Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 130 Undead

"Shit! These people are crazy!" Benjamin spun on his heels, shooting an infected that was a few steps from Scott. "The people don’t f**king know how to fight these things, yet they send them out to fight... more like... to die." Benjamin spun again, shooting directly at the forehead of an infected running towards him from behind.

Scott quickly loaded his gun with ammunition before standing behind Benjamin. "Watch what you say, they might be listening to us."

Benjamin opened his mouth to speak but he decided to close it. Scott was right, they could be watched right now, and saying too much could expose their identity and ruin their mission.

Benjamin swallowed the rest of his complaint and tightened his grip on the gun in his hand. He forced himself to stay quiet and turned his attention back to the path ahead where the infected were rushing towards them.

The creatures moved clumsily but relentlessly, their bodies colliding against each other, they could not feel pain or exhaustion, and the soldiers standing beside him were clearly losing their nerve. They have been fighting for hours now, and with the infected still swarming towards them, they all seemed to lose hope.

One of them fired several shots in succession, the recoil forcing his weapon upward as the bullets flew uselessly into the darkness. Another soldier cursed loudly and slapped the man’s shoulder, telling him to calm down and aim properly, but the tension in the air had already begun to thicken.

A thin layer of sweat clung to their skin, even the suit they wore didn’t protect them from getting bitten or losing a limb.

Benjamin glanced to the side and noticed one of the younger soldiers lowering his weapon. At first, he assumed the man was simply exhausted, but something about the way the soldier stood there made his stomach twist uneasily. The man stood with his head low, and his breathing had grown loud and uneven, and his shoulders trembled as if he was trying to keep control of his body.

"Hey," one of the others said, reaching out to him. "Are you alright?"

The soldier nodded weakly, but the movement looked forced. His fingers slowly slipped from the rifle, letting the weapon fall against the ground with a dull metallic sound.

Scott turned his head in that direction, his eyes narrowing as he watched the man struggle to remain upright.

Benjamin muttered quietly, "That’s the one who got injured earlier... why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

The soldier suddenly bent forward as if the strength had drained from his legs. One of the men tried to help him, gripping his arm to keep him from collapsing, but the moment their eyes met something inside the injured soldier seemed to snap. His head jerked upward and his mouth opened with a hoarse sound resembling a growl.

Benjamin felt the blood drain from his face, his eyes widened as realization dawned on him.

The soldier lunged forward. His teeth sank into the shoulder of the man who had been trying to help him, and the scream that followed cut through the battlefield like a cold blade.

Scott raised his weapon instantly and fired before the others even understood what was happening. The shot struck the infected soldier squarely in the forehead and his body dropped to the ground, but the damage had already been done.

The bitten man staggered backward, clutching his shoulder as blood poured through his fingers. Panic flooded his face as he stared at the corpse lying in the dirt.

"No... no... this can’t be happening," he whispered hoarsely, tears dripping down his face.

Scott raised his gun again without hesitation. The man looked up at him, and for a brief moment, their eyes met in silent understanding. The soldier seemed to realize what was coming before Scott even pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed across the street and the man collapsed before the infection could manifest.

The soldiers who had witnessed the scene stared at the bodies in stunned silence, the reality of what they had just seen settling over them like a cold weight.

Benjamin rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled slowly, trying to push away the dread building in his chest, but before anyone could regain their composure another shout erupted from further down the line.

"Something’s wrong with him too!"

Benjamin cussed under his breath. "For the love of god, this shouldn’t be a zombie apocalypse!"

A gunshot flew inches past him landing in the skull of an infected behind him.

A stunned look marred his face, as he turned behind him.

"Stay alert!" Scott yelled at him.

Benjamin nodded, his fingers tightened around the rifle in his hand, and he began firing again.

Another soldier fell to his knees beside the entrance of the closed gate, his body convulsing violently as if something inside him was tearing through his muscles. Two men rushed toward him instinctively, trying to restrain him, but Scott’s voice cut through the chaos before they could reach him.

"Don’t touch him!"

It was already too late. The soldier’s head snapped upward and he grabbed the closest man, dragging him down as his teeth tore into the man’s wrist. Gunfire rang out again, and this time several soldiers fired at once until both bodies dropped motionless to the ground.

Panic began spreading through the line.

Benjamin looked around and saw the fear in their eyes. Several bodies lay scattered near the gate, and every single one of them had the potential to rise again... maybe he was just overthinking it.

"This is getting worse," Benjamin muttered quietly.

Scott did not argue. His gaze moved across the remaining soldiers as he assessed the situation with cold clarity. The men were exhausted, frightened, and barely holding themselves together. Some kept glancing toward the hotel behind them where the cult leaders were hiding, leaving these men to face the infected alone.

A corpse suddenly twitched on the ground. Benjamin stepped forward quickly and fired before anything could happen.

He turned around to meet Scott’s scrutinizing gaze. "Don’t tell me you haven’t watched those Zombies movies. Don’t peel your eyes from the dead... they might jump you from behind and turn you into a yummy snack as an initiation before joining their family."

The moment those words left his mouth, he noticed Scott’s gaze had widened in horror, with his gun pointed in his direction.

"Is it the moment where I’m not supposed to turn around? Or is it the moment where I turn around slowly?" He asked in a tone heavier than he intended.

Growl.

"F**k that!" Benjamin said, turning around with the speed of light, his mouth fell open as the corpses of the soldiers who died fighting the infected began rising again.