Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Space brick
Shrimpy and Locomotive were also knocked to the ground by the shockwave, their faces twisted in pain.

“Wait… Big Ears, how the hell did you end up ahead of us?” Shrimpy looked up, confused.

Big Ears forced himself to suppress the pain, putting on a calm front.

“Come on, you know my speed. I can run a hundred meters in under three seconds.”

“Oh, damn. Respect.” Shrimpy nodded in admiration.

Big Ears glanced at them. “You guys alright?”

“Still breathing!” Locomotive grunted from the side.

The three zombies were covered in dust, looking absolutely wrecked as they struggled to get back on their feet. Internally, they were all feeling pretty damn unlucky.

In a city this massive, what were the odds of almost getting crushed by a freaking meteorite? Talk about bad luck—pure, dumb misfortune.

They turned their heads toward the impact site. Thick smoke and dust billowed from the crater, cracks spiderwebbing outward across the ground.

Nearby buildings had partially collapsed, debris still tumbling down with loud crashes.

“Let’s go check it out.” Big Ears motioned forward.

Shrimpy hesitated. “What if there’s, like… aliens or something?”

Big Ears smirked. “Look at you, all cautious. I was listening just now—didn’t hear anything alive.”

That reassured Shrimpy. His attitude flipped instantly. “Even if there were aliens, so what? The three of us would just smash ’em to bits!”

With that, the three zombies hobbled forward, supporting each other as they made their way toward the crater.

The pit was deep—at least fifty feet down. Smoke still curled from the impact site, waves of heat radiating off the ground. Scattered debris smoldered, tiny flames flickering here and there.

Standing at the edge, they peered inside.

At the very center of the crater, something dark and solid stood out against the scorched earth.

“That… doesn’t look like a meteorite,” Locomotive muttered, frowning.

“Yeah.”

Big Ears nodded. Most meteorites were round, but this thing? It was rectangular. Thin. Almost like… a black slab of stone.

Seeing no immediate danger, the three zombies jumped down into the crater, moving closer to investigate.

Once they got a better look, they confirmed it—it was a slab. It was embedded at an angle in the center of the pit, looking completely out of place.

It was about three feet long, two feet wide.

Two of its edges were perfectly straight, sharp right angles, as if they’d been precisely cut. The other two edges, though, were jagged and uneven, like it had been broken off from something larger.

It looked like a fragment—ripped from a bigger whole.

But what really caught their attention were the two thumb-sized holes near the center, surrounded by strange, intricate carvings.

The patterns were bizarre, twisting and curling around the holes, extending all the way to the edges of the slab. There was no way this was naturally formed.

“Who the hell threw a brick down from space?” Shrimpy muttered, looking both confused and annoyed.

“I don’t think this is just any brick…” Big Ears rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Then what is it?”

“This, my friend, is a space brick.” Big Ears declared dramatically.

The other two zombies rolled their eyes. They’d expected something more profound.

Locomotive thought for a moment. “Maybe we should take it back to the boss. He might know what it is.”

“Good idea. If he finds it useful, we might even score some points.” Big Ears agreed immediately.

And with that, they got to work.

Big Ears stepped up first, gripping the slab’s edges and pulling with all his strength.

But within seconds, his face contorted—like he was trying to take the biggest dump of his life.

The damn thing wouldn’t budge.

“Uh… little help here?”

“Oh, right!”

Shrimpy and Locomotive stepped in, and the three zombies braced themselves, gripping the slab together.

“Alright, on three—one, two… three!”

They pulled with everything they had.

Shrimpy had always been a strength-enhanced zombie, his physique naturally tougher, while Locomotive had injected an evolution serum, making him pretty damn strong too.

Finally, with all three of them straining together, the embedded slab began to shift, scraping against the ground with a teeth-grinding screech.

Boom!

The slab came loose, and thanks to the sudden release of tension, all three zombies tumbled backward, landing flat on their asses.

“Whew—damn near killed me,” Big Ears groaned, rubbing his sore back.

Shrimpy, still catching his breath, frowned. “Why the hell is this space brick so heavy? What’s it even made of?”

“No clue. But the heavier it is, the more valuable it’s gotta be. So, congratulations—the job of carrying it back is officially yours.” Big Ears grinned.

“Huh? Wait, hold up—what about you?” Shrimpy narrowed his eyes.

Big Ears immediately put on a pained expression, clutching his waist with one hand. “I just ran a hundred meters in three seconds. My back’s killing me.”

Shrimpy: “…”

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And so, the three of them began the long, grueling trek back with the slab.

It was so damn heavy that they had to stop every few minutes, making the journey slow and miserable.

Big Ears couldn’t help but reflect—out of all the battles he’d fought, all the injuries he’d taken, nothing had drained him as much as hauling this stupid rock.

Normally, they could make it back to Los Angeles in just three hours.

This time? It took them a full seven.

By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, the sun was already rising.

They finally let out a collective sigh of relief and immediately called for backup.

Before long, a massive figure approached—Bulldozer, the hulking brute of a Zombie King.

He reached out with one hand to grab the slab, but even with his monstrous strength, his grip faltered for a split second.

“Huh? This thing’s heavier than it looks.”

“Bulldozer, heavy means valuable. Hurry up and take it to the boss,” Big Ears urged impatiently.

Bulldozer nodded. Made sense. Judging by the weight, this thing would probably be great for cracking open nuts…

Without further delay, they started heading toward the skyscraper.

Along the way, they attracted a lot of attention. Curious zombies began following them, intrigued by whatever the hell they were carrying.

By the time they reached the base of the tower, a massive horde had gathered, completely blocking the streets.

Up above, Ethan sensed his subordinates approaching. His figure gradually faded from his home, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the street below.

The moment the zombies saw him, they all bowed their heads in respect, creating a scene of absolute submission.

Big Ears immediately stepped forward. “Boss! Last night, we were patrolling Rancho Cucamonga when we ran into some serious trouble. You almost lost me!”

Ethan glanced him over. “You look fine to me.”

Internally, he was a little curious. Rancho Cucamonga was practically a ghost town now—what kind of danger could they have possibly run into?

Big Ears thumped his chest. “Of course! Good thing I’m fast—I ran a hundred meters in three seconds.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “And did you catch the hit-and-run driver?”

Big Ears nodded enthusiastically. “Yep, found him.” Then he waved a hand. “Bulldozer, bring it over.”

“On it!”

Bulldozer responded immediately, stepping forward with the slab in both hands. His posture was oddly reverent—like a waiter presenting a dish to a VIP.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed as he studied the slab, especially the strange carvings covering its surface. They looked almost like runes.

Big Ears, Shrimpy, and Locomotive took turns recounting the events of the previous night, their storytelling animated and full of exaggerated gestures.

Ethan listened, mildly surprised. So this thing had fallen from space?

His gaze landed on the two holes in the slab.

They were perfectly smooth, identical in size—definitely not naturally formed.

A thought struck him.

The size of those holes… they looked an awful lot like they could fit a Radiant Crystal.

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