Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Chapter 15 - 15: They’re… they’re really digging their way in!

With the zombies' innate sharp senses, Ethan had already picked up on the commotion inside the building.

Faintly, he could also smell a strong scent of blood, as if something unusual had happened in there.

His three zombie underlings clearly sensed the presence of prey as well. A gleam of excitement flashed in their eyes, like starving predators catching the scent of fresh blood.

Without needing a signal, they all bolted toward the fortress-like building, their movements swift and feral.

Inside that building, a group of survivors had indeed gathered.

There were about a dozen of them, including a few construction workers, some streetwise thugs, and the construction site's developer—Warren Whitaker.

Warren Whitaker wasn't just anyone to Ethan. He was an "old acquaintance." Not only had Warren once bought out Ethan's farm, but he'd also loaned Ethan money before the apocalypse—a debt that had since become a thorn in Ethan's side.

When the apocalypse broke out, Warren had been inspecting the construction site with his crew.

After realizing zombies were attacking, he quickly organized his men and used steel and concrete to build a sturdy fortress. By sheer luck, they survived the initial chaos and made it this far.

Now, Warren was still the leader of this fortress.

He, along with his trusted right-hand man Damian Flint and a few loyal enforcers, held the fate of the survivors firmly in their hands.

"Warren, none of the people we sent out… have come back," Damian said, frowning, his voice tinged with unease.

Warren's expression darkened. He knew that while the fortress was solid, their supplies were a serious problem. The food had long run out, and everyone was so hungry their ribs were practically touching. Even walking had become a struggle.

"If it really comes to it…" Warren muttered, hesitating, "we might have to… eat some human meat to get through this. But… I'm not sure if it'll cause prion disease."

"Boss, it shouldn't," a bespectacled woman interjected. She was Warren's secretary—calm and intelligent.

"From my re

Warren's face turned pale.

He never imagined that the fortress he had painstakingly built would be breached by a single excavator.

"Grab your weapons! Get ready to fight!" Damian whipped around and shouted at the people behind him.

The survivors inside the fortress sprang into action. Construction workers, street thugs, even Warren's secretary—all of them grabbed whatever they could use as a weapon.

Someone picked up a steel pipe. Another pulled out a machete. One person even hefted a double-barreled shotgun.

And then there was the most over-the-top of them all—someone dragged out a chainsaw, revving it up with a loud whirrrrr.

Their weapons might have been a chaotic mix, but their sheer numbers and determination made for an intimidating sight.

"Yeah! Let's take them on!"

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