Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 427

Chapter 427: They should be here by now…
In the days that followed, everything seemed business as usual. The Zombie Kings of Los Angeles kept circling the outskirts of the San Diego hive, just like they always had—no changes, no signs of escalation.

It was almost like Lil’ Shroom’s infiltration of the San Diego hive had never even happened.

The Zombie Kings of San Diego had started to believe she hadn’t uncovered anything at all. After all, Daisy had intercepted her before she could reach the core zone.

Now, with their focus locked on completing the Ritual Array, they weren’t making any big moves. Even when Ethan’s zombie underlings stirred up trouble on the outskirts, they just hunkered down and held their ground.

They were biding their time.

“Hmph! Just wait. The moment the Ritual Array is complete… that’s the day they all fall.”

That thought alone was enough to keep Daisy and the other San Diego Zombie Kings patient.

Still, Daisy hadn’t let go of the grudge she held against Shroom. That little freak had dared to toy with her. Daisy swore that when the time came… she’d rip that crystal core out of her with her own hands.

Bighead was even more pissed. He’d taken a slap for no damn reason…

Sure, it was Daisy who hit him, but the ones he really blamed were Big Ears and the other L.A. zombies. They’d nailed him in the head with rocks—twice. Then there was Genesis Biotech and the humans from the L.A. shelter. They’d set him on fire. Twice.

Basically… Bighead had beef with every single faction in Los Angeles.

“I’m keeping score,” he growled. “Every last one of you.”

But the one who held the deepest grudge of all was Hellhound. He couldn’t shake the image of Sean’s sharp, calculating eyes. That look haunted him.

Bottom line: every Zombie King in San Diego was seething, holding back a storm of rage they planned to unleash in the final battle two months from now—a blood-soaked reckoning.

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Meanwhile, Ethan stayed holed up at home, absorbing crystal core energy and evolving nonstop.

He was also analyzing the situation in San Diego.

According to Lil’ Shroom’s intel, the hive was packed with zombies—at least twenty thousand elite ones, not counting the zombie hounds and other creatures. The total number was definitely higher.

On top of that, Nightbane had a thousand top-tier elites under his command.

Their overall strength might’ve been a bit below Ethan’s, but not by much. They were a serious threat.

And on the day of the final battle, who knew what might happen? Genesis Biotech, the alien signal—there were too many wild cards.

Word of the coming war had already spread to the human world. Everyone was watching. The outcome would reshape not just California, but possibly the entire United States.

Which meant… other forces might try to get involved.

But no matter what happened, Ethan had only one thought:

“I can’t lose.”

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Time ticked by. The day of reckoning crept closer. The two zombie hives remained locked in a tense stalemate, neither side making any bold moves.

Ethan and Nightbane—two absolute titans—hadn’t shown their faces. It was like they were both silently preparing for the storm to come.

But during this lull, something unexpected happened.

On a moonless, wind-swept night, Los Angeles was swallowed by darkness.

At the Genesis Biotech branch facility, Sophia crept through the corridors, glancing around nervously. She slipped past the patrols and quietly left the building alone.

The howling wind whipped through her hair. Her eyes shimmered with hesitation, torn between fear and resolve. But in the end, she made her choice.

She left the city behind, heading out into the wilderness beyond L.A.

The area was overgrown with weeds, and the distant mountains loomed under the night sky. The wind rustled the trees, turning them into shifting shadows that looked like demons waving her in—welcoming her into the abyss.

Sophia glanced down at her watch. 1:00 a.m. sharp.

“They should be here by now…”

She muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible over the wind. Once a rising star under Richard, now she was nothing more than Nathan’s assistant—a glorified errand girl. From the inner circle to the company’s fringe, her fall from grace had been swift and brutal.

And Nathan? He shot down every suggestion she made, mocking her in front of others like she was some clueless intern. The humiliation was unbearable.

After days of stewing in frustration, Sophia finally snapped. She reached out to the Black Hand Legion.

Meeting with them alone, in the dead of night, out in the middle of nowhere? It was reckless. Insane, even. But desperation had a way of making people bold.

She was nervous—of course she was. She knew exactly what kind of people the Black Hand Legion were. Ruthless. Unpredictable. Capable of anything.

Suddenly, movement in the shadows.

Figures emerged from the dark treeline, their silhouettes tall and imposing as they stepped into the moonlight.

The one in front was a middle-aged man with a wild, untamed look in his eyes. A jagged scar slashed across his face like a crawling centipede. On his jaw, a tattoo of a skeletal head gripped by a black hand twisted grotesquely with every word he spoke.

He was massive—easily 6’6″, broad-shouldered and built like a tank. When he stopped in front of Sophia, he towered over her, radiating raw, oppressive energy.

His scent—sweat, leather, and something darker—hit her like a punch. She instinctively held her breath.

“Evening, Sophia,” he said with a grin that made his tattoo writhe like it was alive. “I’m Slade. Leader of the Black Hand Legion.”

“O-oh…” Sophia’s lips were dry. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure.

Behind Slade, the other Legion members eyed her with open amusement.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Sophia herself. Used to be Richard’s golden girl, and now look at you—out here begging us for help. Life’s funny, huh?”

“No kidding. She used to run a whole Genesis Biotech division. Gotta say, I’m curious to see how far she’s willing to go.”

Their eyes raked over her like she was a piece of meat. No shame, no restraint.

Sophia felt their stares like needles pricking her skin. Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.

“I’m not joining you,” she said coldly. “This is a partnership.”

Slade raised an eyebrow, amused. “And what if I say we’re not interested in partnering?”

She stiffened. She wasn’t the division head anymore. She’d snuck out without clearance. No more corporate protection. No more Awakeners watching her back. If they decided to take her by force… there’d be no one to stop them.

“I…”

“Spare us the act,” one of the younger men cut in, sneering. “You’re just another bitch trying to survive. Don’t pretend you’re better than us.”

“Troy,” Slade said with mock sternness, waving a hand. “Be nice. Sophia’s gonna be family soon, right?”

Sophia bit down hard, forcing herself to breathe. She needed them—for now. The Black Hand Legion was her ticket back to power. And once she was back on top… she’d make every single one of them pay.

Patience.

Slade reached into his pocket and pulled out a USB drive, holding it out to her.

“This little toy was cooked up by our hackers. It’ll crash their networks and rewrite the Cyborgs’ programming. You know what to do with it, right?”

“I do,” Sophia said, nodding. She reached out to take it.

But before she could grab it, Slade’s hand flipped and clamped down on her wrist.

Her eyes widened in shock. She tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron.

“What… what are you doing?”

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