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.

it

stopped, looking around in

burning tanks.

infected had been feasting on the corpses of the soldiers that littered the ground here, and were now staring at him with bestial eyes. Several more were rushing from behind, only a few seconds away from

tighter,

do. He had to fight. It was just

escape. Alone. If he lost the pack of

revolted and loathing himself for

behind, ever, and that meant... that meant that both of them were going

up a length of iron pipe that lay nearby, slightly bent and heavy

die, then he would die fighting. He would die taking as many of these monsters with

However...

Orum did not die.

to lunge at him, something whistled in the air, and the head of one

second later, another fell to the ground,

was hit directly

shook off his shock and raised the ground in front of them akin to a wall, the cracked asphalt scattering into the air. The wall shuddered when two monstrous creatures crashed into her, producing an appalling sound of breaking bones. Orum toppled the wall of earth onto them and raised his

ghostly voice whispered

[You have slain...l

second infected, as well, although that one

already upon them — or rather, they were sprawled

his pipe, took his sister's hand, and

few moments later,

a beautiful young woman in dark military clothes, visibly one or two sizes too large for her

pregnancy. Her belly protruded forward like a ripe fruit, and she was using her other hand

as his savior and bowed