Apocalypse: King of Zombies - Chapter 518

Chapter 518: You’re really holding a grudge?!
“What is it? Another monster?”

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, suspicion flickering in their eyes.

Ethan gave a small nod. The silence around them was unnatural—too still. Not a single creature stirred. Even the mutant beast that had been tailing them had stopped dead in its tracks. That could only mean one thing: something nearby was terrifying enough to make even predators freeze.

Mia’s sharp eyes scanned the dim forest. Wisps of fog drifted lazily through the trees like sheer curtains, soft and ghostly.

But aside from that, nothing. No movement, no sound. The whole place had a strange, eerie vibe.

“Let’s keep moving,” Mia said calmly. She didn’t seem too worried—after all, with their strength, they could handle whatever the forest threw at them.

The group pressed on, Mia leading the way.

But as they walked deeper, the forest began to change. Massive ancient trees lay toppled across the path, some snapped clean in half, others leaning against their neighbors like fallen giants. These weren’t saplings either—each trunk was thick enough that it would take four or five people linking arms to wrap around one.

Even lying on the ground, the trees stood nearly as tall as a person.

It was a jaw-dropping sight.

But what really made their blood run cold were the cuts—clean, smooth slices across the trunks, as if something had sheared through them in a single blow.

“Was there a fight here?” Mia murmured.

The others started murmuring among themselves.

“What the hell could do this? Slice through trees that thick like they’re nothing?”

“Don’t tell me… some kind of deep-sea monster wandered into the woods?”

“What is this, Paul Bunyan’s workout trail?” someone quipped.

“…”

Elara’s eyes swept the area, sharp and calculating. No, it wasn’t a giant beast—there were no footprints, no signs of a massive creature stomping through.

Then she spotted something near one of the broken stumps.

Kneeling down, she pulled out a pair of tweezers and carefully picked up a nearly invisible strand.

It was a thin, transparent thread—almost impossible to see unless the light hit it just right. But it was strong. Incredibly strong.

“What is that?” Chris asked, stepping closer.

“Spider silk,” Elara replied. “These trees were sliced clean through by a single strand of spider silk.”

“What?!”

Everyone’s faces twisted in shock.

All these massive trees—cut down by something as thin as a thread?

That meant whatever creature spun that silk was no ordinary spider.

Elara continued, her voice steady but grim. “At the very least, we’re dealing with an S-class mutant spider.”

Ethan nodded thoughtfully. Having a scientist on the team was turning out to be a real asset. Things were a lot clearer now than they used to be.

They’d seen S-class humans and zombies before—but this was their first time facing a mutant spider of that level.

“Let’s go. We’re taking it down,” Ethan said.

“Yeah,” Mia agreed, just about to move forward—

When suddenly, from deep within the forest, a faint voice drifted through the trees. So soft it could’ve been mistaken for a ringing in the ears.

“Help… help me…”

“Wait, did you guys hear that?” Oliver asked, eyes narrowing. “Sounded like someone calling for help.”

“No way… Out here? In the middle of nowhere?” Chris said, skeptical. “Could be a trap. Maybe a monster trying to lure us in.”

Ethan closed his eyes for a moment, focusing. He could sense it—faint, but definitely human. Barely alive.

“There’s someone out there.”

“For real? Then let’s go check it out!” Chris said quickly.

After all, they’d crash-landed on this isolated island and had been wandering through the forest ever since, surrounded by mutant beasts. Seeing another human out here felt like finding a long-lost friend.

And they desperately needed a guide. Without one, they were just stumbling around blind, no idea how long it would take to find a way out.

The group leapt onto one of the fallen trees and sprinted toward the source of the voice.

But they hadn’t gone far when they all came to a sudden stop.

What they saw ahead made their skin crawl.

Deep in the forest, the trees were strung with thick clusters of spider silk and webs of all shapes and sizes. Some stretched from the roots all the way up to the treetops, wrapping entire trunks in layers of glistening threads like massive cocoons.

It was like walking into a nightmare spun from silk.

All around them, animal corpses hung suspended in the webs—some small, some large. A few were still twitching weakly, barely clinging to life. Others had already been half-devoured, their flesh torn away in ragged chunks. The sight was gruesome, stomach-turning.

It looked like every beast in this part of the forest had been hunted and dragged here.

“Holy shit… is this a mutant spider nest?” Oliver whispered, eyes wide with horror.

The faint cries for help were coming from the center of the webbed hellscape, but the dense layers of silk made it impossible to see who—or what—was trapped inside.

Just a few feet ahead, several strands of spider silk stretched across the path. They were nearly invisible, thin as hair, but Ethan could feel the tension in them—like piano wire strung tight. One wrong step, and someone could lose their head.

Tiny spiders, no bigger than a fingernail, crawled along the threads, weaving more silk. They were expanding the nest outward, slowly but surely.

Then they stopped.

They’d sensed the humans.

Suddenly, the little spiders went berserk, their bodies twitching, mandibles clicking open to reveal rows of needle-like fangs. With a high-pitched screech, they launched themselves at the group, trailing silk behind them like grappling hooks.

“Ugh, hell no—” Chris recoiled, skin crawling. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a burst of flame. A wave of searing fire roared forward, engulfing the spiders mid-air.

The heat was intense. The spiders shrieked in agony, their tiny bodies swelling and popping like popcorn kernels. In seconds, they were reduced to ash, their webs disintegrating into glowing embers that floated up into the air like fireflies.

Chris scoffed. “Seriously? You little bugs thought you could take me on? Get real.”

But the others weren’t celebrating. They were tense, weapons drawn, eyes locked on the nest ahead.

And then it came.

A chorus of shrill, echoing screeches erupted from the shadows. Dozens—no, hundreds—of tiny glowing dots lit up in the darkness, moving fast.

Eyes.

Rows and rows of spider eyes, glinting like cold stars, rushing toward them.

A wave of killing intent slammed into the group like a wall.

As the creatures drew closer, the dots resolved into clusters of eight gleaming eyes—dozens of spiders, maybe hundreds, swarming forward in a black tide. Some dangled from above, trailing silk like parachutes. Others leapt from tree to tree, moving with terrifying speed.

They were everywhere.

“Here we go…” Mia muttered, raising her Stellar Fang katana. The blade sang as it left its sheath, a clear, metallic note that cut through the tension like lightning.

The swarm hit.

Spiders of all sizes came crashing down on them—some the size of dogs, others as big as wolves. A few even had silk lines attached to their abdomens, swinging through the air like grotesque acrobats.

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. He did a quick mental count—this was easily on par with a full-scale zombie horde. Maybe worse.

Apparently, even in the jungle, mutant monsters had their own territories—just like the Zombie.

Then came the real monsters.

Two spiders the size of SUVs dropped from the canopy above, their silk lines thick as steel cables. They plummeted straight toward Chris.

“Motherfu—!” Chris yelped, diving backward just in time.

The massive spiders landed with a bone-shaking thud, their legs cracking branches beneath them. They hissed, mandibles snapping, and lunged after him.

“All I did was roast a few of your kids! You’re really holding a grudge?!” Chris shouted as he scrambled away, dodging between trees.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was already locked in combat.

Brandon activated his ability—Blood Burst. A shockwave of crimson energy exploded outward, blasting apart clusters of spiders. Green blood sprayed in all directions, sizzling as it hit the ground.

Larger spiders that got too close began to slow, their movements sluggish.

Griffin didn’t waste the opening. He darted in, blade flashing, slicing through the stunned creatures with brutal precision.

The two of them moved in sync—Brandon blasting, Griffin cutting. It was almost like they’d trained together.

Almost.

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