Chapter 43: Zombie Wave (5)
The virus had nearly wiped out civilization, but humanity's creativity and firepower—once used to dominate the world—still served as a grim reminder of its unmatched potential for destruction. Even now, no other force could rival humanity's ability to wreak havoc.
"Cole, what's the status of the bombing?" Antonny's voice buzzed through the radio, cutting through the crackle of static.
Cole glanced at the fiery chaos below, his lips curling into a smirk. "Looks like we've taken out two, maybe three hundred thousand."
Antonny's reply carried a faint note of grim satisfaction. "Good. Let's hit them again."
"Roger that!" Cole said, his grin widening as he prepared for another run.
As their planes banked around for a fresh attack, a lone zombie amidst the massive horde slowly lifted its head. Its glowing eyes burned with an unnatural intelligence, tracking the aircraft with eerie precision. Then, it unleashed a piercing, high-pitched scream—silent to human ears but powerful enough to ripple through the air like a shockwave.
The horde reacted instantly. A wave of madness spread like wildfire, the zombies convulsing before their eyes lit up with frenzied intensity. A guttural roar erupted from the masses, shaking the ground as they charged toward the nearest human defenses.
Among them, the Hunters—agile, mutated zombies—sprang into action. Some bolted toward stairwells in the surrounding buildings, while others scaled glassy skyscrapers like spiders, their claws digging into the smooth surfaces with terrifying precision.
As the horde shifted, the area around the strange, intelligent zombie emptied. Antonny, eyeing his original target, cursed under his breath. "Switch targets! Bomb the usual zone!" he barked, steering his plane lower and preparing to release his final two missiles.