Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 65: Boinking the Reaper

The doorframe shattered.

Splinters exploded into the air as the Reaper burst into the storage room.

Its hulking form barely fit through the doorway, its blackened claws scraping against the concrete as it lunged forward.

Thomas reacted instantly. He sidestepped the charge, grabbing Erica's arm and shoving her toward the ground.

"Go! Crawl under it! NOW!"

Erica didn't hesitate.

As the Reaper snapped its jaws, she dropped to her stomach and rolled beneath its massive body.

The creature's razor-sharp talons swiped just inches above her back, missing her by a fraction.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled forward, her hands and knees skidding against the rough rooftop surface.

The moment she was clear, she sprang to her feet and sprinted toward the stairwell.

Thomas, however, had no time to retreat.

The Reaper turned on him instantly, its grotesque face twisting into a snarl.

Its hollow, sunken eyes locked onto his movement, its clawed feet scraping against the concrete as it crouched, preparing to pounce.

Thomas tightened his grip on the bat.

If I run, it'll chase. If I stand my ground, I have a chance.

The Reaper lunged.

Thomas twisted his body at the last second, narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws.

With every ounce of strength, he swung his bat.

CRACK!

The aluminum bat slammed into the Reaper's skull, the impact echoing through the rooftop.

The creature stumbled backward, its wings flaring out as it let out a guttural, ear-piercing screech.

Thomas pressed the attack.

THWACK!

The blow connected, sending the Reaper crashing onto one knee.

But before Thomas could land another hit, the Reaper whipped its tail around.

WHAM!

The force slammed into Thomas' side, sending him flying.

His body crashed against a metal air-conditioning unit, pain exploding through his ribs.

For a moment, his vision blurred, his chest burning from the impact.

Get up. Move. Now.

The Reaper was already recovering.

It hissed, shaking off the daze, its jagged teeth dripping black saliva as it turned toward him.

Thomas forced himself onto his feet, gasping for air.

The bat was still in his grip.

He adjusted his stance, ignoring the pain surging through his body.

The Reaper charged again.

This time, Thomas ducked low—letting the creature's massive claws swipe over his head.

As the beast passed, Thomas twisted and swung at its exposed ribcage.

CRACK!

The blow connected, sending the Reaper reeling sideways.

But it was relentless.

The creature pivoted sharply, its wing snapping outward.

The bony appendage smashed into Thomas, sending him tumbling across the rooftop.

He rolled twice before skidding to a stop, the bat slipping from his fingers.

Shit—

The Reaper saw the opening.

It lunged forward, claws extended.

Thomas had no time to retrieve his bat.

Instead—he grabbed a loose metal pipe from the debris.

As the Reaper closed in, he drove the pipe forward.

SPLURCH!

The jagged end of the pipe pierced straight through the creature's shoulder.

The Reaper howled in agony, flailing as black ichor sprayed onto the ground.

Thomas ripped the pipe free, staggering backward.

The creature snarled, its injured arm hanging limply by its side.

But it was still dangerous.

Thomas couldn't take it head-on.

He needed an opening.

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His eyes darted toward the stairwell.

Erica had made it inside. The door was partially open—she was watching, waiting.

Thomas gritted his teeth.

Time to end this.

The Reaper snarled, shaking off the pain.

Its wings snapped open.

It was preparing to launch into the air.

Thomas couldn't let that happen.

The moment it took flight, he'd never be able to escape.

Before it could lift off, Thomas charged forward.

The Reaper reacted too late.

Thomas grabbed onto its injured arm—the one he had already wounded.

Using his weight, he wrenched the limb downward.

The creature screeched in pain, its flight attempt aborted as it stumbled forward.

Thomas seized the opening.

He lifted the metal pipe high—

—And drove it straight into the Reaper's chest.

SPLURCH!

The pipe sank deep, puncturing its black, rotted flesh.

The creature thrashed violently, its shrieks turning into gargled gasps.

But Thomas didn't let go.

He twisted the pipe, forcing it deeper.

The Reaper's movements became sluggish.

Its talons clutched weakly at the air before its legs buckled.

With one final, sickening wheeze—

—It collapsed.

Dead.

Thomas staggered backward, his breath ragged.

He watched the creature's lifeless body, making sure it didn't move again.

Only when he was certain, he exhaled sharply.

The fight was over.

"Thomas!"

He turned.

Erica was at the stairwell entrance, her eyes wide.

She had been watching the entire fight.

Thomas wiped black ichor from his face, then grinned.

"That was fun."

Erica gaped at him. "Fun?! You just—You almost—"

She threw her hands in the air, clearly struggling for words.

Then, without warning, she ran up to him and punched his arm.

"Ow!" Thomas hissed, rubbing the sore spot. "What was that for?!"

"For being a dumbass!" Erica snapped. "You could've died!"

Thomas smirked. "But I didn't."

Erica groaned, shaking her head. "I can't believe you…"

Despite her frustration, he noticed something else in her expression.

Relief.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice softer this time.

Thomas nodded. "Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here."

They both turned toward the stairwell, ready to leave the rooftop of death behind.

But before they could take a step—

—A deep, distant roar echoed across the sky.

Thomas and Erica froze.

Slowly, they turned their heads—

Up above, in the dark clouds, they saw them.

More Reapers.

Circling.

Hunting.

And they weren't alone.

"We are not going to fight them so get inside," Thomas said.

Thomas slammed the door shut behind them, locking out the rooftop and the nightmare above.

Erica leaned against the wall, catching her breath. "You were way too calm about that," she muttered.

Thomas ignored her comment. Instead, he focused on their next move.

"We need to get down to the lower floors," he said.

Erica tensed. "You do realize we fought our way up this building, right? What makes you think we won't run into more zombies on the way down?"

Thomas peered down the dimly lit stairwell. It was eerily quiet.

"That's the weird part," he admitted. "I expected this place to be crawling with them."

He wasn't wrong. When they were forced into this building, it had been a war zone. There were zombies everywhere. But now?

Silence.

It wasn't normal. Something was off.

Erica frowned. "Do you think… the Reapers scared them off?"

Thomas shook his head. "It couldn't be."

It's more possible if the zombies inside the building exited and went towards MOA.

He shook off the thought. No point worrying about it now.

"We'll take the emergency exit," he said. "Fewer chances of running into something."

Erica raised an eyebrow. "And if we do?"

Thomas smirked. "Then we improvise."

Erica sighed, shaking her head. "Of course you'd say that."

The two of them moved cautiously down the stairwell. Thomas led the way, bat gripped tightly in his hand, while Erica watched their backs.

Floor by floor, they descended.

Still no zombies.

Erica hesitated. "You sure this is safe?"

Thomas nodded. "It's safer than staying here."

She exhaled. "Fine. But we move fast."

As they reached the door, Thomas suddenly turned to her.

"You got a car down there?" he asked.

Erica blinked. "What?"

"A car," he repeated. "In the parking lot. Do you have one?"

Erica narrowed her eyes. "Yeah… why?"

"Good, we are going to use that."