Donald wondered how many more surprises he was supposed to face. The smile she gave him was really nice. It looked much better on her compared to her other expression, as it made her look soft. Maybe soft wasn't the right word. She seemed more approachable and cute. Realizing where his thoughts were heading, he quickly shook his head."I'm glad we're on the same page. How do you want to do this?" he asked.Nicole thought for a moment before she suggested, "How about we share one detail at a time? Does that seem fair?"He nodded. "Good enough for me.""Then I'll go first. As I said before, my power is water manipulation, or rather, liquid manipulation. That means I can only control liquids that are nearby. I can't create it myself," she said as she held her hands up.Nothing happened. Then she stood up to grab a water bottle and opened it. As soon as she opened it, she held a hand over the opening. Water flew out of the opening and wrapped around her hand. She made it into a circle, th
Nicole, in fact, couldn't control them. This fact left the two befuddled as they stared at the bottles filled with liquid that hadn't moved despite her efforts. It didn't make sense if her power was to manipulate liquid, but the evidence was right in front of them. Maybe the chemicals didn't count as liquids. Donald quickly rejected the idea. It was clearly liquid.Turning to look at Nicole, he asked, "Are you sure it's liquid manipulation and not something else?"She gave him a dirty look as she said, "I'm sure."Donald held his hands up in surrender as he suggested, "Maybe how you upgraded your power affected what kinds of liquid you control. I don't know how the system determines it, but that's all I got."Still giving him a dirty look, she gave his words some thought. Donald lowered his hands when he thought it was safe, as he also thought it over. Considering everything, it made the most sense. If her power was liquid manipulation and it wasn't allowing her to manipulate some liq
Suddenly, their stomachs growled, reminding them that they hadn't eaten in several hours. Donald had eaten a while before Nicole had returned, while Nicole hadn't eaten anything. She hadn't felt safe enough to eat out in the open when she didn't have someone to watch her back. Someone could sneak up on her while she was preparing something to eat, or someone might hear her opening a wrapper.Nicole cleared her throat as a faint blush covered her face. "I think we should stop to eat.""I agree," Donald said.After searching through the supplies they had to determine what needed to be eaten right away, they settled for some stew. It had been an interesting test to see if Donald could use his power to heat up the pot. While his power wasn't fire related, they figured that he could warm up the pot by pouring electricity into it since it was metal.The first time he had tried it, the water had erupted from the pot, and they had nearly gotten electrocuted. It had been thanks to Nicole's qui
Nicole opened her eyes to the sunlight falling on her face and squinted. Blinking a couple of times, she finally felt awake enough to sit up. Stretching her arms out, she felt refreshed. She really needed that sleep. However, she didn't miss how bright it was. Hopefully, she had slept in and thrown the covers off. Nicole didn't really get why Donald was against using the beds.If he was so worried about germs, he could just change the sheets out. Well, he was missing out. Heading down the stairs, she expected to see him eating or maybe practicing with his power like last time. What she didn't expect was for him to look more like a zombie. She nearly lashed out, ready to defend herself from the approaching zombie, when she realized who it was."Donald?" she prodded.Donald ignored her and continued to play with the knives in his possession. The sight unnerved her, and she debated whether she should retreat back upstairs. After studying him for a few moments, she reluctantly headed down
Donald already knew his choice. "I think we have to go with the second one."Nicole nodded. "I was thinking the same. We've already seen the first one is hard to pull off, and the last option wasn't really on the table to begin with.""What other traps are you thinking about? They shouldn't be too obvious, or else people will realize we are here. We also need to create a route we can take so we don't get caught up in them either," he pointed out.While traps would help make the place more secure, there were only so many traps they could put in before it became problematic. In case people tried to break in through the windows on the ground floor, they had set up some traps in the bushes right underneath them. They wouldn't be easily spotted, and a regular person wouldn't think to look there.Trapping the door was a bit more problematic. They used the front door, so if they wanted to leave a trap there, it had to be something they could get past. However, if it were a trap they could ge
"What?" Nicole asked when she noticed his stare."What now?" Donald asked.She stared at him for several moments before saying, "Just relax, I suppose."An awkward silence stretched between them as they looked away and stared out in front of them. Now that Donald thought about it, wasn't this the first time they had small talk? Technically, it couldn't really be called small talk. They only exchanged questions, but it hadn't been anything about zombies, their powers, or anything serious.When he couldn't stand the silence any longer, he asked, "So what did you do in the company?"The blank stare she gave him made him self conscious, and he looked away. That had been a mistake. They had already talked about only sharing vital information with each other. Knowing what she did before the zombie apocalypse wasn't vital information. He could feel her judging gaze piercing the side of his head like a bullet.Suddenly, she said, "I was a gopher."Donald blinked. "What?"Nicole wasn't looking
Fortunately, the duo was able to handle another day of a messed up sleep schedule without incidents. Nicole returned with a zombie and reported that she hadn't encountered any other survivors. Donald took it as a good sign. The fewer times they met, the better. They didn't need more problems on top of the ones they already had, like how he felt like he was going to die.Donald wished that there was a way to heal his wounds instantly, but the system expressed that there was currently nothing that could do that. It didn't get past the duo's attention that the system had said currently. After prodding it for more information, they discovered that if they reached the third wave, a new feature would become available to them, though it didn't say what it was.When they asked why it wasn't available now, it only stated that each wave only opened up one feature at a time. They easily deduced that becoming an awakened was a feature of the second wave. Apparently, the first wave didn't count. U
Their decision to remain inside was proven correct when they sensed something was off in the middle of the night. Of course, they hadn't noticed anything right away since they were both asleep. They had a zombie that could now stand guard. However, the sound of banging on the door was impossible to ignore. At first, they were groggy from being woken up.That quickly changed when the situation caught up to them, and they quickly prepared themselves for a fight. Quietly rushing down the steps, they shared a glance before getting into position. Since everything was boarded up, they couldn't check through the windows to see what was making that noise. Instead, Nicole tiptoed to the door so she could look through the peephole.Nicole frowned when she saw a couple at the door. They seemed frantic, as if they were trying to get away from something. However, that wasn't enough to make her open the door for them. Obviously, whatever was coming after them would be dangerous for them. She contin
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