of his daily routine.

At that moment, Chloe and Caleb retreated to their position, regrouping with Sean and Chris to hold the line.

“Sean, where the hell were you just now?” Chloe demanded, her voice sharp with frustration.

“I was back at the refuge, helping out,” Sean said casually, patting the backpack on his shoulders. “Managed to grab a bunch of apples too.”

“…” Chloe stared at him, her expression blank, a vein practically popping on her forehead. Apples? Seriously? You’re thinking about food right now?

“Forget the apples! The Naga’s out there wreaking havoc. Get over there and help already!” she snapped, exasperated.

“Alright, alright, I’m on it!” Sean replied, raising his hands in mock surrender before spinning on his heel and charging toward the forest.

The Naga’s ability to paralyze its victims wasn’t just physical—it was a form of psychic control. Creatures like the Naga, with their mental manipulation powers, could use various mediums—be it sound, eye contact, or even subtle gestures—to disrupt or dominate human minds.

Each psychic monster had its own unique way of killing, but Sean? Sean wasn’t fazed by any of it. He was practically immune to mental attacks.

As he barreled through the battlefield, smashing zombies left and right with his fists, he finally reached the forest. His sharp eyes caught movement in a dense patch of undergrowth. A long, scaly tail slithered through the grass—a dead giveaway.

It was a Naga, its upper body humanoid and decayed like a zombie, while its lower half was a massive serpent’s tail.

Sean didn’t hesitate. He strode forward, parting the thick grass with his hands. Sure enough, a pair of glowing, yellow, slit-pupiled eyes stared back at him.

The Naga froze for a moment, clearly startled. When did this human get so close? it thought, its mind racing. It quickly activated its psychic powers, its pupils narrowing as it locked eyes with Sean, attempting to seize control of his mind.

But Sean didn’t flinch. His own sharp, intelligent eyes stared right back, unbothered.

“What are you looking at?” Sean asked, his tone laced with mild annoyance. Without waiting for an answer, he raised his fist and swung. The punch connected with a sickening crunch, and the Naga’s head exploded into a mess of gore and scales.

With that, Sean continued his rampage through the forest, cutting down every psychic monster in his path. Nagas, Zombie Sirens—none of them stood a chance. One by one, they fell to his relentless assault.

Meanwhile, the humans on the battlefield outside felt the pressure ease significantly. With the psychic monsters eliminated, they were able to regroup and reestablish an effective defense.

Sean, however, was just getting started. He was in the zone, tearing through the forest like a one-man wrecking crew. But as he took down yet another creature, a strange sensation washed over him.

It was a feeling of immense pressure, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. A sense of danger prickled at the back of his mind, sharp and undeniable.

Sean wasn’t usually sensitive to these kinds of things, but this presence was impossible to ignore. It was overwhelming.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes scanning the forest. That’s when he saw it.

A towering figure emerged from the shadows, its massive frame dwarfing everything around it. It was half-human, half-beast, its muscular body rippling with raw power. Its eyes glowed the same eerie yellow as the Nagas, but these were far more intense, brimming with a savage, almost primal energy.

The creature’s face twisted into a grin, its sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. It looked… excited.

This was no ordinary monster. This was the undisputed ruler of Santa Monica’s undead—the Azure Scaled Zombie King.

The Zombie King’s gaze locked onto Sean, its expression one of cruel amusement. It tilted its head slightly, as if studying him.

“Well, well… this little human is… quite the peculiar one,”

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