Apocalypse Ultimate Weapon System

The weak rays of the setting sun filtered through the thick gray clouds, casting a dim glow upon the highway, which had long since fallen into ruin. The pavement was marred with fierce, spiderweb-like cracks that stretched across the surface.

At a glance, one could see scattered throughout the broken road the remains of numerous trucks and cars, some split in two—clearly abandoned for ages.

“Dad, it’s been three days. Shall we keep waiting?”

Beside the highway, beneath waist-high, withered weeds, Kebei lowered his voice and nudged the burly middle-aged man lying beside him with his elbow.

“Quiet—don’t make a sound!”

The man, whose face was adorned with a thick, black beard, possessed the sharp eyes of a leopard. He stared intently down the highway, raising his fan-sized hand to press Kebei’s head lower.

“It’s coming!”

The man’s copper-colored eyes narrowed, pupils contracting. The muscles on his sturdy arms shifted like stone, veins bulging and writhing like worms.

Lumbering down the ruined highway came a creature, its body covered with red fur, its complexion ashen, eyes pale green, teeth protruding, and claws black and sharp. It staggered toward Kebei’s hiding place.

The red-furred monster moved slowly, stopping now and then, occasionally throwing its head back to howl at the sky.

The piercing cries stabbed at Kebei’s eardrums, as harsh as nails drawn across glass.

“A zombie!”

A cold glint flashed in Kebei’s eyes. He had waited here for three days, hoping to encounter a lone zombie. He touched the