Chapter 126: Singuilum
Kane, the man who'd taken charge of the Imperial Capital Base, barely had time to enjoy his newfound power. His dream of ruling like a king was shattered by grim news: a massive zombie horde was heading straight for them. It had started small. A regular zombie wave, nothing they hadn't seen before. But this one didn't stop. Every city it passed through swelled its ranks, turning it into an unstoppable, ever-growing force. What had started as a manageable threat was now a monstrous tide of death.
The scale was beyond comprehension. Satellite images showed an endless sea of zombies stretching as far as the eye could see. Even mutated zombies, numbering in the tens of millions, were just a fraction of the total horde. The tsunami of zombies swept across the land like a relentless, black wave. Even the massive super zombie, powerful as a Juggernaut, was no more than a droplet in this dark ocean. "How... How could there be so many zombies!?" Kane's voice trembled as he stared at the satellite images, his face pale with disbelief.
Around him, the intelligence officers exchanged uneasy glances. Though some looked at him with thinly veiled contempt, none dared let him notice. They had warned him days ago. Back then, the zombie tide was barely in the hundreds of thousands, not even close to a million. If it had been the old general in charge, he'd have taken decisive action—calling in bombers to obliterate the horde before it grew out of control. But Kane wasn't him.
Kane's priorities lay elsewhere—parties, luxury, and turning the Imperial Capital base into his personal palace. He dismissed the early warnings, letting the zombie tide grow unchecked until it exploded into the disaster now staring him in the face. And now, a catastrophic super zombie horde threatened everything.
Meanwhile, in NYC, Zack listened as Ego, his ever-reliable AI assistant, delivered a report. "Sir, we've intercepted unencrypted communications from several major survivor bases. The messages suggest—"
"They want to unite to pressure me, right?" Zack interrupted, already one step ahead.
Ego paused briefly before continuing. "Yes, Sir. They're coordinating to—"
"To what?" Zack cut in, a smirk forming on his face. "They're terrified of my space-based cannons. None of them dare challenge me alone, scared I'll wipe them off the map. So, what else can they do but huddle together like scared children? And let me guess—they're plotting to get their hands on my tech, right?" His confidence was unshaken. "It's not the space-based cannons they hate. It's the fact that I have them, and they don't."
Ego confirmed his assessment but issued a caution. "Sir, we shouldn't underestimate them. The Sky Air Defense System is robust, but it can't shield NYC from indirect threats. If they drop nuclear or dirty bombs on surrounding cities, the resulting contamination would be catastrophic."
Zack nodded, understanding the risks. "Nuclear pollution is a nasty problem. But that's assuming they can actually follow through." He leaned back, a sly grin on his face. "I've got a plan to deal with them."
"Sir, the data suggests that preventing nuclear fallout from surrounding areas would be nearly impossible," Ego pressed, its tone grave. "Even with our technology, the secondary effects would—"
Zack cut it short. "Relax, Ego. I know how bad nuclear pollution can be. But here's the thing—if they can't communicate, they can't coordinate. Without that, their grand alliance falls apart like wet paper. So..." He leaned forward, his grin widening. "We're pulling the plug. Activate it and take out every operational communication satellite in orbit."