Semua Bab Reborn Before The Climate Apocalypse : Bab 11 - Bab 20

"Two hundred and forty-one... or was it forty-two?" I muttered, wiping a splash of purple zombie goo off my tactical goggles. "No, wait. Forty-two was the one that tried to chew on my left boot. So this one makes forty-three!"I drove my dark-infused hunting knife down into the skull of a bloated, graying zombie that had tumbled out of an abandoned bakery.CRUNCH!A small, glowing purple core popped out of its temple, rolling across the flour-dusted pavement. I picked it up, letting it melt instantly into my palm.Ding![Target Eliminated! +5 Energy.][Current Energy: 85/100.]"System, can we get an automated tally counter?" I asked, looking up at the empty sky. "Keeping track of forty-three dead walkers while walking through Frosthaven is giving me a headache!"The floating blue System window gave a faint, silent pulse, completely ignoring my request for a kill-counter upgrade."Rude," I deadpanned, stowing my knife back into its hip sheath.I leaned against the rusted doorframe of t

The town square looked like a battlefield from a big-budget action movie, except the special effects were real and currently trying to eat people. "Suppressing fire! Marcus, cover the left alley!" a deep, commanding voice bellowed over the continuous thunder of automatic rifle fire. "Victor, don't let them flank the carrier!" I crouched on the second-floor fire escape of an abandoned pharmacy, peering through the iron railing. Below me, a platoon of heavily armed soldiers in pitch-black tactical gear was pinned down behind two armored troop transports. Surrounding them was a sprawling horde of at least two hundred zombies, their milky eyes glowing under the flickering streetlights. And right in the dead center of the chaos stood Commander Adrian Black. He was a human thunderstorm. Blue arcs of high-voltage electricity danced across his shoulders, snapping against the concrete with deafening CRACKS. Every time he swung his fist, a shockwave of lightning tore through three zombies a

“You cannot be serious," I said, staring at Commander Adrian Black as he stood on the hood of his armored troop carrier, his arms crossed over his tactical vest like a statue carved out of stubborn granite. "A contractor? I don't sign contracts, Sparky. I'm a freelancer. A lone wolf. A solo operator who doesn't like shared custody of zombie loot!""The contractor agreement is non-negotiable," Adrian replied, his deep voice carrying over the noisy courtyard of Base Alpha. "You operate within our tactical sector, you coordinate with our squad. You receive supply prioritization, weapons support, and access to our long-range intelligence.""I have my own supply prioritization!" I shouted up at him, gesturing vaguely toward my chest where my invisible sub-dimension Space was currently resting with four hundred cubic meters of raw inventory. "It's called I keep everything I find!""She's got a point, Commander," Kai called out from the side of the vehicle, idly tossing a potato peeler from

"Oh look, a human sparkler!" I yelled over the crackle of burning asphalt, balancing on the hood of a charred sedan. "Ethan, take notes! That is how you do fire! Yours looks like a dying candle on a damp birthday cake!""I heard that!" Ethan shrieked from the parapet wall, waving his singed sleeves wildly. "Mine has character! It's an intimate flame!""It's an intimate embarrassing failure!" I cackled, ducking as the Fire Zombie tossed a fiery fireball straight at my head.WHOOSH!The fireball missed my goggles by three inches, slamming into an abandoned parking meter behind me and instantly melting the metal post into a gooey puddle of bubbling bronze."Whoa, okay, spicy!" I whistled, fanning the hot air away from my nose. "Zero points for accuracy, but ten out of ten for dramatic heating! My skin was getting a bit chilly anyway!"The Fire Zombie let out a deep, wet gargle that sounded like a volcano trying to clear its throat. Bright orange flames flickered through the cracks in its

"If I had a dollar for every time we walked into a dark, terrifying basement filled with blood trails and secret corporate logos, I’d have two dollars," I whispered, flicking my wrist to summon a tiny, crackling ball of black fire. "Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it’s happened twice!""Keep your voice down, Mia," Adrian muttered, his tactical flashlight cutting through the thick, foggy air of the subterranean hospital corridor. His heavy boots made zero sound on the damp concrete floor, a stark contrast to my noisy, exaggerated tiptoeing. "This facility isn't on any public municipal blueprint. It’s an unauthorized bio-containment grid.""Oh, sweet! A secret evil lair!" I cheered quietly, stepping over a shattered glass IV bottle that crunched like potato chips under my boot. "I hope they left free samples! Or a super-villain swivel chair!"Behind us, Kai, Marcus, Maya, and Ethan crept forward in a tight tactical formation. Kai was practically glued to Marcus’s giant riot shiel