I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

It looked scary! Millions upon millions of crazed zombies sprinted out from inside the walls of towns and cities. I found it hard to believe such a small space would accommodate such a large number of zombies.

But from what I could see, there seems no end to their numbers. It looked like there was a bottomless abyss inside these dens, making me wonder about the fate of my armies.

The fight started hot, and blood splashed in crazy fashion all over the ground. Once the first lines of each army clashed with zombies, the backfire of the grand weapons launched.

And the world then exploded mercilessly under the heavy fire of these weapons.

Rocket launchers, modified tanks, and even helicopters started to join the fray. With their addition, the entire situation shifted to my favour.

No matter how many zombies were inside these dens, with the concentrated deadly fire of my human firearms, endless zombies bathed under deadly heat and fire, and died in dreadful explosions.

The ones controlling these deadly arms were geniuses! They didn't aim towards the zombies fighting the armies outside the dens, but aimed directly at the dens themselves.

Lacking any means of actual defence, all the fire landed and exploded in the perimeter of these dens. All I could see was a dense number of mushroom looking clouds, and violent sweeps of shockwaves that were violent enough to knock out the walls of cities and towns.

In a few minutes, the entire zone filled with dens and endless zombies changed. The zombie started to lose, and their reinforcements stopped coming in an awe inspiring scene.

Then the zombie race elites arrived!

It was a long awaited scene for me. I totally focused over the many groups sprinting without any regard to dangers around, heading directly towards the exploding dens.

During this time, my various armies already managed to gain a good control over the situation. With the help of the constant bombardment over the dens, the zombies lacked any reinforcement coming from inside the cities and towns.

So the dead zombies weren't replaced this fast with other fresh ones. And in the end, the armies finally reached the outer demolished walls of the dens.

When the walls fell, I managed to see what was inside each town and city. It was like a giant beast opening his mouth and ready to devour everything. It was total darkness, only black colour prevailed there.

Zombies kept coming out from the edge of these holes, but I couldn't see their bodies clearly until they escaped the dens.

When the zombie elites reached close to the den, they didn't venture inside as I imagined. Instead, they asked for the help of the other forces around, and together they started surrounding the cities and towns in a big circle.

The one hundred group of zombie elites stood around the den, each raising their fist high in the air. When I watched their stance closely, I found out that they already cut deep wounds at their raised right fists, allowing the blood to flow out.

Unlike common sense, the blood doesn't flow downward. Instead it moved outward, as if blood wasn't affected by gravity at all.

Things looked weird, but I waited to see what they wanted to do. The blood kept flowing, and another weird thing happened.

The blood once departed away from the bodies of the zombie elites for a few tens of metres, it started to stop, stretch outwards and move over like it was forming a grand circle or something in the air.

The blood oozing out from one hundred zombie elites began to coalesce together, forming a giant blood circle in the air.

The bloody circle surrounded the dens and once it got completed, the circle started to show another change.

It was like this bloody circle was unfolding, releasing a thin red curtain down to the ground. The process seemed to be slow, though for a reason, not a single zombie came out from the den when that happened.

The moment the bloody circle was formed, the den showed signs of malfunction.

"They should be releasing their blood right now," all of sudden, all silent by my side Loran started speaking. It was as if he was watching the same feed as me. And that made me give him a weird look.

"I know how my people act, and the time they need to do what's needed," he simply shrugged, and I couldn't tell if he was bluffing or telling the truth.

"Bloody circles are already formed," I didn't hide this from him.

"Then the dens should stop working," he confirmed my earlier doubts by what he just said. It seemed there was more to these bloody circles than what would meet the eye.

He didn't say anything anymore, and I returned to focus on the current situation in the other world. During the time I spoke with Loran, the entire dens were now surrounded by a bloody curtain, covering almost half of a ball around the dens.

I thought these bloody circles would then continue to cover up the dens in a bloody ball, but they didn't. The moment these dens got covered, I felt trembling happening at the thin bloody film extending down from it.

It looked like a drum getting hammered heavily by a giant drumstick. But I couldn't hear any sound, and I doubted such changes brought over any sound at all.

While I was wondering what was going to happen, a weird thing occurred. The all black potholes taking over what was formerly known as towns and cities began to show a new change over.

The black colour started to shift and fade away, showing a weird pale redness that seemed to invade the dens.

I knew this wasn't true. The redness seemed to be there all the time, masked by the thick veil of darkness.

And for a reason, the darkness began to fade away. While I was puzzled, the voice of Loran next to me jolted me awake, answering my doubts.