"Reload!" A voice shouted.
A group of people removed their empty magazines from their assault rifles and rushed to reload them. Sweets dripped from their foreheads. Some even had their hands trembling.
"Incoming!" A voice shouted.
The people didn't have to be told twice. They duck their head behind the Humvee, shivering. A journey to retrieve resources turns into a full-out war with the zombies.
And at the far distance, a more gruesome battle was going on. Compared to them, their battle was child's play.
Boom!
A light strike vehicle was sent rolling in the air. A fierce First Circle zombie slammed the vehicle with its huge hammer.
"Get the RPG!" An old man shouted.
He stood from the back of the Humvee and began to release a torrent of bullets toward the incoming zombie. While a young man ran toward the back of one of the Humvees. He opened the trunk and took out an RPG with a trembling hand.
"Now would be a better time." The old man shouted. He jumped to the side, avoiding the huge hammer by an inch.
His back was drenched in cold sweats. He rolled to the ground and picked up his rifle. Though, the bullet did little to no effect on the first Circle zombie. Nevertheless, it was to distract it.
A group of ten people has been reduced to five and the five are fighting with their life on the line. This was a nightmare.
"Incoming!" The young man with the RPG shouted.
The old man didn't dilly dally. He jumped behind a vehicle, covering his head with both hands.
A sound whistles through the air, leaving a trail behind. The First Circle zombie stared at the incoming weapon and swung his hammer.
Boom!
A deafening sound echoed throughout the battling ground and a cloud of dust raised in the air. The First Circle zombie was flying, crashing into the nearby building. No one knew whether it was alive or dead.
Seeing this, the five-breath sigh of relief. But their moment of rest was cut short when they were swarmed by the ordinary zombies.
The group recovers from their initial excitement and takes down the zombies. Although a single bullet couldn't kill the zombie. The bullet was the least of their problems.
"Get into the vehicle! We need to leave." The old man shouted, putting a hole in a zombie's head.
Out of the five vehicles, two were already destroyed. Three of the people rushed into the vehicle, covered by the old man and a young woman in her late 20s. The woman had ghastly in her left arm but she seemed not to care.
She continues to shoot every zombie in her sight. Hatred filled her eyes. Every bullet contained her furry.
"Get him!"
She blinked and looked ready to leave the vehicle and grunted. She jumped into the back of the light strike vehicle and continued to gun down her prey.
A Humvee led the convoy. It crashed everything on its way into pieces. Yet, the zombies continue to chase.
Meanwhile, a deadly battle was going on at the center of the zombies and beast encampment. Two humans were fighting with lives on the line.
Their bodies were filled with various ghastly injuries. However, their determination burns in their eyes. The two individuals watch each other back. They were fighting three First Circle zombies with a multitude of ordinary cunning wolves.
"Watch your back!" Mack shouted.
Hmm!
Merab had just released a powerful arrow when she heard his warning. She jumped to the side based on her instinct but it was late.
Ah!
A cry escaped from her mouth. She staggered back, holding her waist. A lump of flesh was missing from her waist. Yet, she didn't dare to waste a second. She jumped to the side and rolled on the cold hard ground a couple of feet.
Bang!
A dangerous slash cut where she previously stood. She gasped. It became extremely difficult to breathe. She was losing a lot of blood. Compared to Mack, she was a lot worse.
She was a long-range First Circle Existence but her attack was unless against these First Circle zombies. She was furious and hated herself for awakening such a useless ability. It had been long since she cried but now she wanted to cry.
She looked at her surroundings, only to see wolves and zombies. Not ordinary zombies but powerful ones.
Ah!
Bang!
Mack was sent flying with a deadly injury, speeding from his chest to his lower abdomen. He crashed to the ground and puked out some of his innards. His metamorphism blinked and a golden circle above his head dimmed.
He raised his head and looked at the dark sky, filled with regret. Regret for not getting stronger enough. He had been complacent because of his previous achievement but now. It meant nothing.
Yet, he didn't want to die without trying. That thought had been ingrained deep inside his bone from his family. He forced himself to stand up.
A wolf attacked him from the side, he turned abruptly and faced the wolf with an ordinary punch.
Bang!
He was sent flying backward from the force that came from the wolf attack. The wolf only grunts and feels nothing from the ordinary attack.
Suddenly, that ordinary attack awakened some dormant power deep in his soul. Lying on the ground his eyelashes twitch. His chest rises and falls.
'Core power!'
'Core power!'
Mack and Merab murmured at the same time. A streak of golden lightning flashed through the dark cloud.
The wall obstructing them from using their core power was broken. And heaven acknowledges their presence.
An influx of power rushed to every fiber in their body. Their injuries were healing at a visible speed.
Their senses increase to another degree. Also, they now have in-depth knowledge of their power.
Previously, they think they knew how to use their power. But now, they realized how crude it was.
The two stood and looked at each other with a rare smile.
"Shall we?"
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