"Thank you for submitting your form. We will inform you if there are any changes," the woman said as she took the paper from him.Donald nodded as he got out of the line and watched as she moved on to the next person. The whole place was so busy trying to collect all the paperwork. Seeing how chaotic everything was and how the papers were slowly stacking, he wondered why Walter even bothered. Was it really worth going through so much effort just to evaluate everyone's efforts?There had to be other, better ways to go about it. This just seemed to be wasting a lot of time and effort, but it wasn't like he would be the one looking over all the forms. Also, how could they be so sure no one would lie? It didn't have to be malicious. Someone could honestly want to impress Walter and write that they killed more zombies than they actually did.He had thought about lying on the form. No one would know if he was telling the truth. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he ended up w
Fuming over who could be interrupting him now, Donald glanced back to see it was Charles and Jesse. What were they doing there, and what did they want? It wasn't like they were friends. They barely knew each other. The duo had mostly talked to each other during the zombie attack, rather than with Donald and Evelyn, who had kept mostly to themselves."There you are," Jesse said as they got closer. "We were looking for you. You really ran off right after you turned in your form."Before Donald could speak, Charles added, "It was almost like you were avoiding us."Donald stared at them in disbelief. Avoiding them implied that he cared about them enough to stay away from them. Where were they getting all these ideas? Did they suddenly think that they were friends just because they sort of fought together? As he stared, he realized that was probably what it was. He wasn't sure what to make of this revelation."Who's she? Your girlfriend?" Jesse asked as he pointed at Nicole, who hadn't run
Nicole's words continue to echo in Donald's mind after their conversation. If she was going to set the standard so high, wasn't it basically the same as telling him to give up on the idea of leaving? Unfortunately, he had been unable to ask further about it before they were interrupted, and she took the opportunity to leave. He had considered trying to hunt her down again.However, considering his previous experiences and how their last conversation went, he determined that maybe it was best he left her alone. There was no way he was going to be able to pry any more information out of her. It was a bit disappointing and frustrating, but there was really nothing he could do. Maybe things would change in the future. For now, he had to let things lie.Things had gone back to normal, almost as if the zombie horde had never attacked. It was just another point proving how weird the place was. How could they be so calm after what happened? Sure, they had won without any harm on their side, b
Unfortunately, things didn't turn out that simple. Donald had thought he could check back later that day after the crowd had cleared. However, when he went back again, he saw that it was still surrounded by people. Thinking that the rush would calm down tomorrow, he chose to postpone it. The same thing happened the next day and the day after.Donald couldn't understand how it could be so busy. There were only so many people in the building. They were talking about maybe a hundred people. Of course, that was just his guess, as he couldn't know just how many people there were. He hadn't exactly counted them. The point was that it couldn't always be crowded. Against all logic, he ended up not being able to view the results until a week later.The moment he had seen that there was no one around, he immediately rushed to check. He hadn't wanted to risk a crowd suddenly appearing again, preventing him from checking his results. As he stared at what was posted, he couldn't believe his eyes.
"How have you been?" Walter said as soon as he saw Donald.Donald glanced at his surroundings, feeling uneasy about the number of people in the office. He had thought this was going to be a private conversation, but apparently that wasn't going to be the case this time. Many of the faces were familiar to him, like Eveyln and the men he had encountered way back before he had been brought to the base.Remembering that they were still waiting for his answer, he said, "I've been good. Is there something you need?"There was no reason for him to think there was anything wrong, so he shouldn't be hostile or aggressive. Donald already had an idea of what Walter wanted from him. The man was obviously going to ask about whether Donald was going to be a permanent member of the group. Unfortunately, he hadn't figured out what to say or do when it came up again."Take a seat," Walter said as he indicated at the only free spot.Stiffly walking to the seat, Donald studied everyone's reactions. Seve
Fortunately, it seemed that Donald was wrong, as Walter calmly said, "Nicole's situation is different, but we aren't here to discuss her or anyone else. We are here to discuss you."Donald was relieved that he hadn't annoyed or angered the man, but Walter also made it clear that there was a line he shouldn't cross. Well, there was nothing he could do about it if that was the case. He wasn't going to force the issue. It looked like that whatever happened between Nicole and Walter was going to stay between them."Donald, is there really nothing to keep you here? Is there a reason why you want to go?" Walter asked.With everyone's eyes on Donald again, he felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat as he considered his next words. He didn't want to tell them the truth. It would mean bringing up his family, which wasn't something he was comfortable revealing to them. What if they decide to blackmail or threaten him with his family to force him to stay?On the other hand, being vague wasn't
"Hold it. You still haven't agreed to join the group," Brian said as he jabbed a finger in Donald's direction.Donald was honestly getting tired of the man. He simply didn't know when to quit. Couldn't he see that there was no point in continuously bringing up the same old thing over and over again? Talk about beating a dead horse. With the way things were going for the man, Donald wouldn't be surprised if he got kicked out for being an annoyance.As if to prove his point, Walter coldly said, "Brian, if you keep interrupting, leave."Brian tensed as he looked away from Donald to look at Walter. The moment his eyes met Walter's, he flinched and looked away to stare down at the table. He refused to meet anyone else's gaze. Maybe he finally got the hint this time and would keep his mouth shut. Donald wasn't sure if he wanted the man to sit quietly in the corner or be actually thrown out.Walter turned his attention back to Donald and said, "As I was about to say, we've been hearing distu
No one said a word, and Donald took the initiative to continue. "If I'm going to do such dangerous work, I should at least be given points to make myself stronger."Points were the only thing worth receiving, given the circumstances. He couldn't think of any other rewards that wouldn't have a downside to them. Points were basically money, and it was like being paid to do a job. Of course he wouldn't normally do a job so dangerous, but that was out of his control. They also couldn't say that it wasn't possible now that the system allowed a point exchange."Are you kidding me?" Brian spat.Donald nearly rolled his eyes, but he managed to control himself, as it wouldn't do to show a lack of respect despite the man not deserving any of it. The idiot was back at it again. He must have a short term memory if he could forget what happened earlier. That or he really thought he could get away with it this time. Was he going to be thrown out this time?As Brian was about to spew out more nonsen
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