Just kilometers away from the base, there’s a large boundary made of barbed wires. On the left side, there’s a small tunnel where the vehicles pass. Once a large group of zombies approached this barbed wire, an AI detector would immediately notify the people within the base. They saw few zombies aimlessly wandering close to the boundaries. When the Red Dragon’s humvees passed by them, the sound quickly attracted them, running after the vehicles almost desperately. They would trip several times, yet these zombies would stand up again to chase after them. However, because the humvees were fast, low-level zombies like them couldn’t keep up.“Old Hag, shall we get rid of these chasers?” Patrick sighed, looking at the side mirror from time to time. “Low-level zombies are not worth it to waste our resources. Remember, there’s something stronger we had to face.” Twilight didn’t he

A zombie monarch... In those three years, Farrah just heard a bit about them. In her memories, a zombie monarch was the most feared zombie by everyone. Not because they're simply high-level but because a zombie monarch, based on the stories she had heard, can easily retain their human intelligence. All the zombies within a certain range will follow their orders unconditionally. Having a zombie monarch by their side was nothing but a death sentence. “What should we do? Shall we go home?” Patrick asked, looking outside using the small space of the barely opened window. Twilight gave him a look and cleared her throat. “Is there even a need to ask? Of course, we'll go home. We can't fight it, y'all saw how powerful its sonic attacks are, then what about its actual attack?” “I didn't know we are this unfortunate. In our most prized mission, we encountered an enemy that we just always hear in legends...”  “We can't stay here for

Successfully provoking the enemy, everyone's smile stiffened and turned ugly.    The moment it shoot towards them, Jerald activated her ability Earth Spike. Sharp spike started appearing around the monster, but before it could touch it, the spike started appearing around them instead.   “Illusion again!” Jerald furiously withdrew his ability. Gracea activated Ice Wall and surrounded them like a dome.   “It can't use illusion continuously. Its ability might have a countdown too.” Patrick solemnly reported.   “It's 4-5 seconds in my observation, if we could defeat it in that short of time, it wouldn't be able to use her illusion again.”   Twilight looked at everyone before settling on Farrah and Megan who's left behind. “Doctor, protect Megan. We'll fight this out. Everyone, you know what to do!”    “Yes Captain!”   The Ice Wall f

Farrah pursed her lips, staring blankly at her zombified husband. It hasn't sunk in, but she's getting there. It's definitely better than him being a mindless monster. Though it seems that he really doesn't remember her anymore, at least he wasn't attacking her for now. Dior wasn't doing anything in particular. He was just there, sitting in one corner, dazed and looking like he's lost in his own world. Sometimes he would suddenly growl at Farrah, then would quieten as if nothing happened, seemingly wanting to communicate with her but unable to. The big reversal of things left Farrah overwhelmed too, so she also didn't speak but just continued to watch her husband in silence. She's unsure of what entails this discovery of hers, but she's d*mn well aware she wouldn't give him up in this life. If he could retain a bit of human instincts, it just means there's a huge possibility that he could become a human again—Farrah just needed to find how and why. She just needed that information

“If we can bring back the head of the monarch to the base, we will agree to your proposition. It will be our payment to our dead member's family. Also, if we agree in this deal, how can us be sure that you weren't going to use as a sacrifice?” Twilight spoke lightly, but the challenge in her voice remained evident. She observed the faces of the people in front of them. The man earlier on, a woman with an eyepatch, and a little girl, around Ken and Jerald's age. The captain must be between these two people. It could be the man, but by his words “by the order of my captain” earlier on, it is entirely possible that the captain was this woman with an eyepatch on her left eye. It's just, the presence of the teen girl evoked suspicious and weird feeling inside her that she couldn't explain. It was the eyepatch woman who spoke. “Seriously? Is that all you wanted to ask? I thought it was something bigger like... half of the bounty and the monarch's whole body.” “So it was the bounty you're