The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 165

Chapter 165: No One in Miles
Athena moved through the deserted streets of the suburbs, the eerie silence pressing against her ears.

The once-bustling neighborhood was now nothing more than a graveyard of abandoned cars and lifeless houses.

Windows were shattered, doors left ajar, and signs of struggle were everywhere, blood smeared on the sidewalks, deep claw marks on walls, and burnt-out remnants of failed barricades.

She didn’t stop to dwell on the tragedies that must have unfolded. Whenever she saw movement, she acted swiftly.

Zombies lurched toward her, some slow and rotting, others unnervingly quick. With her sword gleaming in her grip, she dispatched them effortlessly.

Each slash was precise, her blade cutting through decayed flesh like butter. Some of the undead shrieked, their inhuman wails piercing the air before they collapsed into stillness.

Athena barely broke a sweat. She had lost count of how many she had killed by the time she reached the military outpost.

When she arrived, she expected resistance, perhaps some remaining soldiers, survivors seeking refuge, or at the very least, a few stray zombies.

But what she found instead was nothing. No movement, no sounds, just emptiness.

The gate hung open, swinging slightly in the breeze. Bullet casings littered the ground, along with dried blood stains that told stories of a past battle.

The main entrance had been forced open, and the whole place seemed abandoned in a hurry.

Her first instinct was caution. Athena checked every corner, making sure no threats were hiding in the shadows.

But the deeper she explored, the more obvious it became, there was no one left.

Something felt off. Why had they left so much behind? If this outpost had been abandoned, why hadn’t the soldiers taken their weapons and vehicles?

She shook the unsettling thoughts away. This was an opportunity. If no one was here, then everything left behind belonged to her now.

Athena systematically raided the outpost, starting with the armory.

She broke into the secured storage rooms and found racks of assault rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, and ammunition.

Crates of explosives, grenades, and combat knives were neatly lined up, untouched. She stored everything inside her soul space.

Next, she moved to the vehicle bay. Several military jeeps, trucks, and even an armored tank were still there, their engines covered in dust but otherwise in working condition.

She took them all, not knowing when they might come in handy.

Medical supplies were her next priority. She grabbed everything, bandages, antibiotics, painkillers, syringes. If she ever got injured, these would be invaluable.

Once she had emptied the outpost of everything useful, she moved to the back, where the intelligence station was.

Rows of monitors, now inactive, sat in a dimly lit room filled with scattered documents. She searched through the files and found a detailed map.

Her eyes scanned the pages, and her lips pressed into a thin line. The military had relocated.

If she was in the south, then the main base was in the north, far beyond where she had ever traveled before.

It would take days, possibly weeks, to reach it. And she had no idea what condition the roads were in.

Still, it was her only lead. If there were survivors, they would be there.

Athena took the map and stepped outside. The sun was already beginning to lower in the sky, casting an orange glow over the abandoned outpost.

She inhaled deeply. Her journey north would not be easy.

The first stretch of her journey was simple. She chose one of the military jeeps she had taken and started driving, avoiding heavily congested roads filled with abandoned vehicles.

For the first few hours, the land around her was eerily quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional rustle in the bushes.

But as she pushed further north, the destruction became worse.

Bridges had collapsed, highways were blocked with overturned trucks, and the cities she passed through were filled with more zombies than she had ever seen.

Some of them weren’t normal.

Athena noticed that some zombies moved with disturbing speed, their eyes glowing faintly as they lunged at her vehicle.

Others had grotesque mutations, elongated limbs, twisted jaws that opened far too wide, and grotesque tumors pulsing under their rotting skin. She didn’t hesitate.

With one hand on the wheel, she rolled down her window and fired a few clean shots with a military-grade pistol. The bullets tore through their skulls, dropping them instantly.

As she traveled, she made frequent stops to gather supplies. Grocery stores had long been looted, but she still managed to find useful items, bottled water, canned food, batteries.

She stored them all in her soul space. Some nights, she couldn’t find shelter and had to sleep in the jeep, parked in an open area where she could see any approaching threats.

On the fourth night, she encountered her first real challenge.

She had stopped near the ruins of a gas station, hoping to refill her vehicle. The moment she stepped out, she felt it, a heavy presence in the air.

The scent of decay was stronger here, almost suffocating. Then she saw it.

A massive creature stood at the other end of the gas station, its hulking form casting a shadow under the dim moonlight. It was not a normal zombie.

Its body was covered in thick, armor-like skin, and its arms were unnaturally long. The moment it spotted her, it let out a guttural roar that shook the air.

Athena’s grip tightened on her sword. The creature charged.

She dodged, rolling to the side as its massive fist crashed down where she had stood a second ago, shattering the pavement.

She slashed at its arm, but her blade barely cut through its thick hide. The creature swung at her again, but this time she was ready.

She jumped, flipping over its attack and landing behind it. With quick precision, she cut deep into the back of its knee. The creature howled, stumbling forward.

Seeing an opportunity, Athena lunged, driving her sword into the base of its skull. The purplish aura of the blade pulsed violently as it absorbed the monster’s energy.

With one final shriek, the creature collapsed. Athena stepped back, panting. This was only the beginning.

If there were more creatures like this out there, then reaching the military base would be far more dangerous than she anticipated.

She cleaned her blade, got back into her vehicle, and drove off, leaving the corpse of the monstrous zombie behind.

She needed to move faster. She needed to find the survivors. And she needed to be ready for whatever came next.