Mad in the Horde

Time to Die

The helmet was a personal item I spent a fortune modifying. After all, I was a top combatant. It wasn't connected to the camp's network and would only save the recorded data in an encrypted chip of the highest level.

To make sure the chip recorded the most damning evidence, I held back the agonizing pain and injected more despair into my voice.

"I protected you and nearly turned into a zombie multiple times for three whole years. I gave you my only lesser ascension potion while I fought the virus with nothing but my own body, and this is how you repay me?"

My question silenced them for a moment before Wade started laughing at me.

He sounded like he'd won the war as he declared, "You're a moron, Jason!" He thought I was a dead man, so he spilled all the dirty little secrets.

"You thought Jasmine loved you? You're nothing but her free muscle and a cash cow! All the high-level crystal core you risked your life collecting was used to bribe the camp's leaders so I could get a spot!

"Remember your sister? You thought you couldn't find her? No, we just dumped her into the horde because she was slowing us down and wasting our food! She screamed for you when her throat got ripped out!" Wade cackled.

Although my soul came from another world, the fact that the original Jason's sister died because of their treachery still fueled me with rage. The memories and bonds he had with his sister flooded my mind, and I desperately wanted to tear them apart.

I growled, "Wade, you're an animal!"

"Curse all you want," mocked Jasmine with sickening sweetness.

She didn't bother hiding her impatience and venom as she continued, "Look in the mirror, Jason. You're nothing but a peasant who reeks of zombies. I'm out of your league. I only dated you because your ability's strong, and you're easy to control."

After a beat, she said coldly, "Alright, enough talking. I saw the cam footage. You've tucked the antibodies into your backpack. Now run into the center of the horde and distract them. Wade's counting on you for a peaceful life in the inner city."

The five zombies were now less than 20 yards away. I could even smell the stench of their breaths. "You want to kill me?" Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment.

Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market.

He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.