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

stopped, looking

surrounded by burning tanks. 'l'here... there was nowhere to run,

soldiers that littered the ground here, and were now staring at him

sister tighter, not knowing what

to do. He had to fight. It was just that fighting these monsters was suicide,

If he lost the

shuddered, revolted and loathing

would not leave his sister behind, ever, and that meant... that meant that both of them were going to

the little girl to the ground, then picked up a length of iron pipe that lay nearby, slightly bent and heavy in his

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

However...

Orum did not die.

him, something whistled in the air, and

fell to the

hit directly in

monstrous creatures crashed into her, producing an appalling sound of breaking bones. Orum toppled the wall of earth onto them and raised his pipe, bringing it down on the cracked skull of the first creature to emerge

whispered into his ear

[You have slain...l

killed the second infected, as well, although that one

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

lowered his pipe, took his sister's

moments later,

dark military clothes, visibly one or two sizes too large for her frame. She had gorgeous raven-black hair and a

her pregnancy. Her belly protruded forward like a

her as his savior and