Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Under the pale moonlight, Bulldozer’s massive frame charged forward like a raging bull, his heavy footsteps pounding against the earth. Behind him, on the horizon, a swarm of feral figures emerged, their presence radiating pure malice.

The horde of zombies surged forward with overwhelming momentum, their killing intent sharp and chilling.

Truth be told, the moment Big Ears left the city, a crow had flown overhead. It noticed something was off—his dazed, almost bewitched state—and immediately went to inform Bulldozer.

Bulldozer, being the kind of guy who actually cared about Big Ears, decided to head out and check on him.

And boy, was that the right call.

What he found was nothing short of chaos.

Zombie Siren stood at the center of it all, her brow furrowed, her face twisted into a vicious snarl. It seemed her original plan—to quietly spread parasites—was no longer an option. So, she moved on to Azure Scaled’s backup plan: a full-on suicide assault.

”Attack!” she screeched.

At her command, the parasite-infected zombies lunged forward. They were nothing more than disposable pawns, cannon fodder meant to overwhelm the enemy.

The infected zombies moved with stiff, jerky motions, their postures unnervingly unnatural.

”Huh? What’s going on here?” Bulldozer muttered, his sharp eyes narrowing as he noticed something wasn’t right. Without hesitation, he swung a massive fist, smashing one of the zombies into a bloody pulp. But as its body burst apart, a swarm of parasites spilled out, wriggling and scattering across the ground.

The parasites were grotesque—some as thick as a thumb, others as thin as strands of hair, but all of them stretched over ten inches long. Sensing new hosts nearby, they immediately squirmed toward Bulldozer and the other zombies.

”Heh heh…” Zombie Siren smirked, clearly pleased with the results. Azure Scaled’s plan seemed to be working. The parasites should be able to infect the zombies.

Or so she thought.

’Squelch.’

Bulldozer, however, wasn’t exactly panicking. He glanced around, his small eyes darting suspiciously, as if checking to see if anyone was watching him. Then, with a sheepish look, he bent down, scooped up a handful of the parasites, and—without a second thought—shoved them into his mouth.

Crunch. Crunch. Gulp.

”Been a while since I’ve had these,” he said, smacking his lips. ”Not bad. Thanks, Mother Nature.”

”WHAT?!” Zombie Siren’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She stared in utter disbelief. What kind of sick, twisted move was that? Gross!

The other zombies weren’t much better. Thanks to their advanced evolution, they were fast and agile. Before the parasites could burrow into their bodies, they either crushed them underfoot or tore them apart with their bare hands.

Among the elite zombies, a few mimics even stepped forward. With a casual wave, they released spores that latched onto the parasites. In seconds, red tumors sprouted from the parasites’ bodies, draining them of their flesh and leaving them shriveled and lifeless.

”Man, these parasites make great fertilizer. Got any more?” one of the mimics asked, inspecting the results with a satisfied nod.

”…” Zombie Siren was speechless. This… this wasn’t how things were supposed to go. What kind of freaks were these guys?!

Meanwhile, the parasite-infected zombies were utterly useless. Their stiff, uncoordinated movements made them easy targets, and they were quickly crushed under the might of Bulldozer and his crew.

”This isn’t working. I need to retreat…” Zombie Siren muttered, realizing that if she didn’t make a run for it now, she wouldn’t get another chance.

But just as she turned to leave, a raspy voice echoed from behind her.

”Keh keh keh… Leaving so soon?”

A shadow writhed in the darkness, silent and ominous. Slowly, it rose, taking on a humanoid form.

Zombie Siren froze and turned her head, only to be met with a face shrouded in pure blackness—a shadow given life.

”Shk!”

Before she could react, Little Shadow’s claw pierced straight through her chest. Black, foul-smelling blood oozed from the wound.

For a zombie king like Little Shadow, taking down an elite like her was child’s play.

The zombies surrounding Zombie Siren, still feral and crazed, caught the scent of Little Shadow and charged at him in a frenzy.

But before they could even get close, Little Shadow’s claws flashed through the air. Razor-sharp and precise, they sliced cleanly through the zombies’ heads, sending them flying.

Amid the chaos, Laura’s figure darted through the horde like a ghost. Each time she appeared, another zombie fell, her movements swift and lethal. Wherever she passed, foul black blood splattered across the ground.

What followed was nothing short of a massacre.

Ethan’s elite crew tore through the parasite-infected zombies like paper, ripping them apart limb by limb. Severed arms and chunks of flesh flew in every direction, and in no time, the battlefield was littered with mangled corpses.

Under the moonlight, a thick mist of blood hung in the air, so dense it seemed to stain the glowing moon a deep crimson.

The parasites that spilled out of the fallen zombies didn’t fare much better. Some were consumed by fungal spores, turning into nutrients. Others were simply snatched up and devoured by certain zombies.

Bulldozer, crouched on the ground like an oversized kid playing in the sand, was busy picking up the fattest parasites he could find and shoving them into his mouth.

”Hey! Are you seriously eating junk food again?” Laura’s voice rang out from behind him.

Bulldozer turned his head, not bothering to explain. Instead, he held up the biggest, juiciest parasite he’d found and offered it to her.

”…” Laura stared at him, speechless. After a moment, she tilted her head, considering.

”Fine. Just don’t tell the boss.”

Meanwhile, back in the city, atop a towering skyscraper.

A blood-red moon hung high in the sky, its light casting a long, elegant shadow. Ethan stood there, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant carnage, taking in every detail.

”So messy… so uncivilized,” he muttered under his breath, clearly unimpressed.

The idea of those parasites making their way into his territory disgusted him. The whole plan reeked of desperation, and Ethan couldn’t help but feel disdain for such a crude tactic.

Initially, he hadn’t even considered Azure Scaled a real threat. But now? It seemed like he couldn’t just sit back, eat snacks, and watch the drama unfold anymore. No, it was time to get involved.

After all, it’s only polite to return the favor. And besides… he was in the mood for some ”seafood.”

Elsewhere.

An Aqua Zombie swam effortlessly through the submerged ruins of a city, its movements sleek and fluid. This zombie was one of Azure Scaled’s scouts, tasked with observing from a distance and reporting back—not engaging in the fight.

The scout leapt from the water, landing on the partially submerged rooftop of a skyscraper. There, Azure Scaled and Zombie Fetus waited, eager to hear the results of their plan.

”Well? How did it go?” Azure Scaled asked, his voice calm but expectant.

The scout hesitated, its gaze darting nervously. After a moment of awkward silence, it began to speak, carefully choosing its words.

”Uh… things didn’t go so well. We… almost got played.”

”Oh?” Azure Scaled raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. Clearly, things hadn’t gone as planned.

”And the parasites?” he pressed.

”They, uh… they said they tasted pretty good,” the scout replied awkwardly.

”…” Azure Scaled was at a loss for words. Tasted good? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

The scout, sensing the tension, quickly recounted everything that had happened in painstaking detail, leaving nothing out.

When the story was finished, Azure Scaled fell silent, his expression unreadable.

Not only had the parasites been eaten, but they’d also been used as fertilizer. Was this some kind of charity mission?

”Hmph!” Zombie Fetus let out a sharp snort, clearly annoyed. Without saying another word, it turned on its heel and began to walk away, as if sulking.

Azure Scaled’s gaze followed it. ”Where are you going?”

”Feeding time,” Zombie Fetus replied curtly before leaping into the water with a loud splash, disappearing into the depths.

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Deep beneath the ocean’s surface, in the vast, dark expanse of water, countless mutated fish swarmed toward Zombie Fetus like a living tornado. Their numbers were staggering, easily in the thousands.

But Zombie Fetus wasn’t fazed. It had seen this countless times before. With a casual wave of its hand, a thick black mist erupted from its body, enveloping the fish. Within moments, the entire school froze, their movements halted as the mist paralyzed them.

The mist then began to contract, pulling the fish together into a massive, writhing sphere of flesh—a ”fish ball” nearly 50 feet in diameter.

Zombie Fetus guided the enormous fish ball toward the ocean’s deepest, darkest depths. There, in the pitch-black void, something stirred.

A monstrous, gaping maw emerged from the darkness, its jagged teeth glinting faintly. With one swift motion, it devoured the fish ball whole, disappearing back into the abyss.

And then, silence.

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