Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: A walking meatball?
At this moment, chaos was spreading rapidly throughout the shelter. The zombie virus was out of control, and humanity was steadily losing ground.

In Sector A, the shelter’s leadership was gathered around a large conference table, anxiously discussing their next move. Over a dozen people were present, all eyes fixed nervously on the man at the head of the table—Takeshi Sakazaki, the shelter’s leader.

“The zombie virus is about to reach Sector B. Any ideas on how we handle this?” Takeshi asked, his voice tense.

“Mr. Sakazaki, I think the shelter might fall this time. We should preserve our strength and evacuate while we still can,” one of the executives suggested cautiously.

The shelter itself wasn’t exactly state-of-the-art, but it had plenty of exits—especially for the higher-ups, who had their own private escape routes.

“Run away?” Takeshi frowned deeply, clearly unwilling to abandon the shelter. “I’d rather die fighting, even if it means getting bitten by those damn zombies, than run away like a coward!”

“But Mr. Sakazaki, those zombies are incredibly fierce. If we wait until they reach Sector A, we might not even have a chance to escape.”

“Hmph! Ridiculous! Those zombies have just been infected; they’re still low-level. It’s only because the people in Sectors D and C are weaklings that they couldn’t hold them back. The weak deserve to be eliminated!” Takeshi declared firmly.

The room fell silent. Harsh as it sounded, his words did have some logic.

Normally, newly infected zombies should be weak and easy to handle. Without intelligence or evolved abilities, they could be easily tricked or trapped—burned, cornered, or eliminated in countless ways.

But these zombies were different. They seemed organized, disciplined, and impossible to fool. It was as if some unseen force was guiding them.

“So, Mr. Sakazaki, what’s your plan?” another executive asked nervously.

“Dealing with low-level zombies is simple. Just send out our strongest Awakeners,” Takeshi said confidently.

“Are you sure that’ll work?” The others exchanged doubtful glances.

At that moment, Takeshi called out a name with absolute confidence:

“Daigo Makino!”

As soon as he spoke, the conference room doors slid open, revealing an enormous figure. Standing around six feet tall and weighing at least 660 pounds, Daigo was a mountain of flesh, his body exaggeratedly obese. He was holding a roasted lizard, casually chewing on it, grease dripping down his chin.

“Hehehe, you called for me, Adoptive Father?” Daigo chuckled, his eyes squinted into tiny slits by his massive cheeks.

“Yes,” Takeshi nodded. “Take some men and wipe out those zombies. Even if you can’t kill them all, at least hold them back outside Sector B.”

“Oh, sure thing! I love smashing zombies,” Daigo replied cheerfully.

Before the apocalypse, Daigo had been a sumo wrestler. Perhaps due to his natural talent, he’d evolved into a powerful Strength-type Awakener. With his A-level strength, he was easily the strongest fighter in this modest shelter.

Daigo quickly finished off the roasted lizard, wiped his greasy hands on his massive belly, and lumbered out of the room. The ground trembled slightly with each heavy step he took.

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Meanwhile, at the boundary between Sectors C and B, a large iron gate was barely holding shut. Thousands of zombies pressed against it from the other side, causing the metal to groan and warp dangerously.

The gate was flimsy and poorly constructed. Countless zombie fingers squeezed through the gaps around the edges, wriggling grotesquely. The sight alone was enough to trigger anyone’s claustrophobia.

“Ice Wall!” shouted a B-level elemental Awakener, desperately trying to reinforce the gate with freezing energy. A thick layer of ice quickly formed, temporarily stabilizing the gate.

But the ice soon cracked under the relentless pressure, clearly only buying them a few extra moments.

“What the hell do we do now?” someone muttered anxiously, panic spreading among the defenders.

BOOM!

With a deafening crash, the iron gate finally gave way under the relentless pressure. The ice shattered instantly, exploding into countless shards across the floor.

The zombies piled up behind the gate surged forward, tumbling inward like a tidal wave. Their bloodshot eyes locked onto the humans ahead, and they scrambled to their feet, charging forward with savage hunger.

“Run! Run for your lives!”

Seeing the zombie horde flooding in, people turned around in panic, ready to flee.

But just then—

The ground began shaking rhythmically, and a massive figure appeared ahead, charging straight toward them. His enormous body jiggled with every step, rippling like waves on a pond.

It was none other than Daigo Makino, the sumo wrestler!

Like a human wrecking ball, Daigo barreled forward at full speed.

“Out of the way!” someone shouted, and the crowd quickly parted, clearing a path for him.

Squinting his eyes, Daigo showed no fear as he charged headlong into the zombie horde alone.

With his massive frame and incredible strength, he smashed into the zombies, sending them flying in all directions. Some were hurled into the air, while others were crushed outright beneath his enormous bulk.

Blood and gore splattered everywhere, covering Daigo from head to toe.

But the zombies were relentless. Roaring furiously, they leaped onto him, biting and clawing at his thick flesh.

In moments, Daigo was covered in zombies clinging desperately to his body. Yet, as a strength-type Awakener, his physique was incredibly tough. His thick, rubbery skin was nearly impossible for the zombies’ teeth to penetrate.

To Daigo, it felt like dozens of clothespins pinching his skin—uncomfortable, but hardly painful.

He grabbed one zombie by the skull, squeezing with terrifying force until its head exploded with a sickening crunch. With his other hand, he shoved another zombie’s chin upward, snapping its neck backward at a grotesque angle.

Daigo stood alone against the zombie horde, like a Spartan warrior holding the line against impossible odds.

These zombies were indeed low-level, posing little threat to an A-level Awakener like him. In theory, as long as Daigo didn’t tire out, he could keep killing zombies indefinitely.

“Whoa! He’s incredible!”

“No wonder he’s the strongest guy in the shelter!”

The Awakeners behind him felt their spirits surge. Inspired by Daigo’s bravery, they stopped running and began unleashing their own abilities, joining him in the fight.

The zombie horde began to falter, slowly retreating. At this rate, they’d soon be wiped out completely.

But hidden in the shadows behind the zombie swarm, a pair of bright eyes watched the battle unfold intently.

It was Ethan, who had just emerged from the lab.

He noticed the chaos among the zombies and saw a huge, round figure thrashing around in the middle of the horde. Zombies flew through the air around him, obscuring Ethan’s view.

“Is that a walking meatball?” Ethan muttered, squinting to get a better look. After a moment, he realized it was actually a person—just incredibly overweight.

“That’s a lot of meat on one guy…” Ethan thought to himself, amused. “With all that fat, he’s probably got high cholesterol and diabetes. Eating him probably wouldn’t even be healthy for the zombies…”

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