The Bastard In The Zombie Apocalypse 130 Snap

11:09 pm.

Lightning in the sky and it was quickly followed by a roar of thunder.

Kraaag!

Rain began to fall.

Pitter-patter!

Water ran down on Nathan's invisible body, forming a 2.2m-tall ghostly silhouette in the middle of the rain.

He closed his brown eyes.

Perhaps it was the zombie apocalypse…

Perhaps it was because of the spectacle involving his cousin he saw earlier…

Perhaps it was because of the memory he recalled…

Perhaps it was because of the rain…

Perhaps it was everything…

He slowly opened his eyes.

What little warmth his eyes had completely vanished. All that was left was a dead and cold gaze.

"All of these people…" he coldly whispered under his breath.

He pulled out his [Grade D] Long Dagger from his right thigh before walking away.

***

An Asian man and a black man were standing beside a building taking shelter from the rain.

They were among the guards scheduled to patrol tonight and were wearing System items.

"I won the bet," said the black man.

"You didn't. We bet whether it will rain at midnight or not. It's still 11pm," said Asian man.

"Are you seriously going to pull that kind of bulls.h.i.t excuse? Give me what you f.u.c.king owe me!"

"f.u.c.k you. You should be thankful that I'm not asking for your payment. Let's call it a draw."

"What? What kind of f.u.c.king logic is that?"

The Asian man didn't say anything and proceeded to check his weapon.

"f.u.c.k you, man," the black man said before walking away to find a corner to p.i.s.s.

But just after 3 steps, a long knife was slashed across his neck and a 2.2m-tall dark figure appeared right in front of him.

Whoosh!

The black man's decapitated body and severed head fell to the pavement.

Thud!

Thud!

The dark figure vanished.

Thanks to the rain, the Asian wasn't able to hear what happened.

He was still checking his weapon.

'Stupid fool. As I'm going to agree to give you a [Small] Healing Potion and a [Grade D] Repair Kit,' he thought.

All of a sudden, a large hand appeared and grabbed him by the face.

And before he could even react, a long knife cut through his neck.

Whoosh!

Blood spurted as the body fell to the pavement.

Thud!

The black figure dropped the severed head before disappearing.

Thud!

***

Costa Mansion -- the largest mansion in Corn town.

A Caucasian man in his late 50s was sitting behind a desk and reading a book inside a study room.

The original tenants of the mansion were "removed" when this Caucasian man and his group arrived in the town about 2 days ago.

There was a knock on the door.

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

"Master Walter, Master Wesley is here," said a woman behind the door.

Kacha!

The door swung open and a young Caucasian man in his mid-20s entered.

Kacha!

The door behind him was closed.

"Dad, you called for me? I was --"

The Walter raised his finger.

Wesley immediately sealed his lips.

Walter flipped a page and continued reading.

Not a word was said between father and son.

The room was completely silent except for the rain outside drumming against the concrete walls and rooftop along with the occasional growls of thunder.

5 minutes later…

Walter closed the book and placed it on the desk.

He tapped a head between his legs.

A Caucasian woman got up and wiped the fluids on her lips with a handkerchief before heading for the door.

Kacha!

After the Caucasian woman left, Walter tapped his fingers on the book he just read and said, "This book was published 10 years ago. Do you know what makes it so special?"

Wesley was silent.

Walter smiled and said, "Of course you don't."

He got up and slowly walked towards the window. He held his hands together behind his back and stared outside.

Walter continued, "The author of that book is one of the last remaining pure Womanians in this country."

".…"

"When I was still a young boy, I remember growing up in a neighborhood with real Womanians. And during that time, it was rare to see foreigners."

"..."

"But when I entered high school, I started seeing more foreigners. I remember being so surprised at that time because the other real Womanians treated it like it wasn't anything special."

"..."

"Although I was only a teenager, I already knew the consequences of what was going to happen in the future."

"..."

"And with each pa.s.sing year, more and more foreigners came."

"..."

"And as their numbers grew, their demands also grew as well."

"..."

"It really broke my heart -- watching everything happen before my eyes. We were slowly being invaded and they were mixing their inferior genes with ours."

"..."

"We were losing our culture, our tradition, our ident.i.ty. All for what? Economic progress?"

"..."

"It even came to the point where these filthy foreigners and our very own women banded together against us Womanian men, treating us like 2nd cla.s.s citizens in our own country."

"..."

"This is a failed nation."

"..."

"But…" Walter raised a finger. "But G.o.d hasn't completely abandoned us. We have been blessed with this apocalypse. He gave me, he gave us the chance to correct things."

He put his hand down and turned around to face his son.

"And for that I am eternally grateful."

He slowly walked over to his son.

"My son, do you remember what I told you last time?"

Wesley bit his lip and then said, "Dad, what happened was --"

Pah!

He was slapped on the cheek and fell to the floor.

He palmed his swollen cheek. And with red eyes, he looked at his father and cried out, "Dad, why?!"

"Why?! You dare to ask me why?! We're already a dying breed yet you still dare to kill our own kind?!"

"Dad, those people that I sacrificed earlier refused to follow orders! I was protecting our group's interest by making an example out of them!"

Walter let out a sigh and said, "Son, listen to me. For once in your pathetic life, I need you to focus. Get this inside that thick skull of yours: Do not touch our own kind. I don't care if you torture those filthy foreigners, kill them or whatever degenerate things you do with them. Just don't touch our kind. Can you do that? Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Wesley looked down on the floor and nodded.

"Answer me properly!"

Wesley looked at his father's eyes and replied, "Yes, dad. I understand."

"Good. And when there are no others left, we will then start to remove the foreigners within our ranks."

***

11:17 pm.

Inside a house.

It was dark.

A golden retriever was barking in the living room.

"Woof!"

"Woof!"

"Woof!"

It was barking at the new "pet" of the house.

The new pet was Moanna who was lying on her back with her tongue out and spreading her legs.

The human-dogs had their limbs chopped off but just enough to let them crawl or walk on four legs. Their eyes were dug out, their teeth pulled out and their hair completely shaved off.

Louie climbed down the stairs with a flashlight on hand and said, "Max, stop it!"

The golden retriever stopped barking and sat on a corner.

Moanna got up and crawled to Louie.

"Arr~ Arr~" Moanna whimpered as she brushed her head against Louie's crotch.

Louie pushed Moanna away and said, "Please stop it. You don't have to act like that anymore."

However, Moanna continued to act like a dog.

One can only imagine what kind of brutal torture she had to go through for her to completely throw away her humanity and be reduced to such a mental state.

"Louie! What are you doing?" a woman said from upstairs.

It was already late and they went to bed about 20 minutes ago.

"Mom…"

"Return to your room!"

"But mom…"

"Listen to me or I swear to G.o.d I will --"

With his head held down, Louie climbed the stairs, head back to his room and closed the door.

Kacha!

After seeing her son return to his room, she wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes.

She trembled and softly whispered, "I'm sorry…"

As much as she wanted to help the human-pet, she feared more for her son's safety.

Ever since the Chosen One and his group arrived, the town has been like a living h.e.l.l.

Those who opposed them or did something they didn't like would be taken and tortured.

And those who survived the torture will be turned into human-dogs.

Because of that, they had no choice but to cooperate.

In fact, some of the townsfolk even partic.i.p.ated in the torturing to ensure their own safety.

After regaining her composure, she opened her eyes and turned to Moanna.

Her eyes widened in horror.

Lighting flashed outside, revealing Moanna and Max lying in a pool of blood.

Standing beside them was a 2.2m-tall dark figure with a b.l.o.o.d.y knife on its hand and was looking at her.

Kraaag!

The sky roared in thunder.

The dark figure began climbing the stairs, making its way towards her.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!" the mother said as she took a step back.

The dark figure didn't respond and continued climbing the stairs.

When the dark figure arrived right in front of her, her back was already against the wall.

She fell to the floor and cried, "Please don't hurt us! My son is only a child and I'm the only one he has left!"

Louie, who was inside his room, heard his mother's voice coming from outside his room.

He got up from his bed and took out a [Grade D] Training Stick under his bed and his flashlight before heading for the door.

Kacha!

When he opened the door, he saw his mother lying on the floor decapitated.

Standing beside her was a 2m-tall dark figure.

It turned its head towards him.

The dead cold gaze of the dark figure left him completely petrified.

His feet were frozen to the floor.

His voice lost.

The only thing he could do was watch the dark figure made its way to him.

The dark figure finally reached him and the last thing he saw was its large hand reaching out for his face.

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