Weapon System in Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 66: Leaving the Building

Parking Lot – Basement Level 2, Unknown Building.

The air was stale and damp, filled with the lingering scent of fuel, rubber, and decay. Dim emergency lights flickered overhead, casting long, eerie shadows between the rows of abandoned vehicles.

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Thomas and Erica moved cautiously, scanning their surroundings. Zombies could be anywhere.

"We should be careful," Erica whispered. "There might be some down here."

Thomas nodded, his grip tightening around his bat. "Let's keep our voices low. Where's your car?"

"Second level," she whispered back. "White Ford Territory. We need to take the ramp up."

Thomas gestured for her to move forward. "Lead the way."

They moved swiftly, their footsteps soft against the concrete floor. Several vehicles were either abandoned with doors wide open or had shattered windows, their insides stripped bare.

As they passed a black SUV, something inside shifted.

Thomas froze.

A low gurgle came from the backseat.

Before the zombie could spring forward, Thomas grabbed Erica's bat and smashed it against the window.

CRASH!

The glass shattered, and the infected flailed violently, its rotting fingers clawing at them.

Erica jumped back.

Thomas didn't waste time. He swung again, the bat crunching through the zombie's skull.

Its body slumped lifelessly against the seat.

Erica exhaled sharply. "Damn it, I wasn't expecting that."

"Stay sharp," Thomas muttered. "We don't know how many more are lurking."

They pressed forward, navigating around cars, pausing at every corner to check for movement.

Finally, they reached the ramp leading to the second level.

"Almost there," Erica whispered.

As they stepped onto the ramp, a pair of zombies lurched out from behind a wrecked sedan.

They moved fast.

Thomas reacted first.

WHACK!

His bat smashed into the first zombie's skull, sending it crashing against the hood of a car.

Erica grabbed her bat, swinging wildly at the second.

Her hit landed on its shoulder, knocking it off balance, but it didn't go down.

It lunged at her.

"Duck!" Thomas shouted.

Erica dropped to the ground, just as Thomas swung over her head.

CRACK!

The zombie's skull exploded in a mess of blood and brain matter.

Erica quickly scrambled to her feet, breathing heavily. "Goddamn it, I hate this."

Thomas grinned. "You handled it well."

"Whatever, let's just go," she muttered, wiping sweat off her forehead.

They continued up the ramp.

The second level was nearly deserted—except for a few lifeless corpses scattered between the rows of vehicles.

"There," Erica pointed. "My car."

A white Ford Territory sat parked between a red hatchback and a damaged pickup truck.

"Keys?" Thomas asked.

Erica quickly rummaged through her bag, pulling out a key fob.

She clicked it.

BEEP!

The SUV's lights flashed.

"Get in," Thomas said, scanning their surroundings. "We don't have much time."

They hurried inside, locking the doors.

Thomas slipped into the driver's seat, gripping the wheel, while Erica was in the passenger seat.

"Where the hell are we going?"

Thomas smirked. "MOA."

Erica blinked. "Wait. WHAT?!"

Thomas leaned back, cracking his knuckles. "We're going to get me back to my people."

Erica stared at him. "You mean… we fought our way up a building, just to go back down… and now we're driving to your people? I hope that this one bit plan of yours is true this time."

The Ford Territory's engine rumbled to life, the sound echoing through the desolate parking lot. For a moment, both Thomas and Erica sat in silence, watching the darkness beyond their windshield.

Erica gripped the dashboard. "Alright, Thomas. Explain to me how driving into a battlefield is part of a good plan."

Thomas placed both hands on the steering wheel.

"MOA is the only place that's heavily fortified. My men are there, and if I stay out here too long, I'm risking more than just my life. If we go now, we might avoid the worst of it."

Erica frowned. "And what if we run into something worse than those Reapers?"

Thomas smirked, shifting the gear. "Then we improvise."

Erica groaned, rubbing her temples. "You and your goddamn improvising."

With a deep breath, Thomas stepped on the gas.

The SUV lurched forward, rolling smoothly toward the exit ramp.

The moment the vehicle broke through the garage exit, the sound of the roaring engine echoed through the empty streets.

And the dead heard it.

A chorus of low, guttural groans erupted from the shadows. Dozens of zombies turned toward the noise, their sunken eyes locking onto the moving vehicle.

Then they ran.

Erica's breath hitched. "Oh, hell no."

Thomas gritted his teeth. "Buckle up."

He floored the gas pedal.

The SUV surged forward, plowing over the first wave of zombies that had rushed toward them. Their bodies crunched beneath the tires, splattering the windshield with filth.

More zombies poured from the alleyways, sprinting from abandoned buildings and wrecked cars.

Some were faster than others.

And some were smarter.

The narrow streets of Manila had transformed into a maze of death.

Abandoned cars clogged the roads. Dead bodies littered the asphalt. And yet, the worst part?

The zombies weren't just running. They were coordinating.

A group of them suddenly rushed from both sides of the street, forcing Thomas to swerve sharply to the left.

BANG! The SUV scraped against a rusted delivery truck, but he didn't slow down.

Erica's knuckles turned white as she gripped the dashboard. "Jesus, they're getting smarter!"

Thomas barely had time to reply before something slammed against the right side of the car.

A zombie.

It had jumped onto the SUV, clinging onto the door, pounding its decayed fists against the window.

And it wasn't alone.

Two more zombies leaped onto the roof, their bodies shifting the car's weight as they tried to tip it over.

"Shit!" Thomas swerved again, trying to shake them off.

Erica grabbed the bat at her feet. "Keep it steady!"

She rolled down her window just enough to wedge the bat through.

CRACK!

The bat smashed into the zombie's head, sending it tumbling off the side of the SUV.

But the ones on the roof weren't letting go.

The vehicle tilted slightly as they pounded their fists on the metal, trying to break through.

Thomas growled, "If they don't let go, we're done for."

Erica turned to him. "Then flip them off."

"What?"

She pointed ahead.

A burned-out police barricade was blocking part of the street.

A low-hanging metal beam stretched across the road.

"Drive under it," she said. "Let them hit it."

Thomas smirked. "Now you're thinking like me."

He accelerated.

The zombies on the roof kept clawing, kept pounding.

The beam was seconds away.

And then—

WHAM!

The zombies on top collided with the beam at full speed.

Their bodies were ripped off the SUV, flung violently onto the pavement as the Ford shot through the gap.

Erica turned around, watching the two infected twitching on the ground, their bones shattered.

She exhaled sharply. "That worked."

Thomas chuckled, steering around another wreck. "Told you. Improvise."