Apocalypse: King of Zombies

Sean was adamant about his opinion. After all, if his deduction turned out to be wrong, wouldn't that make him look like an idiot?

The two of them argued endlessly over it.

The rest of the group just stood there, looking confused and unsure, silently watching the scene unfold.

Meanwhile, Megan's eyes flickered with a barely noticeable trace of irritation. She subtly scanned her surroundings, as if calculating her next move.

"I've got a way to prove she's the monster right now," Sean said seriously.

"What's your plan?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Simple. Let me punch her. That'll settle it," Sean said, as if it were the most obvious solution in the world.

Chris immediately spread his arms wide, stepping in front of Megan like a human shield.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't even think about it! With the way you throw punches, you'd kill someone even if they were innocent!"

"Move."

"No way! If you wanna hit someone, you'll have to go through me first!"

"Fine by me."

"..."

Chris's face twitched, a bead of sweat forming on his temple.

As their argument grew louder and more heated, the commotion began to draw attention. People outside started gathering, curious about the ruckus, and soon the room was packed with onlookers.

Megan's bright eyes darted around the room, her expression growing uneasy. She took a small step back, her body language betraying a hint of wanting to bolt.

Just then, a girl stepped out from the crowd. She had straight bangs, big, expressive eyes, and a stunningly beautiful face that was completely devoid of emotion.

"Hey, what's all the noise about?" she asked flatly.

"Mia! You're here!" Chris exclaimed, as if he'd just found reinforcements. "Sean's accusing Megan of being a monster!"

Mia's gaze swept over the scene. "And what are you doing?"

"Obviously, I'm protecting Megan," Chris said, puffing out his chest. In his mind, he was already scheming. Megan clearly had a soft spot for him, so if he showed a little more sincerity, wouldn't she fall for him completely?

"True love means wanting the best for someone, even if it's not with you!" he added, trying to sound profound.

"Did you come up with that?" Mia asked, tilting her head curiously.

Chris shook his head. "Nah, I read it in a book."

Mia blinked. She wasn't much of a reader, so she didn't recognize the quote. But as she observed Megan closely, she found herself leaning toward Sean's judgment this time.

Even an idiot could sense something was off. There was no way this was just a baseless accusation.

With a sharp shing sound, Mia unsheathed the katana strapped to her back.

"Let me settle this once and for all," she said coldly.

"Uh…" The crowd collectively froze, stunned by how quickly things had escalated. No one had expected the situation to spiral into a full-blown standoff.

Chris started to waver. He didn't trust Sean, but now Mia was siding with him? Even in his lovestruck haze, he couldn't ignore the growing doubt creeping into his mind.

He turned his head slightly, sneaking a glance at Megan out of the corner of his eye.

"Maybe… you should just take a hit to prove you're not a monster?" he suggested hesitantly.

"WHAT?!" Megan's face, which had been a picture of hurt innocence, suddenly twisted into something feral and menacing. She let out a guttural roar, the pretense shattering in an instant. Realizing she'd been exposed, she stopped pretending altogether. With a swift motion, she darted toward the window, clearly intending to escape.

But Sean had been waiting for this moment. He'd been itching to throw that punch.

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, his fist flying straight at Megan's face.

BAM!

Sean didn't hold back. His punch landed with such force that Megan's head spun a full 360 degrees. Her entire body was lifted off the ground, spinning mid-air before crashing heavily onto the floor.

She lay there, motionless, her head twisted at an unnatural angle, creating a grotesque and eerie sight.

"Is she… dead?"

"Wait, was Megan really a monster?"

"This is terrifying…"

The crowd murmured in shock, their faces pale with fear. Just the thought of what had happened sent chills down their spines.

But then, a sickening crack broke the silence. Megan's head began to move.

Using her hands for support, she slowly pushed herself off the ground. As she stood, her head rotated a full circle, snapping back into place with an audible click.

Her once warm and friendly face was now ice-cold, her eyes brimming with murderous intent. She looked like a predator ready to tear into its prey.

"Hissss…"

The crowd collectively sucked in a sharp breath, instinctively stepping back. The sheer horror of the scene sent shivers down their spines. Weapons were drawn, and everyone braced themselves, their nerves stretched taut as they prepared for the worst.

Mia didn't waste any time. Without hesitation, she raised her katana and swung it forward.

Shhhk!

Megan tilted her head to dodge, but the blade still sliced through her right shoulder, cutting all the way down to her chest. Nearly half her torso was split open.
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But instead of blood pouring out, something far more horrifying emerged—countless writhing tendrils, slithering like snakes, lashing out toward Mia.

Mia immediately crossed her arms in front of her to block.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The tendrils struck her with brutal force, each impact sounding like a muffled explosion. They tore through her flesh, nearly shattering her bones.

Mia was sent flying backward, crashing hard onto the ground.

The crowd gasped in horror, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Everyone, attack together!" someone shouted.

"We've got the numbers! Don't be scared!"

"Kill it! Cut it down!"

The awakened survivors in the shelter weren't exactly pushovers—they'd survived this long for a reason. After snapping out of their initial shock, they prepared to charge forward.

Chris, standing closest to the action, was frozen in place, staring blankly.

He couldn't believe it. Megan really was a monster…

Sean had been right all along.

But just as Chris was lost in thought, a tendril suddenly shot toward him. It moved so fast that in the blink of an eye, it coiled around his neck and yanked him forward with terrifying strength.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill him!" Megan snarled, her face twisted in rage. She looked like a wounded beast, her eyes darting around warily.

The tendrils sprouting from her shoulder writhed and tightened, squeezing Chris's neck harder and harder. His face turned from red to a sickly shade of blue, and it looked like his neck might snap at any moment.

"Uh… what do we do now?" someone muttered.

The group exchanged uneasy glances, gripping their weapons but hesitating to act. No one wanted to risk Chris's life.

But then, from the corner of the room, Mia began to stir.

Slowly, she pushed herself up from the ground. Her arms were covered in gashes, and there was even a bloody hole in her shoulder. Her neck cracked audibly as she moved, her entire body trembling as if it might collapse at any second.

The pain was excruciating, every nerve in her body screaming in agony. Yet her face remained eerily calm, devoid of any emotion.

She didn't even glance at Chris. She didn't care whether he lived or died. Gripping her katana tightly, she began walking toward Megan.

"Stay back!" Megan barked, her voice laced with desperation. She lashed out with a tendril, stabbing it straight into Chris's shoulder.

Shhhk!

Blood sprayed everywhere, pooling on the floor. Chris's face contorted in agony, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge of unconsciousness. The suffocating grip on his neck made his vision blur, and darkness began to creep in.

But Mia didn't stop. Her footsteps were steady, her large, dark eyes fixed intently on Megan.

And then, out of nowhere, she said, "Why… why would you give him such a happy feeling?"

"...What???"

Even Megan, now fully transformed into a monster, froze for a moment, her expression one of utter confusion. What was this human even talking about? Was she insane? She seemed more unhinged than Megan herself.

Chris, on the other hand, looked utterly horrified. His eyes bulged as he stretched out a trembling hand, as if trying to convey the depths of his despair.

The onlookers were equally baffled, their faces pale with tension.

"Is Uncle Chris… asking for help?" someone whispered.

"No," Brandon said, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Uncle Chris is telling us to kill the monster, even if it means sacrificing him."

"..."

Chris's face twitched, his mind filled with regret. He cursed himself for being so blinded by Megan's charm earlier. The old saying was true—love can be a blade that cuts you down. And now, he was paying the price, teetering on the brink of death.

But before anyone could act, Mia's katana began to glow. Sparks of lightning danced along the blade, growing brighter and more intense with each passing second. Her body blurred, and in an instant, she vanished.

She moved faster than the eye could follow, her speed surpassing human limits.

With a single, precise slash, her katana cut through the tendrils binding Chris, severing them cleanly. The blade didn't stop there—it continued its arc, slicing through Megan's neck.

Shhhk!

Megan's head flew from her shoulders, landing with a dull thud on the ground.

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