Chapter 13 – Burning Rage, Flowing Blood
Three days had passed since that meeting. I—Sylvia—was still doing the same thing as before hunting.
The mall that used to be full of zombies was now nearly empty. Its floors were clean of the walking dead, leaving only the stench of death clinging to the walls and dark hallways. The flickering, broken neon lights seemed to breathe in the silence. I remained here, alone, in an eerie stillness... as if the world was holding its breath.
I knew they were still watching me. Drones. Shadows. Hidden cameras. Human eyes spying from afar, thinking I hadn't noticed them.
But I didn't attack. I had never hurt them if they don't attack me first.
I just wanted to live. To walk alone through the remnants of this city, waiting... for something. Anything. Hope? Understanding? Or maybe just... a peaceful end?
But this morning... everything changed.
The sky trembled with the roar of helicopters. The floor beneath my feet shook slightly. I turned and saw them—tanks, fully armed soldiers, snipers positioned on nearby buildings. Armored vehicles surrounded the mall from all sides, like a spider's web waiting to crush its prey.
I looked at them from behind the second-floor window. Not challenging. Not hiding. Just... wondering.
What's going on?
Then suddenly... bullets rained down on me.
I dodged in time. Some shots missed, but several hit my arm and thigh. A sharp pain slashed through me, even though this body was no longer like before.