Apocalypse: King of Zombies Chapter 1235: The Door That Shut on Garrett
Previously on Apocalypse: King of Zombies...
The door was knocked on once more. Skinny Pete, now clearly irritated, wrenched it open with force.
Garrett immediately plastered on a fawning smile and extended the Tier 9 crystal core. “Uh… how about this one?”
Upon spotting the Tier 9 core, Skinny Pete's face turned stormy.
“Get lost. Get lost, get lost. As far as you can.”
“You—”
Garrett's face crumpled entirely. Fury surged within him, nearly exploding right there.
Yet he recalled the formidable residents of this mansion—and shoved the anger down, choking it back painfully.
“Since Fallen Star Squad doesn’t welcome us,” he gritted out, “we’ll take our leave.”
His face a mask of steel-blue rage, Garrett spun around and stormed away with his followers.
At that moment, another team approached. The two groups halted briefly upon crossing paths, exchanging silent nods of courtesy before moving on.
That team headed directly to the entrance, handed Skinny Pete two cartons of Marlboro Reds without fuss, and sauntered in as if it were their home.
Garrett's complexion darkened further.
Two cartons of cigarettes… superior to a Tier 9 crystal core?
Obviously not. This was intentional.
That jerk was mocking him deliberately.
Garrett's chest burned with indignation.
Never in his life had he endured such humiliation.
Were he not outmatched… given his temperament, anyone treating him like this would already be a corpse.
“Back,” he barked. “We’re leaving Atlas City first thing tomorrow morning.”
Ultimately, he opted to flee. Unable to win or even provoke them—he'd steer clear.
But the malice gleaming in his eyes promised vengeance: given the opportunity, he'd destroy them ruthlessly.
Within the mansion…
“General Cross, you guys came early.” Ethan appeared slightly sheepish as he beckoned them inside. “Sit, sit. Food’s gonna take a bit.”
Cross chuckled. “You make it sound like we’re here just to mooch a meal.”
Then, in a hushed tone, he inquired curiously. “By the way, when I came over, I saw Garrett leaving. He looked… pretty unhappy. Did things go badly?”
“That guy?” Skinny Pete replied, disgust evident at the mere thought. “Boss didn’t let him in. Dude tried to brush us off with a Tier 9 crystal core. Like, who’s he looking down on?”
“…”
General Cross and his companions' lips twitched involuntarily.
They truly failed to grasp Skinny Pete’s reasoning.
What they ignored was Ethan's non-smoking habit, meaning the household never kept cigarettes. For Skinny Pete, a carton of Marlboro Reds outshone a Tier 9 crystal core by far.
And crucially, General Cross's crew were known allies.
They conversed briefly until another knock echoed at the door.
Skinny Pete lunged to answer, but Ethan halted him.
“Henry. You go open it.”
“Me?” Henry seemed puzzled. Typically, door-opening was far below his duties.
Nevertheless, at Ethan's command, Henry complied without protest. He approached and swung the door wide.
There stood the tall, Amazonian woman.
Henry paused momentarily, then a broad, unstoppable smile spread across his face—as if fortune had struck him suddenly.
“…You came.”
Initially, he'd only sensed a mild attraction toward her.
But with Ethan and the rest ribbing him endlessly, that spark had blossomed into genuine feelings.
Over half a year had passed. Reuniting now, his pulse quickened noticeably.
Vivian also hesitated upon seeing Henry, her gaze growing intricate.
Certain matters start trivial.
Yet repeated whispers from others plant seeds that bloom upon sight.
Vivian was powerful—demanding a partner surpassing her own strength.
Pre-apocalypse, Henry's neat, fair, bookish vibe wouldn't have appealed.
But today? As a veteran of Fallen Star Squad, Henry likely outpowered her.
And recalling Ethan's prior words to her…
Her cheeks flushed inexplicably.
Henry eyed her curiously. “Uh… what’s wrong with you? Why’re you so red?”
“N-nothing,” Vivian replied, steadying her gaze. “You’re not going to let me come in and sit?”
“Oh—right. Yeah. Come in!”
Henry hastily moved aside, guiding her into the mansion.
“This is…?” Those inside glanced up, perplexed.
Aside from Ethan and Chris, none had encountered Vivian before.
Vivian stepped forward confidently, beaming. “I’m Vivian from Deepwater City compound. Nice to meet you all.”
“Oh.” They acknowledged with indifferent nods, unimpressed.
To them, big compounds or major ones no longer impressed.
Then Ethan casually unleashed a bombshell.
“She’s Henry’s girlfriend.”
“Oh?!”
Suddenly, everyone's attention ignited. They crowded Vivian with queries and excessive friendliness, the rapid change leaving her somewhat stunned.
Emily, who had been occupied in the kitchen, dashed out for a peek, boldly assessing Vivian.
Spotting Vivian's robust, brawny frame, Emily went rigid.
Henry goes for this kind?
Did my failure to provide him safety as a child cause him to seek out 'protection' in adulthood?
...To be honest, though, beyond her ability to lug a refrigerator upstairs, Vivian possessed a truly beautiful face.
Emily sprang into action, clasping Vivian's hand firmly with both of her own. “Vivian, right? I'm Henry's sister. If he ever bullies you, tell me. I'll beat him up for you.”
“…”
Vivian's mind completely blanked.
Who am I? Where am I? Why did I even show up?
Perhaps... I truly shouldn't have come tonight.
She tugged to free her hand from Emily's grasp. Once. Twice. Yet again.
No success.
Vivian's heart skipped a beat.
The seemingly delicate woman standing before her... held surprising strength.
Naturally. Vivian scanned the room. The Fallen Star Squad harbored no weaklings.
As voices overlapped in lively chaos, another knock echoed at the door.
“Damn, it's busy tonight,” someone grumbled.
“Obviously,” Ethan replied, grinning. “We crossed paths with plenty of familiar faces today. They were bound to visit.”
He cocked his head. “Sean, get the door.”
“Okay.”
Sean headed over and swung the door open.
He stiffened immediately at the sight of four women there.
“Grace?!”
Grace blinked in shock as well. “Sean? You're here?”
They both attended Starlight State University, same department. Not intimate friends, but certainly known to each other.
From behind Grace, a wide-eyed, adorable girl brightened with scandalous delight. “Grace—your old boyfriend?!”
“Don't start,” Grace shot back, rolling her eyes. “He was a year ahead of me.”
Sean pulled back, widening the door. “Come in.”
Questions burned in his mind, but he refrained—at least right there in the entryway.
After Grace and her companions entered, the mansion buzzed even louder.
The hilarious twist: Chloe Parker, the big-eyed charmer in Grace's group, was the girl Big Mike had once pursued.
And suffered a crushing rejection from.
This reunion made the world feel utterly turned on its head.
In the post-apocalypse era, power reigned supreme. Physical attractiveness no longer held sway as before.
It resembled the old world: regardless of your looks, sufficient wealth made you attractive overnight.
Shortly thereafter, Maxwell arrived—accompanied by Ryan and Aurora.
Ethan's mansion swiftly filled to the brim. Since the world's end, it had never been this vibrant.
Ethan at last gestured for Mia to halt her cooking. He directed Maxwell to summon several skilled chefs from the compound to prepare the food.
The group was far too large. Mia couldn't handle feeding everyone by herself.
Thus, the crowd clustered together, sipping coffee and conversing. Laughter erupted intermittently, as though the apocalypse had paused for the night.
In these trying times…
Such a lively gathering was exceedingly precious.
䅿䜉㱋㝾
蘆
㝾㼡䜉䑼㻔䕿䅿䳾
擄
䥕㼡
盧
䕿㝾䥕䜉䑼
㝾㼡䅿
䚣㒱㻘䕿䜉
盧
䕿䕦䳾㝃
䑼㻔䜉㝾㺮
䝿䅿㼡
老
䚣䜉䕿䑼䜉㝾㝃
䜉䕦㻽㺮
㶷㝃䆁䮃㼡㑪㼡䦀䅿䚣
老
櫓
㝾㝃㻔㺮㡂䕿䅿
㻘䅿㡂䥕㺮㺮
㻔䐼㝾
䜉㼡
蘆
㼡㶷䜉
䂹䠩䕿㑪
盧
櫓
䆁㝾㻘䆁㼡㝾
㿘䅿 䜉㻔㝾 䕿䆁㼡㑪䕿㻘䕦䆁䚣㝾䳾 䜉㻔㝾 䚣㺮䜉㶷䕿䜉㺮㼡䅿 㑪㼡㶷㻘㝃 䥕㻘㺮䆁 㼡㐃㝾䑼䅿㺮㡂㻔䜉䮃 䨅㼡䂹㼡㝃䕦 䝿䕿䅿䜉㝾㝃 䜉㼡 䚣䜉䕿䕦 䕿䝿䕿䕦 䜉㼡㼡 㻘㼡䅿㡂 䝿㻔㝾䅿 䜉㻔㝾㺮䑼 㻔㼡䦀㝾 䂹䕿䚣㝾 㑪㼡㶷㻘㝃 㡂㝾䜉 㻔㺮䜉 䕿䜉 䕿䅿䕦 䦀㼡䦀㝾䅿䜉䮃 㒱 㻘㼡䜉 㼡䥕 䆁㝾㼡䆁㻘㝾䳾 䜉㻔㝾 䚣㝾㑪㼡䅿㝃 䜉㻔㝾䕦’㝃 䜉䑼䕿㝃㝾㝃 䥕㼡䑼 㑪䑼䕦䚣䜉䕿㻘 㑪㼡䑼㝾䚣䳾 䝿㝾䑼㝾 䕿㻘䑼㝾䕿㝃䕦 㺮䜉㑪㻔㺮䅿㡂 䜉㼡 㻘㝾䕿㐃㝾䮃
䭨䥕 㑪㼡㶷䑼䚣㝾䳾 䚣㼡䦀㝾 䆁㝾㼡䆁㻘㝾 䝿㝾䑼㝾 㡂㝾䅿㶷㺮䅿㝾㻘䕦 㺮䅿䜉㝾䑼㝾䚣䜉㝾㝃 㺮䅿 䜉㻔㝾 䣊㼡㺮㝃 䲃㝾䕿㻘䦀 䅿㝾䕿䑼 㒱䜉㻘䕿䚣 㻽㺮䜉䕦’䚣 㑪㼡䦀䆁㼡㶷䅿㝃 䕿䅿㝃 䝿䕿䅿䜉㝾㝃 䜉㼡 䚣䜉㺮㑪䠩 䕿䑼㼡㶷䅿㝃 䜉㼡 䜉䕿䠩㝾 䕿 㻘㼡㼡䠩䮃
㺮䜉
㝾㖣䅿㐃
㐃㝾䑼䅿㝾
㻘㺮㝾䠩
䕿—㼡㝾䅿䦀㺮㻔䚣䜉㡂䜉㻔䜉
䆁㼡㻘㝾㝾䆁䚣’
㝾䚣㑪䆁䕿
㝾䂹䅿㝾
䕿䜉
䅿㺮䅿䠩㡂㼡䝿
䜉䕦㝾’㻔㝃
㺮䆁㑪㝾䠩㝃
䕿
㻘㝾䂹䜉㼡䥕䚣㝾㺮㻘䑼—
䚣㝾䅿㝾
䅿䕿㻘㝾䳾㑪
㻘㶷䆁㝾㻘㝃
㺮䚣䕦㑪䮃䜉䑼㶷㺮㼡
㝾䕿㻘䑼䕦䕿㝃
䕿㻔㝃
㖣䜉㻔䕿䅿 䕿䅿㝃 㻔㺮䚣 㡂䑼㼡㶷䆁 䝿㝾䑼㝾 㡂㝾䜉䜉㺮䅿㡂 䑼㝾䕿㝃䕦 䜉㼡 㻘㝾䕿㐃㝾 㒱䜉㻘䕿䚣 㻽㺮䜉䕦’䚣 㑪㼡䦀䆁㼡㶷䅿㝃 䜉㼡㼡䮃 䐼㻔㝾䕦 䝿㝾䑼㝾 㡂㼡㺮䅿㡂 䜉㼡 䜉㻔㝾 䣊㼡㺮㝃 䲃㝾䕿㻘䦀 䙐䑼䕿㑪㝾 䕿䅿㝃 䜉㻔㝾 㼡䜉㻔㝾䑼䚣 㻔䕿㝃 䑼㶷䅿 㺮䅿䜉㼡䮃
㖣䜉㻔䕿䅿 䝿䕿䚣 䜉䕿䠩㺮䅿㡂 䜉㻔䕿䜉 䆁㻘䕿㑪㝾 䚣㝾䑼㺮㼡㶷䚣㻘䕦䮃
㝾㶷䅿㝃㝾䑼䜉㝾㑪㼡䅿
㶷㡂䑼㼡䆁
䥕䅿㝾㝾䜉㝃㺮䥕䑼
㻔㝃䜉㝾’䕦
㝾㼡䚣䅿
䑼㼡䥭䦀
䝿䚣䕿
㝃䣊㼡㺮
㻔䕿䝿䜉
䚣㺮䜉㻔
䕿㺮䚣㝃
䚣㻘䕿䜉
䂹㝾㼡㝾䥕䑼䮃
㑪䙐䕿’䑼㝾䚣
䅿䜉䳾㡂㺮㻔
㻔䜉㝾
㻘㝾䲃䦀䕿
㝃䕿㻔
䥕䑼䦀㼡
䐼㻔㝾䑼㝾 䝿㝾䑼㝾䅿’䜉 䕿䅿䕦 䜉䑼㝾䕿䚣㶷䑼㝾䚣 㺮䅿䚣㺮㝃㝾䮃 䨅㼡 㼡䜉㻔㝾䑼 㻘㺮㐃㺮䅿㡂 㑪䑼㝾䕿䜉㶷䑼㝾䚣 㝾㺮䜉㻔㝾䑼䮃 䎥㶷䚣䜉 䕿 㻽㝾㻘㝾䚣䜉㺮䕿㻘 㓟䜉䕿㺮䑼䝿䕿䕦 䜉㻔䕿䜉 㑪㻘㺮䦀䂹㝾㝃 㶷䆁䝿䕿䑼㝃—㻔㺮㡂㻔㝾䑼 䕦㼡㶷 䝿㝾䅿䜉䳾 䜉㻔㝾 䦀㼡䑼㝾 䂹㝾䅿㝾䥕㺮䜉䚣 䕦㼡㶷 㡂㼡䜉䮃
䐼㻔䕿䜉 䕿㻘㼡䅿㝾 䝿䕿䚣 㝾䅿㼡㶷㡂㻔 䜉㼡 㻔㼡㼡䠩 㝾㐃㝾䑼䕦㼡䅿㝾䮃 䐼㻔㝾䕦 㻔䕿㝃 䜉㼡 䚣㝾㝾 㺮䜉 䥕㼡䑼 䜉㻔㝾䦀䚣㝾㻘㐃㝾䚣䮃
䥕㼡
㐃䑼㼡䅿䅿䜉㺮㝾䕦
㼡䜉
䜉㼡㶷
㻔䕿㝃
䆁㶷
㑪䦀㶷㻔
䠩㑪䂹䳾䕿
䚣䆁䚣㼡㺮㝾䂹㻘䮃
䚣䕿
㻔䕿䜉䳾䜉
䜉㼡㼡
㝃䅿㝾㝾㝃㝾
䕿䝿䕦
䅿㝾㝾㝃㝃㝾
䕿䜉㖣䅿㻔
䝿䅿㡂䚣㺮
䥕䥕䚣䜉㶷
䕿䚣
䅿䚣㼡㼡
䂹㑪䅿㶷㻔
㺮㻽䮃䕦䜉
㻘㝾䥭䅿㻘䕿
㡎㝾
㓟䜉䑼䕿
䜉㼡䠩㼡
䂹䑼㺮䅿㡂
䜉㻔䕿䜉
䜉㼡
䂹䕦
䥕㼡䂹㝾䑼㝾
䅿䕿䅿㑪䅿㼡䮃
㼡䥕
㶷㵺䜉
㻔㺮䚣
䕿䚣㻘㝾䑼
䐼㻔㝾
䕿
䚣㻘㑪㻘㝾䕿䕦㺮㝾䆁
㝾—䚣㻔䆁㑪䕿㝾
㻔䜉㺮㡂䅿
䜉㺮
㖣䕿䑼㻘䕦 䜉㻔䕿䜉 䦀㼡䑼䅿㺮䅿㡂䳾 㖣䜉㻔䕿䅿 㻘㝾䥕䜉 㒱䜉㻘䕿䚣 㻽㺮䜉䕦’䚣 㑪㼡䦀䆁㼡㶷䅿㝃 䝿㺮䜉㻔 䙐䕿䑼䑼㺮㑪䠩䮃
㡎㝾 䂹䑼㼡㶷㡂㻔䜉 䙐䕿䑼䑼㺮㑪䠩 䕿㻘㼡䅿㡂 䂹㝾㑪䕿㶷䚣㝾 䜉㻔㝾䑼㝾 䝿䕿䚣 㼡䅿㝾 䦀㼡䑼㝾 䜉㻔㺮䅿㡂 㻔㝾 䅿㝾㝃㝾㝃 䜉㼡 㡂䑼䕿䂹䮃
㺮㡂䜉䅿㻔
䅿㒱㝃
䕦’䚣㻽䜉㺮
㶷㝃㺮䂹㝾䑼
㻔䜉㝾
㻔䜉䜉䕿
㝾䅿䑼㶷㝃
㝾䠩㼡䜉䚣㻘䅿㝾
䕿䝿䚣
䜉䕿㒱㻘䚣
䣊㼡㝃㺮
㝾䲃䕿㻘䦀䮃
㵺㝾䥕㼡䑼㝾䳾 䜉㻔㝾䕦 㻔䕿㝃䅿’䜉 㻔䕿㝃 䕿䅿䕦 䝿䕿䕦 䜉㼡 㝃㝾䕿㻘 䝿㺮䜉㻔 㺮䜉䮃 㵺㶷䜉 䅿㼡䝿 䜉㻔㝾䕦 㻔䕿㝃 䜛㼡䆁㝾䕦䮃 㕴㺮䜉㻔 䜛㼡䆁㝾䕦’䚣 䚣䜉䑼㝾䅿㡂䜉㻔䳾 䚣䦀䕿䚣㻔㺮䅿㡂 䜉㻔䕿䜉 䚣䠩㝾㻘㝾䜉㼡䅿 䕿䆁䕿䑼䜉 䚣㻔㼡㶷㻘㝃䅿’䜉 䂹㝾 䕿 䆁䑼㼡䂹㻘㝾䦀䮃
㿘䥕 䜉㻔㝾䕦 㑪㼡㶷㻘㝃 䂹䑼㝾䕿䠩 㺮䜉 㝃㼡䝿䅿䳾 䜉㻔㼡䚣㝾 䂹㼡䅿㝾䚣 䝿㼡㶷㻘㝃 䂹㝾 䑼㝾䕿㝃䕦㪖䦀䕿㝃㝾 䝿㝾䕿䆁㼡䅿䚣䮃 㒱 䚣䠩㝾㻘㝾䜉㼡䅿 䜉㻔䕿䜉 㻔㶷㡂㝾 㑪㼡㶷㻘㝃 䕿䑼䦀 䜉㻔㼡㶷䚣䕿䅿㝃䚣 㼡䥕 䆁㝾㼡䆁㻘㝾䮃
䣊㝃㺮㼡
䕿
㺮㻔䜉䑼㝾
㺮㝾䜉䦀䚣䮃
㶷㝃㝾㻔䑼㝃䅿
䐼㻔㝾
䜉䝿㼡
䕿㝾䦀㝃
㝾㑪㝾䕿䜉䅿䑼䅿
䲃䕿䦀㝾㻘
㼡䥕
‘㝃䜉㝾䕦㻔
䠩㺮㻘㝾
䅿㝾㝾䂹
㻔䜉㝾
䕿䕦䝿
㝾㻔䜉䦀
㼡䜉
㻔䑼䜉㝾㝾
Gunfire thundered across the desolate street, bullets ripping through the zombie throng as they dropped in heaps. The clip emptied rapidly, forcing a quick reload while the undead pressed closer. His partner slashed fiercely with a blade, carving paths through rotting flesh. Precise shots shattered skulls left and right, gore spraying in arcs. He gripped his weapon tighter, scanning for the next wave amid the chaos.
Zombies charged with savage hunger, their decayed hands grasping desperately. He sidestepped a lunge, firing point-blank into a gaping maw. The blade whistled through air, lopping off arms and decapitating foes. Ichor pooled on the ground, turning it treacherous. With a fierce yell, he urged his ally on, pulse racing in the heat of battle.
Bang!
Roar!
Growls echoed menacingly!
Pew pew!
Headshot!
Splat!
Charge!
Slash!
Thud!
Brains everywhere!
Flesh tear!
Sweep blade!
Heavy chop!
Groan groan!
Long narrative with action!
The blade wielder stumbled slightly but recovered, unleashing a flurry of cuts that felled several zombies. Though exhausted, determination burned in his eyes. He blocked a claw swipe, retaliating with a thrust straight to the heart. The horde thinned but reinforcements shambled in. Covering fire from his friend kept them at bay, allowing a moment to breathe.
Snap!
Head burst wildly!
Gun click!
Reload!
Fire burst!
Blood spray—scream!
Clip empty!
Gasp!
—Zombies swarm fiercely!
Fall back!
Dodge!
Blade slash!
Stab!
Roar!
Zombie fall!
Wave end!
Charge again!
Fight!
Zombie groan!
End wave!
Dash slash!
Hero stand!
Blade drop!
Gun ready!
Zombie!
Kill!
Fierce roar!
End chase!
Wave fierce!
Hero!
Blade sweep!
Grab!
Shoot!
Zombie!
Stand firm!
Gun!
Zombie horde!
Me!
Hero slash slash snap!
Stand roar!
Charge!
Gun!
Hero!
Slice slash!
Charge!
Hero!
Blade!
Charge slash slash!
Hero!
“Die you zombie bastards! Shoot your heads off one by one! One shot one kill, headshots all the way! Don't even think about getting close, blast blast bang! Come at me if you dare!” The gunman roared fiercely with laughter, unleashing a barrage that exploded several heads in succession. His partner cheered wildly, morale boosted as they cut down the stragglers together. “Haha! One shot one kill, no mercy!”
The machete guy gasped for breath, having slain countless zombies. Though the young man fired rapidly, zombies still swarmed. Their numbers seemed endless, shambling from shadows. But the duo held the line, weapons flashing. The gunner's shots rang true, dropping threats efficiently. Zombies fell in droves, clearing a path to safety.
‘Fire zombie slash!
Hero charge!
Kill all!
Zombie gun!
Group zombie tightly gathered!
Charge gun!
Haha!
Hero slash tightly gun zombie!
Dodge roar slash!
Group haha!
Grab tightly slash zombie group zombie!
Stand!
Clip—bang!
Me!
Clip tight!
Group group rush!
Snap!
“Quickly shoot those zombie bastards!” The machete guy yelled hoarsely, slashing through the swarm. Zombies lunged wildly, but he parried and countered. Guns blazed, bullets whizzing past. Corpses piled up, stench overwhelming. “Those mutated zombie leader's tough, but headshots will do! Blast them down, no escape! Slash slash cut deep, smash their skulls, dodge grab, cover fire, blast the leader, retreat back, hold position, one shot kills, charge dodge laugh!”