Apocalypse: King of Zombies

But something felt off to Nathan. He glanced up at the date.

”Wait a second… It’s not even the day the two Zombie Kings agreed to fight. Why the hell are they already going at it?”

”They’re zombies,” his secretary replied matter-of-factly. ”You think they care about keeping promises? Changing plans on a whim is basically their thing.”

”Huh… fair point.” Nathan nodded, conceding she had a good argument.

Still, no matter how it started, this war was inevitable. And once it ended, the entire balance of power among the surrounding zombie factions would be turned on its head.

Nathan had no idea whether the winning side would come after him next—but whatever was coming, it was coming. Sooner or later, he’d have to face it.

Maybe… the easy days were over.

For a moment, he just sat there, lost, unsure of what to do next.

Then came the sharp click of high heels echoing down the hallway—getting closer. Sophia walked in without knocking, pushing the office door open like she owned the place.

”Huh?”

Nathan looked up, frowning. Something about her felt… off. Her makeup was the same as usual, but the vibe was different.

Gone was the sorrowful, haunted look she usually wore. In its place was a cool, steely resolve. It was like the old Sophia was back—the ice queen, the corporate powerhouse.

”What are you doing here?” Nathan asked, narrowing his eyes.

”The two zombie hives are already at war. And you’re just sitting here doing nothing?” Sophia shot back.

”What else am I supposed to do?”

”Once the Zombie Kings finish tearing each other apart, you’re next. That’s why we need to act now—hit them while they’re distracted. Even if we can’t wipe them out, we can at least weaken them.”

She spoke with calm conviction, like she’d already thought it all through.

Nathan shook his head. ”I’m not sending anyone. For all we know, the Zombie Kings have forgotten about me. If I make a move now, I’ll just remind them I exist—and then I’m screwed.”

”...” Sophia’s face twitched with frustration.

Same old Nathan. Lazy, aimless, just waiting around for death to come knocking.

Good thing she’d come prepared.

”This time, it’s not your call.”

”…What did you just say?” Nathan blinked, staring at her like she’d grown a second head. ”Do you even know who you are? Since when do you get to boss me around?”

”Starting today, I’m taking command of this branch,” Sophia said bluntly.

Nathan’s jaw dropped. He stared at her, completely thrown. ”Sophia, have you lost your damn mind? What the hell are you talking about?”

The secretary rushed to intervene. ”Sophia, maybe you should calm down—”

”No,” Sophia cut her off, eyes burning with determination. ”You’re the ones who need to calm down and listen.”

Just then, the door opened again—and in walked a whole squad of people. Cyborg T-09. The short-haired girl Selene. A few other elite fighters.

Nathan stood up from his chair, his usual laid-back attitude gone in an instant.

”Perfect timing. Sophia’s lost it—get her out of here, now.”

But none of them moved. They just stood there, staring at him.

Selene stepped forward. ”Mr. Nathan, we’re all backing Sophia on this.”

”...What?”

Nathan’s face twisted in disbelief. ”What the hell are you talking about? This better be a joke.”

”It’s not,” Selene said calmly. ”Based on your recent behavior, it’s clear you’re not doing anything. If we wait for the Zombie Kings to come to us, we’re dead. We’d rather take the fight to them than sit here like targets.”

Nathan’s face turned red with fury. ”You’ve got some nerve! Are you out of your damn minds? This is mutiny! I’m calling Richard right now—he’ll have every one of you arrested and thrown into a lab for testing!”

But the group didn’t flinch. They just stood there, watching him in silence.

Nathan spun around and grabbed the satellite phone, punching in Richard’s number. But all he got was a flat, repetitive beep—dead line. No connection.

Sophia’s lips curled into a faint smile. ”Don’t be stupid. I’ve already taken control of all communications and networks in the L.A. branch. You’re completely cut off from the outside world. Whatever happens here today… no one out there will ever know.”

Nathan froze, still holding the receiver. He slowly turned to look at her.

No wonder… even Cyborg T-09 was following her orders. The damn thing’s programming must’ve been tampered with.

Where the hell did she get this kind of power?

This wasn’t just a power grab. There was something deeper going on—something he couldn’t see yet.

”Sophia, stop this. You’re walking straight into a death trap. It’s not too late to back off.”

”No,” she said, shaking her head. ”It’s already too late. I’ve passed the point of no return.”

Their eyes locked. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room fell into a heavy silence.

It felt like a farewell.

They’d always been at odds—bickering, clashing, throwing insults like grenades. But they were still colleagues. And somewhere along the way, all that arguing had turned into something else. Something almost… familiar.

But after today, everything had changed. The line had been crossed. From now on, they weren’t rivals—they were enemies. Real ones. The kind that only one walks away from.

”Phew—”

Nathan let out a long breath, like a balloon deflating. He slumped back into his chair, feet propped up on the desk.

”Whatever. Do what you want. I’m done caring.”

”Good,” Sophia said, turning to leave. ”Then I’ll be taking the team and moving out. Try not to cause trouble while we’re gone.”

With that, she and Selene led the others out of the office.

Nathan watched her go, a strange emptiness settling in his chest. If life was gonna steamroll him anyway… might as well lie down and let it.

He wiped at the corner of his eye. It was damp.

His nose stung a little.

”…Why the hell do I feel kinda sad?”

...

Out in the open plains near San Diego, the two massive zombie hordes were locked in a brutal, chaotic war.

The battlefield was pure madness.

The Zombie Kings roared, hellhounds howled, and the undead tore into each other with savage fury. Even in death, they bit and clawed, desperate to rip flesh from their enemies.

Corpses piled high like grotesque monuments. Black, putrid blood pooled beneath them, forming streams that ran through the carnage—only to be soaked up by more falling bodies.

The sun was setting, casting a blood-red glow over the scene. It looked like hell had cracked open and spilled onto the earth.

Even Big Ears wasn’t unscathed. His body was covered in wounds, but he wore them like trophies.

”Every scar’s a badge of honor,” he growled proudly. ”The road to becoming a true Overlord is paved with blood. Even for someone like me, it takes everything I’ve got!”

”Oh, give it a rest already,” Chompers muttered, his speech slurred. Both his front teeth had been knocked out, and now every word whistled through the gap.

Bighead was nearby, hunched over with his hands on his knees, panting hard. His tightly stretched face was covered in bruises and dents, blood oozing from fresh gashes.

Most of those came from Shrimpy hurling rocks at him like a damn catapult.

Truth be told, Bighead and Chompers were outmatched. Not necessarily because they were weak—but because they were outnumbered. Big Ears had the numbers and the momentum.

And he was loving it.

”These two are barely evolved. One’s got a giant dumb head, and the other’s missing his damn teeth. Let me show you what real power looks like!”

With that, he charged forward again, Shrimpy and the others right behind him.

”Watch this—wind-up punch, coming through!”

”Not again…” Bighead groaned, face twisting in dread.

”Somebody help meee—!”

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