Surviving In a Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter Eight: It’s all his doing

Eggsy cautiously grasped the door handle, his senses heightened as he slowly turned it. He pushed the door open, his eyes scanning the room with meticulous care, searching for any signs of struggle or impending danger.

The air was heavy with anticipation, and Eggsy's instincts screamed at him to be vigilant.

Suddenly, without warning, a horde of zombies lunged at him with ferocious intensity. Their eyes were vacant, their movements jerky, and their jaws open wide, revealing jagged teeth. Eggsy's training kicked in, and he swiftly reacted to the threat.

"Move back!" he yelled out to Jane, his voice firm and commanding. Jane, who had been standing closely behind him, immediately heeded his warning, swiftly retreating to a safe distance.

She, too, had caught sight of the emerging zombies and couldn't risk getting bitten again. The memory of her first encounter with the undead still lingered, and she had no desire to repeat the experience.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Eggsy swung his sword in wide, powerful arcs, cutting off the limbs of the zombies closest to him. The blade sliced through the air with deadly precision, severing arms and legs with ease.

As the severed limbs fell to the ground, Eggsy swiftly retreated, creating a safe distance between himself and the dismembered zombies.

The brief respite was short-lived, as the rest of the zombies that had been lurking in the room began to emerge, their vacant eyes fixed on Eggsy.

Undaunted, he sprang into action, his sword flashing in the dim light. With ruthless efficiency, he sliced and killed the zombies, his movements a blur of steel and precision.

As the zombies fell, Eggsy continued to press his attack, his sword rising and falling with deadly rhythm. The sound of clashing steel and the scent of blood filled the air, a grim reminder of the desperate battle unfolding.

After dispatching the zombies at the entrance, Eggsy methodically proceeded to eliminate each and every one of the undead creatures that had infested the room.

This was the same room where he had been held captive alongside Ava, bound by restraints that had seemed impossible to escape.

As he recalled, the room had been eerily empty when they made their daring escape through the ventilation shaft. However, in the moments that followed, the room had been inexplicably overrun by a multitude of zombies.

Fortunately, Eggsy's exceptional combat skills and unwavering determination enabled him to single-handedly deal with the undead horde.

With his sword slicing through the air, he systematically severed the limbs and heads of the zombies, rendering them incapable of fighting.

The room, once a scene of chaos and terror, gradually fell silent as the last zombie collapsed to the ground, its undead body motionless and still.

As Eggsy stood victorious amidst the carnage, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. Despite being vastly outnumbered, he had emerged triumphant, his skills and experience proving more than a match for the undead onslaught.

With the room finally secure, Eggsy took a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving with exertion as he surveyed the grim aftermath of the battle.

“What do we do?” Jane panicked, “Did those zombies got the others? Why aren’t they here yet? I thought this room was empty?”

“This could only be the work of Hank. But I don’t think any of the zombies got them yet.” Eggsy said as he tried to take note of the faces of the zombies he had killed, but luckily, none of them include Ava or the rest of the group members.

At that precise moment, a faint, yet unmistakable noise began to emanate from the ventilation shaft of the room. "Seems like they're still on their way," Ken said, his eyes locked onto Jane’s.

Jane's expression contorted in a mixture of pain and concern as she winced, clutching her injured arm. Her voice took on an urgent, whispered tone. "Eggsy, promise me you won't tell the others about this," she implored, her eyes pleading for discretion.

Eggsy's brow furrowed in concern, and he asked, "Why not?" His voice was laced with a deep-seated worry for Jane's well-being.

Jane's response was laced with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "Because they'll worry unnecessarily. Let's focus on finding Lena first. Then we'll deal with it later," she reasoned, her eyes locked onto Eggsy's, seeking reassurance that he would keep her secret.

Eggsy nodded solemnly, honoring Jane's request for discretion, despite the inherent risks of keeping her condition a secret. He was acutely aware that if she were to turn, the consequences would be catastrophic, not just for her, but for the entire group.

However, a certain message from the system had given him pause, as he intended to revisit the matter at a later time.

In the meantime, Eggsy's primary concern was ensuring Jane's secret remained safe. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he took hold of her arm, carefully inspecting the wound to ensure it was properly covered.

His actions were deliberate and meticulous, driven by a desire to protect Jane from the potential consequences of discovery.

"If you don't want anyone to know, then you've got to hide it well," Eggsy advised, his voice low and even. Jane's gaze was drawn to his, her eyes searching for reassurance as she watched him tend to her wound.

She remained silent, her expression a mask of gratitude and concern, as Eggsy worked to conceal the evidence of her infection.

Seconds later, the ventilation cover rattled, and Ava's face appeared from the roof, a bright smile illuminating her features. "Hey guys!" she exclaimed, her voice cheerful and optimistic.

Eggsy swiftly moved to assist her, his strong arms reaching up to help Ava climb down the ventilation shaft. As she descended, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief and security, her body instinctively relaxing in Eggsy's capable arms.

Marcus, Ajax, and the rest of the group followed closely behind, their faces set with determination as they navigated the narrow ventilation shaft. As they emerged into the room, their eyes scanned their surroundings, taking in the grim scene before them.

The floor was littered with the lifeless bodies of zombies, their limbs severed and their bodies broken. The air was heavy with the stench of death and decay, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in every corner of their desperate world.

Ava's gaze swept the room, her eyes widening in alarm as she took in the carnage. "What happened here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcus's curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help but ask, "What happened here?" His eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene of carnage before them.

Jane stepped forward, her expression serious as she reported, "We found zombies in this room after dealing with those in the corridor." Her voice was steady, but a hint of fatigue crept into her tone.

Ajax's eyes widened in amazement as he exclaimed, "Wait, you've killed all of the zombies on the corridor?" His incredulity was palpable, and the group couldn't help but peek into the corridor to verify Jane's claim.

The sight that greeted them was nothing short of astonishing – the floor was littered with the lifeless bodies of zombies, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had taken place.

Ava's voice was laced with surprise as she asked, "You killed all of them?" Her eyes darted to Eggsy, a look of admiration and awe on her face.

Jane smiled, her expression filled with gratitude as she explained, "Actually, Eggsy was the one who killed all of them. I only supported by giving a few shots here and there, but I soon ran out of bullets, and he did the most work, killing and protecting me at the same time."

The group's reaction was a mix of shock and incredulity. They couldn't believe that Eggsy had single-handedly taken down the entire horde of zombies in the corridor.

Marcus's eyes narrowed, his expression thoughtful as he tried to process the magnitude of Eggsy's feat.

Ajax whistled softly, his eyes wide with admiration, while Ava's gaze remained fixed on Eggsy, her expression filled with a deepening respect for his abilities.

Marcus suddenly interjected, his voice firm and authoritative, hoping to refocus everyone's attention on their current situation. "Alright guys, let's move. We haven't got all day," he said, his eyes scanning the group as he urged them to get moving.

Eggsy swiftly echoed Marcus's sentiment, attempting to shift the focus away from his recent heroics. "Let's go, they might still be another horde of zombies we'll have to deal with," he warned, his expression serious as he gestured for the group to follow him.

As they exited the room, Ava took the lead, guiding them to the weapons room, which was conveniently located opposite their current room.

The group had been fortunate enough to acquire a key to the weapons room from one of the restaurant girls, and Ava now inserted the key into the lock, turning it with a soft click.

The door swung open, revealing a veritable arsenal within. Rows of firearms, blades, and explosives lined the shelves, a testament to the restaurant's owners' foresight in preparing for the worst.

The group's eyes widened as they took in the impressive array of weapons before them. Eggsy's gaze swept the shelves, his eyes lingering on the various firearms and blades.

Marcus, meanwhile, homed in on the explosives, his expression thoughtful as he contemplated their potential uses.

Ryder reached out and handed Eggsy a high-caliber rifle, its sleek design and sturdy build exuding an aura of reliability and precision. "Trust me, this gun is the best," Ryder claimed, his voice filled with conviction, and Eggsy took the rifle from him, his eyes scrutinizing the weapon with a mixture of curiosity and appreciation.

Eggsy inspected the rifle, his fingers tracing the contours of the barrel and stock, checking for any imperfections or malfunctions. After a few moments, he nodded in approval, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The rifle felt solid in his hands, its weight and balance reassuring, and he knew that with this weapon, he would be more than a match for the zombies they would undoubtedly face.

Marcus, sensing that everyone was ready, proceeded to distribute guns and ammunition to the group, his movements efficient and deliberate. "Let's gear up," he instructed, his voice firm and commanding.

"We have Lena to rescue, and probably more zombies to fight. We have to be equipped." His words were met with a chorus of nods, determination etched on every face, their eyes burning with a fierce resolve to complete their mission and emerge victorious.

As they prepared to set out, the group's demeanor underwent a subtle yet palpable shift. Their movements became more purposeful, their expressions more resolute, and their voices more confident.

They knew that the journey ahead would be fraught with peril, but they were ready, their spirits buoyed by their collective determination to rescue Lena and survive the zombie-infested landscape.

In a quiet corner of the room, Jane stood silently, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she endeavored to conceal her pain. Her wound, though carefully hidden, still throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked in every shadow.

Jane was determined to keep her condition a secret, fearing that if the others were to discover her injury, they would insist on finding her medical attention, potentially jeopardizing their mission to rescue Lena.

Ajax, ever the observant one, had noticed Jane's unusual behavior and decided to investigate. He ambled over to her, his eyes locked onto hers as he asked, "Are you okay?"

Jane's response was a faint smile and a nod, but she remained tight-lipped, refusing to divulge any further information. This only served to pique Ajax's curiosity, and he found himself wondering what had transpired between Jane and Eggsy earlier.

As the group finished gearing up, Marcus cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Alright guys, let's go rescue Lena and take down Hank," he declared, his voice firm and resolute.

The group nodded in unison, their faces set with determination as they prepared to face the dangers that lay ahead. With their weapons at the ready, they stood poised on the threshold, ready to embark on their perilous mission.

With determination etched on their faces, the group stood poised and ready, their eyes burning with a fierce resolve to overcome the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

The weight of their mission hung heavy in the air, but they were undaunted, their spirits buoyed by their collective determination to rescue Lena and bring an end to Hank's sinister plans.

As they steeled themselves for the challenges that awaited them, a sense of anticipation hung heavy over the group. Little did they know, however, that a new and even more formidable threat lay in wait for them on the second floor.

A group of intellect zombies, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural intelligence, stood patiently, their twisted minds focused on the task of eliminating the human intruders.

As the group ascended to the second floor, they were unaware of the horrors that awaited them, and the intellect zombies stood ready, their cold, calculating eyes fixed on their unsuspecting prey.