Shadow Slave

Chapter 1929: First Generation Chapter 1929: First Generation

The shock of having killed an infected rattled Orum. He had slain several monsters in that strange dream of his... but those were monsters in the dream. The hideous creature in front of him had been a human once, and they were in the real world.

Monsters had no place in the real world.

...But killers had.

After all, the real world was not that different from a nightmare.

Wiping his sweat, he turned away, pulled his sister close, and shielded her from the gruesome sight.

'We can't stay still. We need to get away from this district before the fire spreads.‘

"Orie..."

He looked at his sister and forced out a smile.

"It's fine. I'm not hurt. It's... it's all going to be fine."

He remembered hearing the ghostly voice say that he had received something... some kind of memory. That was not the first time he had heard these words, but their meaning escaped him.

He was certain that he would not forget these terrible days for as long as he was alive, but wasn't it natural to retain the memories of what happened to you? Why had the voice felt the need to announce such a strange thing?

Gritting his teeth, Orum stood up, gasped at the pain in his wounded leg, then picked up his sister and started to limp away. The rag he had used to bandage the wound was already soaked in blood, which was now pooling in his shoe. Ignoring the repulsive sensation, he hurried his steps.

'l‘hen, hearing another howl, he ignored the pain and ran.

Orum ran as fast as he could — which was incredibly fast, compared to what he had been capable of just a few days ago. His body had grown unbelievably strong after the strange dream, reaching a pinnacle of what humans should be capable of. It was all very magical.

yet, it

Orum stopped, looking

were on a wide intersection, surrounded by burning tanks. 'l'here... there was

the ground here, and were now staring

held his sister tighter, not knowing what to

do. He had to fight. It was just that fighting these monsters was suicide, even if he still

escape. Alone. If he lost the pack of supplies weighing

and loathing himself for

that meant... that meant

up a length of

fighting. He would die taking as many of

However...

Orum did not die.

when the infected were prepared to lunge at him, something whistled in the air, and the head of one of

second later, another fell to

hit directly in

asphalt scattering into the air. The wall shuddered when two monstrous creatures crashed into her, producing an appalling

whispered into his ear

[You have slain...l

infected, as well, although that one took

their pursuers were already upon them — or rather, they were sprawled on the ground, blood flowing from jagged

took his

moments later, he

dark military clothes, visibly one or two sizes too large for her frame. She had gorgeous raven-black hair and a confident gaze, using a high— powered magnetic rifle as a walking stick to help

she... she seemed to be late into her pregnancy. Her belly protruded forward like a ripe fruit, and she was using her other hand to support

her as his savior and