Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 557: Need To Fight

They packed every scrap they could find. Food, bottles, packets, and cans were stuffed into backpacks, old purses, and even cracked office containers dragged from the back room.

The three teenagers worked with quiet desperation, moving fast but stealing glances at Clyde and Mina as if they couldn’t quite understand what they were seeing.

The three of them looked like ordinary students who were still wearing the tattered remains of their school uniforms. Just like Clyde and Mina, they must have been trapped when this apocalypse first began.

But if they looked like they were pale and trembling, Clyde and Mina seemed carved from another world entirely. The strength, the way they moved, and the sharpness in their eyes, none of it fit their age.

Especially Clyde. Wearing Jack’s body, his presence carried weight far beyond his years.

His gaze was cold, his movements steady and his every glance looked like they were sharp enough to cut them.

The teenagers stiffened whenever his eyes passed over them as if fearing a single wrong word might draw his spear. Yet he did not mistreat them. His silence was not cruelty but caution. He let them work and fill their packs without interference.

By the time the shelves were nearly empty they all carried something.

Clyde and Mina took the lead, guiding and protecting the survivors through empty streets until the office building loomed ahead.

The place reeked of rot. Corpses littered the entrance, their bodies twisted and long since stiffened.

The man waved the others on and leading them quickly to the stairwell.

They climbed to the second floor and entered a room once used as an office. Desks, chairs, and computers had been shoved against the walls, the carpet stained with dust and old blood.

Once everyone was inside the man shut the door and dragged a desk and broken monitor across it, wedging them into place as a barricade.

A collective sigh rippled through the group.

It wasn’t truly safe but it was a shelter. They had lasted three days here already and for now it would hold.

The survivors collapsed onto the floor, backs to the wall. Clyde and Mina settled a little apart from them in silence.

The six people still cast wary glances their way, uncertain what to say or how to act in the presence of the two who had fought like demons outside.

Finally, the man broke the silence.

"I... I really thank you," he said, his voice unsteady but sincere. "If you hadn’t agreed to take us I don’t know if we’d last another day. Truly, thank you."

Mina’s eyes lingered on him, then his wife, then their daughter who looked not much older than her.

The sight twisted something in her chest. A complete family—father, mother, and a daughter. She couldn’t stop the thought of her parents and what they had become, of how she’d been forced to kill them.

Her jaw tightened. She turned her head sharply, hiding the sting in her eyes before anyone could see.

Clyde gave a single nod. His voice was calm when he answered, but edged with steel. "I agreed because you said you could work. That’s what matters. Everyone pulls their weight, or we won’t survive."

The man leaned forward quickly, his face breaking into relief and gratitude. "We will. We will! I promise."

The others nodded along, some of them whispering vows under their breath.

The office room grew quiet again, save for the faint groan of the building and the muted sound of wind pushing through cracks in the walls. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Clyde’s voice broke the silence.

"You can’t stay hidden forever. The monsters won’t stop. We have to find the Lunar Beast’s den and kill it."

The words landed heavy. The six of them froze, their faces paling as if he had spoken a death sentence. None of them dared meet his eyes.

The man swallowed, his hands tightening around his knees.

"We... we don’t know what to do. If you tell us to fight, we don’t think we can."

"You have no choice," Clyde answered coldly. His tone was firm, but not cruel. "It’s not because I enjoy forcing you. It’s because you won’t live otherwise. You want to protect your family, don’t you?"

The man stiffened at that. His throat bobbed as he gulped, words caught behind clenched teeth.

"If yes, then you fight," Clyde pressed on. He gestured toward Mina, who straightened slightly under his gaze. "My friend here was weak before too. But she chose to fight, and now she’s stronger. She faced her fear. You all must do the same."

Their eyes shifted from Mina to each other, fear flickering between them. Images of twisted bodies and snarling maws surfaced in their minds. The thought of charging at such things made their stomachs turn.

Clyde didn’t let their silence linger.

"Tonight, more monsters will appear again. And you will fight them." His voice was steady, unyielding. Then, after a pause, he added, "Don’t worry. I’ll be with you."

The room grew still. The survivors glanced at him again, their fear remained.

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Night came heavy and cold just like the day after the apocalypse happened.

The survivors huddled in silence until Clyde finally stood, his shadow stretching long against the cracked wall. Without a word, he moved the barricade aside and pushed the door open.

No one wanted to follow him. Their legs felt heavy. But Clyde’s gaze left no room for hesitation.

Reluctantly, one by one, they rose. The man clutched his daughter’s shoulder, guiding her forward, while the others dragged their makeshift weapons with shaking hands.

They stepped into the night.

The air was colder and sharper. The wind carried the stench of rot and something fouler.

The streets were hushed, as if holding its breath for what was about to come.

Then it started.

From the shadows between collapsed cars and broken walls, pale shapes slithered into view.

They were not animals or human anymore. Their white fur gleamed under the faint moonlight. Their claws dragging across the pavement, fangs glistening with spit.

The spawns of the Lunar Beast.

The six froze, terror rooting them in place. Some whimpered under their breath, unable to tear their eyes away from the things crawling closer.

"This is the time. You hunt." Clyde’s voice cut through the silence like steel.

His words gave no comfort. They were command, not choice.

The six gripped their rusted pipes, shattered chair legs, and a crowbar tighter.

The spawns hissed, arching their backs, ready to pounce.

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