I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 9: Helping Others

"Get here! I’ll cover you!" Adrian shouted.

The family broke from the side of the SUV and ran.

Adrian fed shells into the shotgun without looking down. He kept his eyes on the infected weaving between cars.

Boom.

The closest one spun and dropped.

Boom.

Another collapsed over the hood of a sedan.

The mother reached the Fortuner first, baby clutched tight against her chest. The little girl stumbled but the father grabbed her arm and pulled her forward.

Adrian fired again.

Boom.

The recoil slammed into his shoulder. He adjusted his stance and shifted a step to the right to widen his angle.

Two infected were cutting in from the far lane.

Boom.

One fell.

The other kept coming, jaw hanging loose, arms reaching.

Boom.

It dropped three meters from the Fortuner’s rear bumper.

The father yanked the driver’s door open and slid inside. The mother dove into the passenger seat with the baby. The little girl scrambled into the back.

"How about you?" the father shouted through the open window.

"I have my motorcycle! Go once it starts!" Adrian yelled back, pumping another shell into the chamber.

"Are you sure—!"

"Look, if I repeat myself, we’re lunch! Go!"

The father swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, sir! I owe you one! Take care!"

He pressed the ignition and the engine turned on.

Adrian stepped backward, keeping the muzzle up. More infected were spilling onto the ramp from both directions now. The earlier gunshots had carried far.

Five from the left.

Three from the right.

And more shapes behind them.

The Fortuner’s engine roared to life.

"Move!" Adrian shouted.

The father slammed the gear into drive and floored it. The SUV lurched forward, bumper scraping against the guardrail before straightening out.

Adrian shifted his focus fully to the approaching infected.

Boom.

A head snapped back.

Boom.

Another dropped and slid across the asphalt.

After he thinned out the group, Adrian lowered the shotgun just long enough to scan.

Bodies lay scattered across the incline. A few twitched, but none stood back up.

More shapes were moving in the distance.

He didn’t waste time.

Adrian jogged back to his motorcycle. He slung the shotgun across his back and grabbed the handlebar with one hand. His other hand twisted the throttle halfway before he even swung his leg over.

The engine screamed alive.

An infected stumbled out from between two cars near the bus wreck. It locked onto him and started forward.

He didn’t shoot.

He gunned the engine instead.

The bike shot forward and clipped past the infected before it could reach the lane. He leaned low over the tank and pushed up the ramp, past the bus, past the broken mirror he had left behind.

Wind hit him hard as he cleared the choke point.

He didn’t look back.

The Fortuner was already a shrinking shape ahead, weaving between stalled cars and gaining speed on the open stretch of Skyway.

Good.

They were moving.

Adrian accelerated to match the flow of the elevated road. Abandoned vehicles dotted the lanes, but the gaps were wide enough to maneuver. He kept his speed high enough to outrun anything on foot.

A few infected wandered near the shoulders. They turned at the engine’s pitch but never got close.

He didn’t slow.

Once he cleared the immediate cluster, he let himself breathe.

He rode another few hundred meters before easing off the throttle. He drifted into the outer lane, where a long stretch of clear asphalt gave him space.

He checked his mirrors.

No infected gaining.

No vehicles approaching.

Just empty road and smoke rising from the city below.

Only then did he glance inward.

A faint blue interface flickered at the edge of his vision.

He focused on it.

[+50 Points – Infected Eliminated]

[+50 Points – Infected Eliminated]

The notifications stacked briefly before fading.

Then a larger prompt appeared.

[+500 Points – Survivor Rescue]

[+500 Points – Survivor Rescue]

[+500 Points – Survivor Rescue]

[+200 Points – Infant Survivor Rescue Bonus]

The numbers consolidated.

[Total Points Earned: 1,800]

Adrian exhaled slowly.

1,800.

More than he expected.

He kept one hand steady on the throttle and shifted his focus to the point counter at the corner of the interface.

[Current Points: 3,270/1,000]

He didn’t notice that he already raked over three thousand points, which means he is eligible for three gacha spin. He would do that once he determined his place to be safe.

Not long after, he caught up to the Fortuner.

It stayed two lanes ahead, moving steady. The father kept a safe speed, not too fast, not too slow. The SUV swerved around stalled cars with care. Brake lights flashed when needed, then vanished as it pushed forward again.

Adrian stayed behind them, ten to fifteen meters back.

Close enough to support.

Far enough to maneuver.

Then the shadow passed over him.

Adrian’s eyes flicked up out of instinct.

Something cut across the sun.

A dark shape dropped from the sky.

It didn’t glide.

It folded its wings and dove.

"Move!" Adrian shouted, though the wind swallowed his voice.

The thing slammed into the Fortuner’s roof with a heavy metallic crash.

The SUV swerved hard.

The father fought the steering wheel.

Adrian saw it clearly now.

An oversized vulture.

Its wingspan stretched wider than the Fortuner itself. Feathers were patchy and torn. Raw flesh showed through in places. Its eyes were cloudy, milky white. Its beak opened too wide, strings of dark fluid hanging from the tip.

Its talons punched through the roof metal with a screech of tearing steel.

The creature shrieked.

Inside the SUV, the baby began crying again.

The vulture’s head snapped downward. It pecked at the roof, metal denting inward with each strike.

Adrian gunned the throttle.

The bike surged forward.

The Fortuner fishtailed slightly as the father tried to maintain control.

The vulture spread its wings wide, flapping once.

The downforce nearly tipped the SUV.

Adrian drew the shotgun while riding.

One hand on the throttle.

One hand gripping the weapon.

He closed the distance to five meters.

Boom.

The blast struck the creature’s side and its feathers exploded into the air.

It screeched louder but didn’t fall. However, its head snapped toward Adrian.

He fired again.

This time the pellets struck its wing joint.

The wing jerked violently. The creature flapped wildly, losing balance.

The Fortuner swerved again and the father almost lost control.

The vulture shrieked and pushed off the roof and fled the scene, like realizing that they were no easy prey.

"Shit!" Adrian cursed under his breath. He was focused earlier dealing with that monster but now, he wondered what that is.

Then he realized that perhaps it’s not only the zombies that are the threat in this new world, but also mutated ones!