Donald slashed his knife at the closest zombie, blowing its upper body off. As it collapsed to the ground, he was already moving on to the next zombie. He stabbed the knife into the next zombie's head and grimaced as he was covered in gore again. Then he performed a spinning kick on the last zombie before it could get too close to give him some breathing room.He stumbled and had to steady himself while wiping away the zombie bits from his face. That was an annoying part of using his power on the zombies. They now tended to explode in his face if he got too close. It was frustrating having to clean up after himself. Once he finished with the last zombie, he was going to see if he could get the gore out of his clothes.As he lunged toward the zombie, he was ready to finish it off when he saw something approaching. Skidding to a stop, he avoided the boulder that crashed into the zombie, turning it into splatter art. His heart raced at avoiding the same fate, and he looked to see who was

"Donald?" Elizabeth's voice was enough to snap him out of it.Helping her remove the dead man, he said, "Yeah, it's me. I didn't expect to see you here of all places."She grimaced as he helped her stand up. "I assure you that this wasn't how I wanted our first meeting since we last saw each other to go.""Where are the others? Why are you alone?" he asked.Elizabeth winced, and he didn't have a good feeling about this. "As you know, we're supposed to register the people in our group to ensure we have access to areas where the zombies are. However, my group doesn't have that many awakened compared to many of the other groups, which focus on gathering only awakened."That was true. The two groups he interacted with had only awakened. He wasn't sure how they were able to pull that off, but he had no doubt that a significant number of the awakened were part of these two groups. It could be said that these two were the superpowers of the awakened. Elizabeth's group, on the other hand, was

Someone's voice cut through the dark haze. "Brother!"Donald recognized that voice, but it had to be the last figment of his imagination before his death. There was no way his little sister would be there. She would be with her parents, away from the dangerous areas. However, he quickly realized that it might not be something his mind cooked up because of a lack of oxygen as the man strangling him was thrown off of him.Choking and gasping for air, he felt someone help him up. "Donald, are you okay?"He recognized this voice too. Looking towards the person who had helped him out, he was greeted with the sight of his mother's face. There was no way he wouldn't recognize her hair or eyes. Everyone always said he was a carbon copy of his mother, just like his sister was a carbon copy of their father. As his mother was checking him over, he glanced in Elizabeth's direction.Elizabeth was being helped by his father, but his sister was nowhere in sight. More importantly, if his parents were

His sister threw her arms up into the air, nearly hitting him in the face, as she declared, "I made it."Donald blinked. "What?"His parents cleared their throats before his father said, "It's as your sister said. We made our own group."Staring at his parents, he tried to process what they just said. They created their own group? How? Why? He understood forming a group of survivors, but joining the battle royale implied that some of them had powers. If his family was the one to form the group, it had to mean they had powers. It had crossed his mind, but he couldn't imagine his sister having one.While he did encounter two kids with powers, he refused to accept that his sister had a power and system that would put her in danger. She would have to fight and kill zombies, which was something a kid shouldn't have to do. Even with his parents there to help, imagining his little sister going around stabbing zombies churned his stomach.Forcing his stomach to settle, he asked, "If you have

For several moments, no one said a thing before his father said, "We should head to the next area."Donald immediately asked, "Are you going to participate in the next section? What about the rest of your group?"If they were going to be forced to participate again right after the last one, he was going to be angry. What were the other people in their group doing then? Were they just twiddling their thumbs and letting his family do all the work? The very idea made him gnash his teeth together. Not on his watch. He wasn't going to let his family labor away while the rest benefited from their efforts.As if sensing where his thoughts were going, his mother said, "We won't be participating this time. We already did it in the first section. We are actually going to meet up with one of our group members."In that case, that was fine, but he had several questions. The most prominent was why had his family shown up in that place if they weren't participating? It seemed like a giant waste of