THE CONCEPTION OF A ZOMBIE KING

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 9

“WESTCLIFF CITY MUSEUM”.

Finally they had arrived, but not to meet the sights they had fascinated about.

*GROANS*

Peng peng peng . . ..

They were actually battling with zombies instead of resting.

‘Damn your grandpa, who the hell mentioned relaxation in the museum?

‘Damned zombie won’t you just die already?’.

‘I swear to God, I would roast ya all if ya bodies didn’t carry the virus as a compensation for this stress I’m going through’.

A certain fellow with a somewhat misty pupil suddenly appeared before a swift and shattered its skull with his axe.

Naturally this was Marvellous, his speed was just to fast that even the swifts seemed to crawl when compared to him. Best still, they also ignored him. He had the freedom to move unattacked between them while slaughtering them which gave him an

edge in addition to to his inexhaustible energy.

“Ebbie watch out for the swift on your left!”.

“Damn freaking zombies . . . DIE!!!”.

“Shit! . . . You stained my shirt you mummified creature!”.

“I’m gonna need a good bath after this!”.

Peng peng peng . . ..

Some minutes later . . .

“What the fuck are this zombies doing here?”.

“They don’t seem to be reducing at all !!!”.

The zombies continued to pour out of the museum and the surrounding area, evidently a lot of people had been trapped within during the outbreak and a majority had turned. Swifts and slow walkers - all of different heights, shapes, builds and so on - continued to emerge from the museum, and the teenagers began to feel fatigue as time passed.

Suddenly, Marvellous released a roar as his misty eyes emitted a bright light before it turned totally ink black. His fingers made popping sounds as his fingernails grew inches long, razor sharp and turned ink black shining with a cold lustre. At the

same time, an unknown anger burned within him.

*ROAARR*

He let out a loud roar exposing a set of razor sharp teeth. Immediately, the zombies seemed to freeze as the place became dead silent, the teenagers were shocked at the sight before them. The zombified Marvellous let out another roar throwing the zombies into disorderliness as they began to scramble away from them despite their natural instincts. If the previous scene only caused the teens to be shocked, the scene before them almost made their hearts leap out of their ribcages and their mouths hang open.

“Can someone tell me what is going on?”, Roosevelt asked mouth still hanging open.

“Damn! . . . Did killing too much zombies cause me to start seeing nonsense?”.

“This is just so unbelievable!“.

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up!”.

The teenagers began to speak finally after hanging for several minutes, the reality before them was just too absurd. As they turned to their friend, they wondered. ‘Just what in God’s world happened to you within that seven days?’. Looking at him standing tall in front of them with a kind of imposition and a form of disdain in his eyes as he stared at the fleeing zombies, they knew a change had began. No matter what, their friend was never going to be the same.

—-

With the zombies out of the way, the teens walked into the museum, their guards were as high as Mount Tai. Noticing the weird looks his friends were giving him, Marvellous could almost feel his skin crawling - in truth, despite his badass looks and his psychopathy, he was an introvert. He hated crowds and preferred to stay alone in a dark corner rather than mingling with others, and that was also the reason why he had so few friends - from their piercing looks. If he remembered clearly, the looks started after he suddenly lost his self for a few moments.

“Ok that’s enough . . .!” he said, “What is going on?” he asked.

Finally breaking the awkward moment, he stood in front of his friends baring their way. He was also puzzled about what had happened to him and their reactions only increased his curiosity.

“What’s going on? . . .” Josh asked, “You’re actually asking us what is going on?”.

“Guy it seems you don’t remember what you did outside there . . . Do you?”.

“Whatever happened to you Marvellous?”.

“I still can’t figure out the significance of what happened to you out there!”.

“ . . .”

Immediately they were given a chance to voice out their thoughts, a barrage of words slammed onto Marvellous face for what felt like eternity to him. But hearing their explanations, even he began to feel goosebumps rising on his skin from just the thought of how he must have looked - so he understood how they felt.

“Guys let’s drop the stories for now”, Mercy said.

“Yup . . . Definitely!”, Marvellous replied. He just wanted to get away from the topic on ground.

Strolling around the museum, they were awed by what they saw. The museum was certainly a functional one before the apocalypse. Taking in the sights of the ancient collections that were protected and put on display, they couldn’t help but leave their mouths hanging open.

As they continued their sightseeing exercise around the massive museum, Comfort suddenly called the attention of her friends to a door that was definitely heavily secured before the apocalypse.

“What do you guys think is behind it?” She asked.

“I certainly have no idea, but it has to be definitely very important”, Larry said.

Still discussing among themselves, the teenagers were yet to come to a conclusion when the door was suddenly burst open.

*GENG . . .*.

In front of them, Marvellous stood with a nonchalant look, “I could not think of a better way to settle and end the discussion once and for all”, he shrugged.

With twitching mouths, they all stepped in.

*********

Maxwell was getting to the best part of his dream when the smell of food - REAL FOOD! - drifted into his nose. Slowly opening his eyes, he sat up while rubbing them clean of dust. Too tired, he had dozed off before he knew what was happening and if not for the appetising aroma, he would still be sleeping.

“You’re awake” Anthonia said.

“You brought food? . . . Thank you”.

“No need to thank me, I think we need to have a serious talk though”.

“About what?”.

“Maxwell, I dare say that I know you more than anyone, even more than you might know yourself . . .”, she replied.

“You appear okay, but I know you’re not. The sanctuary - the product of your hardwork - was destroyed. You are hurt deep down but you are trying to cover it up.”

“Sigh . . .” Maxwell.

Taking a deep breath, Maxwell picked his spoon and began to devour his food hungrily, totally ignoring Anthonia’s words like he hadn’t heard a single sentence she had spoken. But the sigh was enough answer to her words, Anthonia knew that he had told her what he felt with that sigh.

But Maxwell wasn’t done, “Those teenagers we met seemed strange don’t you think? . . .”he said, “Especially the guy that appeared last.”

“Hmmm . . . Yeah, you’re right”, she replied.

Anthonia knew where Maxwell was heading with his words, in other to save her breathe, she just decided to end the conversation. If it was any other person in her place, they would not have being able to guess what Maxwell was thinking. But to her, it was a walk in the park.

“If you are thinking of inviting them to join us somehow, . . . I hope it works” she said.

“Yup . . . But that depends on whether we even see again” Maxwell shook his head.