506 The Selection, Saving the Worthy and the Appearance of an Empress (1/2)

Day 126 - 1:11 PM - Monitoring Division, Atlantic City Parks Department, Great Island, Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America

Inside the military's monitoring division, everyone stared agape at the scene they watched on their monitors.

They never expected to see a scene that was only present in hero movies in real life.

The zombies coming into life and Mutants appearing was already hard for everyone to believe. Now, the display Morgan gave them made it harder for them to accept immediately.

In the first place, they only thought that Morgan was just a Mutant, a psychic at best. Nevertheless, destroying a large part of the Bally's Casino was not an easy feat from what these soldiers knew.

While everyone felt shocked, the Major's son, Maurice, could only feel amazement.

Unlike the regular soldiers who only saw the extent of the destruction, Maurice saw a totally different scene.

The scene where wisps of brownish-orange light emerging from the surroundings and gathering in Morgan's body. It was etched into his mind. As the building collapsed, the blinding explosion of light deprived him of his sight for a few seconds.

It was amazing.

Unfortunately, the next thing they saw was Morgan lying unconscious on the roof before he was swallowed by the thick cloud of dust below.

”What a pity.”

Major McGuire said with a downhearted expression.

Many of the soldiers thought the same. With this display, they might be able to appeal to rescue these survivors if they managed to live through this tough situation. But Morgan, who should be the best bargaining chip, had already fallen below.

”Dad, what are you saying? That black guy is still alive.”

Maurice suddenly voiced, which caused the attention inside the room to focus on him.

Unlike everyone here who could only see what they could see, Maurice could see a bit different from everyone. He could see energies in the surroundings in the form of different colored lights.

Just now, when Morgan fell into the cloud of dust, he saw a streak of black energy fly across the cloud of dust.

There was only one person that he had seen with that energy, and that person was surely still around. It was definitely that person, and he caught Morgan from that deadly fall.

Before Maurice could explain, however, one of the soldiers monitoring the situation cried out.

”Survivor-011, Louie Morgan is still alive!”

”Switch it to the main monitor!”

As the Major commanded, the scene on the largest monitor in the room that everyone could see changed.

At the rooftop of the tower of the same building, Morgan lay unconscious.

And beside him, a person sat on the edge of the rooftop, dangling his feet over the ledge.

”Mark...”

Major McGuire could not help but voice out the person's name.

Now, the Major remembered. Mark asked for the information on Morgan earlier. Nevertheless, his goals were unknown to them.

While they watched the monitor in surprise, Mark suddenly faced the screen. Even though they did not know why. They knew that the person on the screen knew that they were watching him.

Then, Mark stood up. With a wave of his hand, his whole body was covered with a cloak of black smoke.

His right hand stretched out, blood swirled out of his palm. With a showy wave in front of him, the blood formed a large reddish-black scythe.

”The Grim Ripper...”

Whoever the soldier that voiced that, everyone could only agree. With a swirl of black smoke, Mark vanished from that place, leaving a trail behind.

***

Day 126 - 1:13 PM - Bally's Casino, Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America

”Everyone, run to the higher floors! Hurry!”

Arnold shouted as he crushed the heads of two infected with his bare, fur-covered hands.

They were currently in the hallway of the hotel tower, two floors above the lower rooftop.

The mutators held the incoming infected as much as they could. The narrow hallways helped a lot in reducing the number of infected coming at once. Nevertheless, with just a few people holding the rear, it was not enough. Even if they managed to kill another infected, another one would replace its place. If they managed to kill another spider, the infected would undergo another burst of ferociousness.

CRASH!!!

Loud sounds of breaking glass could be heard everywhere as the windows of the rooms connected to the hallway was broken in by the infected.

”Abandon the floor! Quick!”

Arnold shouted out loud to everyone holding back the rear.

Unknown to them, the higher floors were already being invaded by the mutated spider latched infected. The number was not as many as below. However, the infected had already thrown the escaping survivors into chaos.

To flee from the onslaught of the ferocious infected, many of them got separated from the main group.

”You kids! Run! We'll hold back the rear!”

Two men shouted as they ran with three children. The oldest of the three children was twelve, the second was eleven, and the youngest was just eight.

”But...”

The oldest voiced out his hesitation.

”Don't worry about us! Just run!”

One of the men pushed the oldest forwards. With that, the three children turned their backs from the two men and ran forwards.

Unfortunately, what they thought was wrong.

For most people in the apocalypse, children were nothing but baggage. They could not work. What they could do was limited. And their childish tantrums were hard to handle for most people.

Thus, it was easier to abandon them if they had no close relation to the adults. To unlucky ones, even if blood ties were present, sacrificing them when needed was possible.

It was also the case this time. The two men voiced it as if they wanted to protect the children. However, when the children turned their backs, the two men immediately ran in a different direction and hid. It caused the infected that was running after them focus on the three children that were running across the straight hallway.