Chapter 129

Chapter 129 I’m The One Handling All The Food Distribution!
One savage bite was all it took-the iron mesh ripped open like paper! Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunfire exploded down the passageway again, a desperate barrage aimed at the swarming zombies. But something was wrong-terribly wrong. These creatures barely flinched. Their leathery, sun-dried flesh had hardened like forged metal. The rounds sparked on contact, skidding off with only faint scorch marks and pitted dents to
show for it.
These weren’t just any infected-they were mutant zombies! Their flesh was like forged bronze, their bones unyielding as iron. Lucas and his squad had seen their fair share of mutant zombies, but these creatures were a nightmare they hadn’t trained for. Never had they faced creatures with skin so dry and calcified that bullets merely ricocheted off, leaving only faint scorch marks behind. Penetration was near impossible. And worst of all, they were blindingly fast!
“Fall back! Everyone, retreat to the entrance-now!” Lucas bellowed, his voice slicing through the chaos. The moment the command was given, the crowd surged toward him, fleeing in his direction while desperately scanning every angle-zombies were everywhere: scuttling along the ceiling, bursting from the walls, slithering underfoot. With each frantic step, the mesh beneath their feet was shredded bit by bit by the zombies clawing from below, teeth gnashing and jaws snapping through the flooring like wire-
cutters.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The corridor was collapsing into a jagged mess of torn wire and gaping holes. From both flanks, the zombies lunged like predators from tall grass, yanking people down into the grain with bone-cracking force. Screams rang out as bodies vanished mid-stride, sucked into the grain piles below- like quicksand, the grain devoured them whole. In the span of mere seconds, their numbers were slashed in half-what had started as a group of sixty or seventy was now reduced to a desperate, scattered handful.
Gunfire, once their go-to defense, quickly proved inadequate-bullets thudded uselessly against the hardened flesh of the mutant zombies. But then came a turning point: they discovered that abilities still had bite. Realizing this, Lucas’ entire team ditched their rifles. No more wasted ammo-now it was raw abilities. Blazing fireballs, crashing waves, spinning blades of metal, and arcs of lightning surged together in a violent storm, exploding outward in every direction.
The clash of abilities carved out a much-needed reprieve, forcing the swarming monstrosities to falter just long enough for the survivors to regroup. “Hurry! Don’t stop!” Panic surged through the crowd as every last spark of abilities was flung wildly in all directions to keep the surrounding horde at bay. They were nearly there-the exit was just mere steps away.
Just then-ka-thud! A thunderous crash echoed down the corridor. At the far end, a colossal shadow dropped from above, slamming into the ground with a tremor that stopped everyone cold. Boom! The hulking figure slowly turned to face them. Towering and misshapen, it was a bloated monstrosity—its flesh blistered and rotting as if it had been cooked alive. What remained of the staff’s uniform clung to its swollen, putrid body in shredded strips, some pieces melted into its decomposing skin. Its face-if it could still be called that—was a melting mask of sagging flesh, half-slid from the skull beneath, as it let out a low, gurgling snarl. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on.net
Rawhhh! With a bone-shaking roar, the monstrous zombie lunged forward, barreling toward Theresa and her group like a runaway freight train. The corridor quaked violently, the floor groaning under the beast’s charge. Ahead loomed an enormous, rotting wall of flesh-the mutated behemoth blocking every inch of escape. Behind them, death surged upward from below; the grotesque swarm had nearly overtaken the last person in line, clawing hungrily toward their heels.
1/2
They were trapped. Hemmed in on both sides, surrounded by death. And the most devastating truth struck like a blade to the gut-their abilities were spent. Not a spark left to fight with! A bloodcurdling scream rang out as a survivor from Horizon Camp at the rear was violently jerked off his feet-his leg wrenched downward by an unseen horror from below. Instinctively, a teammate lunged forward, grabbing his hand in a desperate attempt to pull him to safety. But in the next breath, a zombie slithered up the victim’s back like a shadow coming alive. With a single, brutal strike, it drove its claws straight into his chest, silencing him forever.
Before the others could react, a seething mass of corpse-like zombies-twisting and skittering like monstrous centipedes-descended in waves. They pounced with merciless precision, as if cornering prey in a trap, zeroing in on the last cluster of living flesh. The survivors were jammed together in a panicked heap. Every route-front, rear, sides, even above and below-had been swallowed by the relentless advance of death!
Just as despair settled in and death seemed certain, an immense wall of water suddenly surged up, encasing them in an impenetrable shield unlike anything they had ever encountered. The sheer power of this watery barrier was overwhelming-so intense that, for a fleeting moment, the air turned so arid it felt as if every drop of moisture inside their bodies was being wrenched away.
Bang! All eyes widened in disbelief as countless tiny spheres of water slammed into the zombies’ tough, bulletproof hides like pressurized projectiles, effortlessly piercing the very skin that regular ammunition failed to breach. “From this moment forward, I’m the one handling all the food distribution!” A surge of mist burst forth, violently pushing back every zombie that had been attacking.
The Horizon Camp member, who was in the middle of rescuing his comrade, froze in shock as the claws of a zombie, aimed straight for his heart, grazed through his thick jacket-only to be stopped inches from his chest by an unyielding wall of solid water. In his vision, the water barrier shattered instantly into a multitude of razor-sharp droplets.
These minuscule blades, propelled at terrifying speeds, cut through the zombie’s arm as if wielding water blades. Every single droplet struck like a high-velocity bullet, effortlessly piercing through the creature’s steel-like bones. This sheer destructive power was absolutely staggering! Even the massive zombie looming before them was violently thrown back several meters. Theresa’s relentless barrage of water spheres battered its swollen, bloated flesh, leaving it riddled with crater-like wounds which resembled a pockmarked honeycomb.
2/2