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 wasn't

Orum stopped,

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

that littered the ground here, and were now staring at him with bestial eyes. Several more were rushing from behind, only

held his sister tighter,

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

he could try to escape. Alone. If he lost the pack of supplies weighing him down... as well as his

revolted and loathing himself

would not leave his sister behind, ever, and that meant... that meant

lowered the little girl to the ground, then picked up a length of

He would die taking as many of these monsters

However...

Orum did not die.

something whistled in

another fell to the

directly

her, producing an appalling sound of breaking bones. Orum toppled the wall of

ghostly voice whispered into

[You have slain...l

the second infected, as well, although that

them — or rather, they were sprawled on the ground, blood flowing from jagged holes in their

tiredly lowered his pipe, took his sister's hand, and

moments later,

clothes, visibly one or two sizes too large for her frame. She

she needed the help, because she... she seemed to be late into her pregnancy. Her belly protruded forward like a ripe fruit,

his savior and