Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Chapter 147 New flavor…

The faint traces of life were barely there—so weak they seemed to flicker in and out, like they were teetering on the edge of death.Ethan, curious, decided to follow the trail. He wandered alone down a quiet path in the neighborhood. The silence was eerie—there wasn't even a rat scurrying about.

The walk was uneventful. Nothing happened.

That is, until he reached a small plaza up ahead. The ground was smeared with dark, dried blood—clearly fresh, though. Something had gone down here, but what?

In the middle of the plaza, a few people were sprawled out on the ground, completely motionless. They looked like corpses, but the faint life force Ethan had sensed earlier was coming from them.

"Unconscious?" he muttered to himself.

He stepped closer to check. Among the group, there were both men and women. One of them was wearing a white lab coat, with an ID badge hanging from their chest.

It read: Santa Clarita Shelter Re

Ethan didn't bother explaining. He wasn't one for wasting words. In one swift motion, he raised his tachi and swung. A flash of cold steel cut through the air, faster than the eye could follow. The square-jawed man's head flew clean off his shoulders.

For a moment, the atmosphere froze.

The remaining four stood there, their friendly smiles frozen in place. Then, slowly, their expressions twisted—gone was the warmth, replaced by cold malice and a murderous aura.

Meanwhile, the square-jawed man's decapitated body didn't collapse. It remained standing, eerily upright.

No blood gushed from the severed neck...