Nicole stared at Patricia for several moments before bluntly saying, "That's what you want to know? I don't see how that has anything to do with our current situation."Patricia flinched. "Well, I mean, everyone back at the base heard about you two, but you guys don't seem close even though you're dating."Frowning, Nicole considered whether to humor her. She wasn't obligated to tell anyone about their relationship. It wasn't any of their business if they were dating or not. There were more important things, like surviving the zombies and dealing with lunatics. However, just telling her to mind her own business might not work. If Patricia had been waiting all this time to ask, she wouldn't let it go easily.With a huff, Nicole said, "What about you and Ronald? The two of you seem close."When dealing with a situation like this one, deflecting seemed like the best answer, and what better way to deflect than to use the question against her? Patricia immediately became flustered at the u
"There's no need to go one by one. We were all there," Nicole dryly said.Donald thought the same. It wasn't like they had gotten separated and were meeting back up and reporting on what they saw. They hadn't been apart for more than a few feet. Instead, they should just start discussing everything they had seen and heard so far while giving their opinions. He honestly had a lot of things he wanted to comment on, and none of them were good.Patricia immediately said, "This place is so horrible. We've barely been here for a day, and it can't compare to our own base."Ronald nodded. "That is true. I can't believe the conditions are so poor. It's a wonder that they could keep people.""Actually, I think our group is the odd one out," Donald said, drawing their attention."What do you mean?" Ronald asked.Nicole ended up being the one to answer. "What he means is that it's strange that the group is able to act relatively peacefully. In my opinion, the Fighting Executioners is more realist
Everyone stared at him until Patricia broke the silence. "Are you being serious?""Why would I be joking about this?" Ronald demanded."I don't know," she said as she waved her arms around, causing Donald and Ronald to avert their gazes. "I mean, I've heard a lot of different powers, but possession is a step too far. That's like the supernatural.""Are you saying what's happening isn't supernatural?" Ronald asked."You know what I mean. When people hear possession, they think ghosts or demons," Patricia said.Donald had to agree with her. Possession as a power seemed completely out there. No wonder Ronald didn't use it. It was completely useless against the zombies. What was he going to do? Possess the zombie chasing after him? What then? Donald didn't think the system would allow such a power that was ineffective against the zombies. Suddenly, a screen popped up.[Powers are randomized and can be anything. They are not always guaranteed to help fight zombies, though the system does i
After the painful first day, Donald wanted to call it quits. Even though they had managed to wrangle Cynthia into letting them do their laundry and grab dinner, she still made them clean two more bathrooms before they finally retired for the day. The pattern repeated itself for the next few days, to the point that they were all sick at the smell of chemicals. They were certainly running the group ragged."If I have to clean another bathroom, I think I'm going to be sick," Patricia said as she lay face down on the floor.Ronald stared blankly up at the ceiling as he said, "I didn't think they would have so many bathrooms in one building that were so dirty. I swore we cleaned them the previous day, but they looked like they hadn't been cleaned in days.""I'm pretty sure they are hazing us. There can't be that many bathrooms in that kind of condition," Nicole said with her arms crossed. "It's completely unrealistic that they let them get this bad before we arrived. The smell would have g
Donald quickly realized the problem with their plan as he stared at Ronald's unconscious body. What was he supposed to do with Ronald's body? It seemed to be breathing, but Ronald hadn't exactly left instructions on how to take care of it. Well, Donald couldn't blame him since they had to be careful with what they said. They couldn't know who was listening.The fact that Ronald could even tell them the conditions for his power without getting caught was a miracle. Scratching at his head, Donald could only make sure Ronald's body was comfortable as he waited for him to return. Now that he was by himself, his mind wandered to his family. It had been so long since they had last seen or talked to each other.He could still remember what they looked like and what their voices sounded like, but a part of him feared he wouldn't get another chance to see or hear them. So much time had passed, and the dark part of his mind told him that they were probably dead if they were in the city. He trie
As the duo headed for the others, Donald couldn't stop thinking about where it all went wrong. He still couldn't identify when Ronald could end up being controlled. What was he missing? More importantly, how would he get out of this mess? If things turned for the worse, he might have to kill Ronald in order to save himself. His stomach churned at the thought.Donald could hear Amanda whispering into his ear, "You're going to kill another person? Typical. I shouldn't have expected anything less from my murderer. You'll kill anyone, even if there's the slightest chance that your life's in danger. You would even kill your family."He screwed his eyes shut as he gnashed his teeth together. There was no reason to listen to the figment of his imagination. Amanda was already dead. Lingering on her would do him no good, but it was easier said than done. She was a ghost that refused to leave him and continued to haunt him at every chance she could. It was like she was determined to drag him to
Nicole could tell something was up. Even though they hadn't discussed it in detail, she was under the impression that Ronald and Donald would remain in their room until their return. However, they both showed up after Cynthia arrived to check up on them. Her instincts were screaming at her that something was wrong and that she should be prepared for anything.She wanted to ask the two men what happened, but she couldn't when Cynthia was right there. Nicole would have to somehow find a way to speak with them in a place where they wouldn't be overheard. For now, she had to get Patricia on board so she wouldn't be caught off guard when Nicole made her move. Fortunately, Cynthia was giving them the perfect opportunity.Cynthia stopped in front of the showers and said, "I'll wait outside with some new clothes. Please be quick."The two women nodded before stepping inside. However, instead of being quick about it, they made sure to take the time to scrub the smell out. Neither of them could
"Impressive. I should have expected as much from the people sent by that guy," the boss said before he stopped clapping. "How about you reconsider staying with his group and join mine?"The duo stared at the man, acting like they didn't just beat up a couple of people in his office. He was just too calm, which put them on edge. They kept their eyes firmly on the man sitting leisurely in his chair as he continued to smile at them without a care in the world. Who knew what his power was? They couldn't afford to let your guard down."Why don't you two take a seat?" he asked as he motioned a hand to the chairs in the room. "You must be tired from your fight. Let's have a peaceful conversation.""What did you do to them?" Nicole demanded."Do what to who?" Arthur asked as he folded his hands on the table."You know what I mean. What did you do to our companions?" she said as Donald glanced at Patricia and Ronald, still on the floor.That was something Donald was also wondering. What could
Hello everyone. I just want to thank all my readers who have been following along for so long. Donald's story has ended unless readers are interested in a sequel.I didn't expect to finish this story so quickly. Compared to my other two books, this one was completed in no time flat which I'm both proud and sad.Anyway, there are several things that I want to let you know.I'm hoping to wrap Rise of the Demon King: Caleb Gonzales's Rat Race up before the end of the year, but we'll have to see.I also intend to start a new story on Meganovel either in the same setting as Rise of the Demon King, but with no connections to the other two books or a different setting entirely. Maybe I'll do another zombie story.On another note, I've been debating whether I should publish a book not on Meganovel, but as an eBook like on A****n. It'll be under a different name since it'll be different than what I post here. It's something I'm considering.The last thing to note is that I'm still on the fence
"I didn't realize he had his own group," Walter said as he looked at Donald.Donald's father nodded. "My son is a very capable man, so if you may excuse us, we need to get going. The rest of our group is waiting for us.""Hold it," Arthur said. "I find it suspicious that Donald has his own group but was going around joining other groups. Was he trying to sabotage other groups?"Even though Donald wanted to speak up, his father spoke over him and said, "I'm afraid that was because we had gotten separated. He didn't intend to do anything to your groups. He was simply trying to stick with a group until we could meet back up."Listening to everyone talk, Donald found himself wondering if something had happened while he wasn't aware. Why were his family and the others acting like he was the leader of a group? That wasn't true unless they had secretly made him the leader without him noticing. They hadn't, right? He really hoped they didn't because he wasn't leader material."I would still l
Walter frowned as he observed his surroundings. All the zombies collapsed after the news that the zombie user was dead was announced. It was hard to accept that the threat hanging over their heads was really gone, but the proof was right in front of him. Well, until he saw the body, it couldn't really be called proof. However, there was a reason why he hadn't gone in.Whoever had killed the zombie user was still inside. Instead of rushing and possibly offending such a powerful person, he would rather wait outside to meet them. He needed to make a favorable impression on them if he was going to get them on his side. Now that they were free from the shakles of the zombie apocalypse, they were free to do whatever they wanted.If he got the person who killed the zombie user on his side, people would flock towards them. He just needed to raise up the hero, and his group would be the one people looked to. However, the hero hadn't made his appearance yet. Walter wondered what was taking them
"Are you alright?" Nicole asked as she stared at Donald, who was staring at Amanda's lifeless body.Snapping out of it, Donald said, "Yeah, I'm good."Nicole frowned as Elizabeth said, "You don't have to lie. It can't be easy to kill someone."That was right. He was a murderer now. The thought felt strange. When he was strangling Amanda, it didn't feel real. It was like watching a stranger kill with his hands. She was unexpectedly sturdy, so he ended up relying on his power to finish her, and he wasn't talking about his electrical power. He ended up using his fire power for the first time.He wasn't sure what possessed him to do it, but he called up his fire to burn her body to a crisp. His hands still stung from the flames he had unleashed. Since it was still weak, he wasn't invulnerable to fire. Fortunately, his father was able to heal them, though he couldn't meet Donald's eyes. That was fine. He understood why his father was acting that way.Despite knowing this, it still hurt tha
After several moments of silence, Donald asked, "What just happened?""I'm not sure," Nicole admitted as she lowered her arms.The group was still trying to process what had just happened. They had been fighting for their lives against Amanda, who decided to call for backup, which was a giant hand. However, the giant hand had turned against her and crushed her instead. It was actually quite anti climatic. The one person who had been terrorizing everyone had been finished off just like that.That's when Donald noticed that the zombies were still moving. "Guys, I think she's still alive."Everyone stared at him in disbelief as Donna said, "You can't be serious. You saw what happened, didn't you?"Of course he had. His eyes had been wide open since he wasn't one of them who flinched. However, how would it explain why the zombies were still moving? If she were dead, they would have surely stopped since her power would no longer be moving them. The system also hadn't made any announcements
Donald flinched when he heard Amanda's scream of rage. Looking back, he met her bloodshot eyes with his own. She was practically seething with rage. It was fortunate that he was able to take the hostages while she was distracted, or else she might have killed them right then and there. What was even better was that his mother and Elizabeth were waking up."How dare you," she snapped."Is that all you have to say?" Donna taunted. "I suppose you don't have the brains to think of anything else."He was relieved that Donna drew Amanda's attention away, but he was now worried that she might have bitten off more than she could chew. Now that she had Amanda's undivided attention, she was in serious trouble. Donna had only managed to kill one zombie so far. The others were only slightly injured, as they were more powerful than before."What's going on?" his mother muttered, drawing Donald's attention.Bending down, he looked her in the face as he said, "Mom, I know you're confused, but we rea
Amanda cackled. "I thought so. There's no way you would pick your family."Donald could only grit his teeth and glare as she dared to touch them with her dirty hands. It was disgusting watching her get all handsy with them, especially when they weren't awake. If he could, he would rip her hands off so she couldn't touch any of them again. Unfortunately, all he could do was watch as her hands trailed from his family members to Donna."You know I considered purposely letting the person you choose be the last one just to see the look on your face," she said, causing his heart to lurch. "However, I'll be nice this time and listen to you this time."As she said this, she suddenly shoved Donna forward. Her head hit the ground with a loud thud. As if breaking free from a spell, Donna snapped her eyes open. She blinked several times with a groan. Then she took a good look at her surroundings. Seeing the glazed look in her eyes, Donald could tell she was still out of it from whatever Amanda di
The dark look on Amanda's face sent shivers down Donald's spine. "Is that so? Then I'll take responsibility."Donald immediately realized he had gone too far, but it wasn't entirely his fault. Trying to reason with an insane person was difficult, especially when she wasn't willing to listen to logic. What was more worrying was that she was now bending over the hostages as if deciding what to do with them. He didn't like where this was going. However, there was nothing he could do as she laid a hand on his sister."How about I feed one of them to my zombies? How does that sound?" she asked with a sinister smile."Don't!" he shouted as he took a step forward.The zombies around them immediately reacted and stepped forward, making him stop in his tracks as Amanda said, "You shouldn't make any sudden movements. You don't want to make things worse, do you?"He scowled. "Don't lay a hand on them."She only smirked. "I think I like this new plan better. What better way to get revenge than to
Donald gasped as he opened his eyes. Sitting up, he immediately checked himself over. There didn't appear to be any bitemarks anywhere. In fact, he didn't appear to be injured in the slightest. Any scrapes or bruises he had could be chalked up to being pushed to the ground by the zombies, which didn't make sense now that he thought about it.Why hadn't the zombies tried to bite or kill him? If the zombie user was out to get him, it would make sense for the zombies to hurt him. However, it seemed that they had been careful with him, which wasn't something he thought was possible. How were zombies capable of moving him with their stiff and awkward bodies? Finally taking the time to check his surroundings, he saw that he was in the company building."Why am I here?" he muttered to himself."You're awake," someone said.He spun around to see who spoke, but he couldn't see anyone except zombies. Donald was immediately struck by the memory of what happened before he blacked out and flinched