Chapter 37: Chosen Ones

Chapter 37: Chosen Ones

Alpha was on the open land, staring at the unusual sight before him. Zorvax, an enigmatic zombie, stood there, calm and collected. His demeanor contrasted sharply with the typical zombies, who moved erratically and mindlessly. There was something undoubtedly different about this one.

The tension in the air grew, creating a palpable sense of anticipation. Alpha's team, Agents 70 and 90, stood behind him, equally bewildered by the scene unfolding before them. It was a moment of uncertainty.

Then, a voice abruptly cut through the silence, sending shockwaves through the group. "What are you doing here?" The voice emanated from all directions simultaneously, leaving Alpha and his team searching for its source. Once more, the voice echoed, "What are you looking for?"

They turned their attention back to Zorvax, determined to find answers. Zorvax's zombie form, strangely calm, repeated, "What are you doing here?" His voice carried an odd mix of curiosity and indifference.

Alpha, struggling to comprehend the situation, stammered, "How can you talk? You're just a zombie." His voice quivered with disbelief.

Zorvax's lips curled into a cryptic smile, and he replied, "So you've figured out I'm a zombie. What do you want here?" His tone was enigmatic, making it difficult to gauge his intentions.

Alpha's astonishment only grew, but he pressed on, seeking answers. "What I'm doing here is to see the level 2 zombies, but I never expected to encounter one with consciousness."

With a hint of amusement, Zorvax retorted, "Is that all you want?" His expression remained an enigma, leaving Alpha and his team unsure how to proceed.

Tension gripped the room as Alpha's agents instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons. Alpha, resolute but unsure, gave the order. "We also want to take you back! Men, open fire!" His voice held a note of determination as the agents swiftly unleashed a barrage of gunfire in Zorvax's direction.

Zorvax grinned, his mask concealing his emotions. "Let's see if you can pull it off." The scene in the open land had evolved into a confrontation between two enigmatic forces, one wielding advanced technology and the other a level 2 zombie with unique abilities.

In the desolate land, the confrontation between Alpha and Zorvax intensified. Alpha, fueled by determination and anger, rushed forward, launching a barrage of fiery punches at Zorvax. "You're just a zombie. Even though you have consciousness and are at level 2, I refuse to believe that I'm weaker than you!"

Zorvax grinned as he skillfully parried the fiery fists, his movements calculated and precise. "I may be just a zombie, but I managed to eliminate all three of your men. It seems that you humans are the weaker ones."

Alpha's frustration boiled over. "Damn you!" He channeled his energy, and his fist burst into an even larger flame. With precision, he landed a powerful hit on Zorvax's mask, sending the zombie flying once again. This time, the mask shattered, revealing Zorvax's face underneath.

Alpha was taken aback as he gazed upon Zorvax's uncovered visage. Zorvax's face, except for his pitch-black eyes and pale gray skin, appeared surprisingly human. "I never expected to see that your face is almost human," Alpha remarked in genuine surprise.

Zorvax's smile broadened as he responded, "Thank you for the compliment. I also prefer this face, as it's rather handsome. But let me share something with you."

Alpha, now puzzled, asked, "What is it?"

Zorvax continued, "You mentioned that you are the chosen human, but I am the chosen zombie." With a burst of speed, Zorvax maneuvered behind Alpha, landing a swift blow that sent him hurtling through the air in retaliation.

As Alpha tumbled, Zorvax's smile remained, and he taunted, "Now, do you understand what I meant?" The room bore witness to this battle of wits and power, as Alpha and Zorvax continued their tense and dynamic exchange, each trying to assert their dominance in this unexpected encounter.