Apocalypse: King of Zombies

A thick cloud of dust and smoke rolled across the horizon, churning like a stampede of a thousand warhorses. Through the haze, the twisted silhouettes of the undead emerged—an overwhelming tide of hundreds of thousands of zombies surging forward.

They covered the hills and valleys in every direction, packed so tightly together it looked like a living ocean, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Among them were all kinds of zombies—fast ones, hulking brutes, grotesque hybrids—and even zombie beasts of all shapes and sizes, all assimilated from various factions along the way.

At the very front, charging like a raging bull, was Bulldozer, his massive frame barreling ahead without hesitation.

”You dare attack our boss? The Zombie King Eastern Titan is here to protect him!” he bellowed.

Laura’s figure zipped through the chaos, appearing beside him in a flash. ”Seriously? You’re still shouting slogans at a time like this?”

”I just missed the boss, that’s all,” Bulldozer replied with a goofy grin.

Behind them, an elite force of undead surged forward like a tidal wave, pounding the earth with relentless momentum.

From within the roiling sea of corpses, a wild, electrifying guitar riff suddenly pierced the air—sharp, chaotic, and full of fury.

It was the signal. The slaughter was about to begin.

The Elegy Zombie King was no longer the same as before. Now, she stood atop a massive zombie elephant, its towering body over twenty feet tall, tusks curved like scythes. No one knew where she’d found such a monstrous mount.

Her fingers danced across the strings of her guitar, each strum sending out a pulse of raw energy. The music grew louder, more intense, and the surrounding zombies responded like they’d been injected with pure adrenaline—screaming, snarling, and charging even faster.

To the right of the horde, a thick black mist began to rise, swallowing the sky in seconds like a moving storm cloud, blotting out the sun.

Mist had arrived—and joined the main force.

”They’re here... all of them...” Chris and the others stared in stunned silence, the realization hitting them like a punch to the gut.

The terrifying Zombie Horde of Los Angeles had finally arrived.

And no one looked more grim than Richard and his team.

”They’re early...”

According to his calculations, the horde shouldn’t have reached them yet.

Maybe it was because Ethan had been ambushed.

Or maybe... this had all been part of the plan from the start.

Either way, the Zombie Horde was here ahead of schedule.

And maybe—just maybe—it had all been orchestrated.

”Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Get ready for battle,” Richard said, his voice low and steady.

The strongest defensive line he’d ever built was about to be tested by the full force of the undead.

But they still had one advantage.

The Zombie King of Los Angeles—their leader—had been separated from the main horde. If their defenses could hold the line, and the Perfect Team could take him out, they still had a shot at winning this war.

It wasn’t going to be easy. But it wasn’t hopeless either.

As soon as Richard gave the order, a swarm of drones in the sky shifted direction with a sharp whine, slicing through the air as they flew toward the horde.

Each drone was loaded with gasoline and capable of spewing fire. Some were even equipped with Crystal Core Blasters—high-powered weapons designed to tear through undead flesh.

The sky lit up with explosions as the drones unleashed hell, raining fire and energy blasts down on the advancing zombies. The scene was nothing short of apocalyptic.

Countless low-level zombies were instantly incinerated, reduced to ash in the inferno.

But then, from within the black mist, a shrill screech rang out.

A swarm of pitch-black crows burst forth, their red eyes glowing like embers. They shrieked and cackled as they shot into the sky like missiles, slicing through the air with terrifying speed.

Each one slammed into a drone with pinpoint precision.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The sky erupted in fireballs, a dazzling display of destruction that looked more like a fireworks show from hell.

”The Zombie Horde is here! Open fire!”

The Awakeners of Genesis Biotech, already in position, pulled their triggers. Crystal Core Firearms lit up the battlefield, launching blasts of multicolored energy into the oncoming wave of death.

But just as they were unleashing their fury, a flash of green shimmered across the battlefield—and then spread like wildfire.

From the cracked, dry earth, vines erupted in every direction, twisting and writhing like serpents.

The Vine Domain had descended—Sprout Zombie King had entered the fray.

His vines lashed out, thick as tree trunks and fast as whips, blotting out the sky and tearing through the ranks of the living.

One by one, the vines pierced through human soldiers, lifting them off the ground like rag dolls.

On the other side of the battlefield, vibrant blossoms suddenly burst into bloom, spreading like wildfire until an entire field of flowers had taken root in seconds.

Anyone caught within was drained dry—flesh, blood, everything—sucked out by the flowers.

Pollen drifted through the air, seeping into people’s nostrils, dulling their nerves, warping their senses.

Within moments, several Genesis Biotech Awakeners turned their weapons on their own allies, eyes glazed over, fingers twitching on the triggers.

”What the hell are you doing?!”

”Stop! That’s friendly fire!”

BOOM!

—Screams—

Under the deadly combo of Daisy 2.0 and Sprout, chaos erupted. Screams echoed across the battlefield as bodies dropped like flies.

The sheer size of the Zombie Horde meant the battlefield stretched for miles. Many Genesis Biotech Awakeners were now locked in brutal close-quarters combat with the undead. voices roared. Zombies shrieked. Blades slashed. Teeth tore. It was a bloodbath—raw, savage, and merciless.

Hundreds of thousands of zombies slammed into the human defense lines, and soon, the ground was littered with corpses. The battlefield had become a living hell.

But inside Sprout’s Vine Domain, something even more horrifying was happening.

The humans who had been impaled and killed by the vines began to twitch violently. Blood smeared across their faces, they clawed their way back to their feet.

Their eyes turned cloudy. Fangs jutted from their mouths. Veins bulged across their faces like black roots. They were no longer human.

They had turned.

This time, Ethan wasn’t fighting another zombie nest. He was fighting living, breathing humans.

And now, several of his top Zombie Kings had broken through to S-rank.

Their infection rate was off the charts.

Any Genesis Biotech Awakener below S-rank couldn’t withstand the virus. One by one, they were infected, transformed into the undead, and turned on their former comrades.

Zombies had always been humanity’s natural predator.

”Shit! We’re not gonna hold!”

”Fall back! Tighten the formation!”

”Watch for infections! Don’t let anyone turn inside the line!”

ROOOAAARRR!

—Gunfire, screams, chaos—

The Zombie Kings were like walking zombie factories, churning out new zombies every second. The more they fought, the bigger their army grew.

But then—BOOM!

Several beams of fused energy came crashing down from the sky, radiating pure destruction. They slammed into Sprout’s Vine Domain and Daisy 2.0’s flower field, obliterating everything in their path.

The vines snapped. The pink blossoms disintegrated into ash.

From the Genesis Biotech side, seven bald young men stepped forward, each one radiating power.

Human flesh alone couldn’t stand against the undead. But human ingenuity? That was a different story.

T-01 through T-07—Cyborgs—had entered the fight.

”These Cyborgs aren’t pushovers,” Sprout muttered. ”Each one could solo two of San Diego’s Zombie Kings.”

”Come on,” Lil’ Shroom said in his usual dopey tone. ”The Four War Generals of San Diego have been dead for ages. Let it go already.”

Just then, Laura stepped forward, her mechanical arm gleaming silver under the sunlight.

”Let me handle this.”

…

As both sides threw down their trump cards, the battle only grew fiercer, more brutal.

But among the core members of the Los Angeles Zombie Horde, two familiar faces were missing—Big Ears and Shrimpy.

That’s because, outside the North American headquarters of Genesis Biotech—where Richard was based—another ten thousand zombies were gathering.

At the front of the pack stood Big Ears.

According to him, ”Sending all four Overlord Squad bosses into one fight? That’s overkill. We’re splitting up.”

So instead of joining the main force, he and Shrimpy had taken a detour, bringing along their newest recruit—Gatorax.

”Didn’t I say I was gonna wipe Genesis Biotech off the map?” Big Ears said, cracking his knuckles.

”Yeah, yeah! Big Ears is the man!” Gatorax nodded enthusiastically.

”Damn right. I always keep my word,” Big Ears said, arms crossed, eyes gleaming.

Right now, the North American HQ of Genesis Biotech was practically empty—most of the combat-capable Awakeners had been deployed to the front lines. Only administrative staff remained inside.

Big Ears looked up at the towering buildings, eyes shining with ambition.

If he could take this place down, it’d be a massive win.

Another glorious chapter in his undead résumé.

Not only had he gone on a rampage with the boss, but he’d also personally taken down Genesis Biotech’s headquarters—parentheses: North America.

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