Gunfire roared and echoed through the lab as people unleashed everything they had—bullets, grenades, raw fury. No one could wrap their heads around it: how the hell did a zombie outbreak start in a high-security lab?
Luckily, the zombies weren't that strong. Wiping them out was just a matter of time.
But then—everything changed.
A sudden, crushing pressure swept through the room like a tidal wave. It hit all at once, thick with a chilling, almost primal dread that made everyone's heart skip a beat.
"What the hell is that?"
People froze, breath caught in their throats, eyes wide with panic.
The pressure kept building, like an invisible hand tightening its grip around the entire room. A few of the weaker ones couldn't take it—their bones cracked and shattered under the force. They dropped to the ground without even a scream, lifeless.
And then, through the chaos, Ethan stepped forward.
"Zombie King?" someone whispered.
