I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 7: Heading to South

Adrian resumed his journey toward the south.

The road ahead narrowed into a maze of stalled vehicles. Cars sat bumper to bumper, doors left open, some with hazard lights still blinking weakly. He could only pass through on a motorcycle. Even a small car would have been trapped here.

It looked like Ortigas all over again. Traffic frozen in place. People had stepped out and never came back.

He eased the throttle and guided the bike between side mirrors and fenders. Metal brushed against his knee once. He corrected without stopping.

He hoped he could reach Skyway soon. If the ramps were clear, he could open the throttle and cover distance fast. He was getting tired of weaving through tight gaps at walking speed. Every slow turn kept him exposed.

A sedan blocked the next stretch at an angle. He cut the engine and rolled forward with his feet, squeezing through a space barely wider than the handlebars. He kept the shotgun slung across his back and his head on a swivel.

A shape moved inside one of the cars to his right.

He froze.

The rear passenger window was cracked. A woman inside twitched against the seatbelt. Her head snapped toward him. Her mouth opened wide, jaw straining.

She slammed against the glass.

Adrian pushed off and twisted the throttle. The engine roared back to life. He cleared the gap and didn’t look back.

More movement ahead.

Two infected stumbled between cars about twenty meters away. They heard the engine and turned in sync.

He slowed just enough to line up.

He drew the shotgun, braced it one-handed against the handlebar.

Boom.

The first one dropped between the vehicles.

Boom.

The second folded over the hood of a hatchback.

The road curved left, leading toward a larger avenue. In the distance, he could see the elevated structure of Skyway cutting across the skyline.

He reached the intersection beneath it and stopped behind a delivery van. He cut the engine again and listened.

No groans nearby.

He rolled forward and peeked past the van.

The ramp to Skyway was ahead. And it was blocked by a bus.

The bus sat sideways across the incline, nose pressed against the guardrail. Its doors were open. Luggage lay scattered on the pavement. Several bodies were sprawled near the front tires.

Two of them moved.

One crawled from under the bumper, dragging a leg that bent the wrong way. Another pushed itself up from the ground, jerking its head as if searching for the sound.

Adrian stayed behind the delivery van and watched.

More shapes shifted near the bus windows. Hands slapped against the glass from inside. Faces pressed forward, mouths opening and closing.

The ramp was a choke point.

If he forced his way through and got stuck, he would have nowhere to turn.

He scanned left and right.

The side barrier of the ramp had a narrow maintenance lane. Just enough for a bike if he kept balance. The bus blocked the main lane, but not the outer edge completely.

Risky.

He pulled the shotgun from his back and checked the chamber.

Loaded.

He took a breath and kicked the engine alive.

The infected near the bus snapped toward him.

He accelerated straight at the ramp.

The crawler lunged first. He leaned slightly and fired without slowing.

Boom.

The head burst against the asphalt.

He swerved right, aiming for the thin strip of space between the bus and the guardrail.

Another infected staggered into his path.

Boom.

It fell backward into the open bus doorway.

He didn’t stop.

The front wheel climbed onto the ramp. The incline tilted the bike upward. He hugged the guardrail, knees tight, throttle steady.

A hand shot out from inside the bus and scraped along his sleeve.

He jerked his shoulder away and pushed the throttle harder.

The bike squeezed past the rear of the bus with inches to spare. The side mirror clipped metal and snapped off, clattering behind him.

He didn’t look back. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He was on the ramp now.

The incline cleared, and the elevated highway opened ahead.

Empty.

At least for the first stretch.

He rolled off the throttle slightly and scanned.

Abandoned cars dotted the lanes, but not packed tight like below. Enough gaps to maneuver at speed.

He twisted the grip.

The engine climbed in pitch.

Wind hit his chest as the bike surged forward. The city spread beneath him on both sides. Smoke rose from several districts. Sirens wailed somewhere far away.

Halfway down the first straight, he saw it.

A cluster of vehicles blocked two lanes ahead. Around them, infected wandered across the asphalt.

They had room to spread here.

He slowed, judging the gaps.

There was a narrow opening between a pickup and a compact sedan.

He lined it up and pushed forward.

An infected stepped into the opening at the last second.

He braked hard, stabilizing the bike.

Boom.

The shot echoed across the elevated road.

The body dropped. He gunned the engine and shot through the gap before the others could close in.

Now he had speed.

This was better.

He weaved around stalled cars, using the open lanes to keep momentum. Any infected drawn by the engine lagged behind. On foot, they couldn’t keep pace.

He glanced at the fuel gauge again.

Still enough for now.

If he could clear Metro Manila and hit the southern highways, traffic would thin out.