My Sniper System in a Zombie Apocalypse World Chapter 159: Beneath the Ashes

At the center of the city, the tallest skyscraper began to tremble. Cracks spread along its fra, while the mass of dark, pulsing flesh wrapped around it thrashed under the heat.

Then it finally gave way. The massive structure collapsed, crashing down in a storm of debris, burying everything beneath it.

At the sa ti, the web of flesh that had spread across the city burned under the bombardnt, shriveling and turning to ash.

But the assault didn’t stop. Wave after wave followed, explosions rolling outward, their thunder reaching far beyond the city... all the way to the Mongolio Safe Zone.

.....

Inside the safe zone, people turned toward the south. So rushed out of their hos, others woke in panic, hearts pounding.

"What’s happening?"

"Is that an attack?"

Fear spread quickly through the crowd, until the speakers across the zone crackled to life.

"Attention all residents. Remain calm and stay inside your hos," a steady voice announced. "A military operation is currently underway to eliminate infected threats. There is no imdiate danger to the safe zone. Do not panic."

The ssage repeated again and again, trying to steady the growing unease.

anwhile, the military was already in motion.

"Periter units, report."

"All sectors active."

"Drone surveillance is up."

"Air patrol standing by."

Voices ca one after another through the comms, clear and steady.

Military vehicles rolled into position along the walls. Choppers hovered above, and drones filled the sky, spreading out in all directions as they scanned the surroundings.

Every soldier stood on alert, weapons ready. They all understood what was coming, noise like that would not go unanswered. It would draw infected from surrounding regions, pulling them in like a tide.

"Command to all units," a voice ca through the comms. "Expect incoming movent. High probability of infected convergence from outer zones."

"Copy."

"Defense teams, hold your positions. Air units, prepare for diversion protocols."

"Understood."

The plan was simple. They did not have enough air units to draw everything away for long. So they would have to hold the line and endure until things settled.

.....

Back in Ironpoint City, nothing remained but ruin.

Buildings had collapsed into jagged piles of concrete. Fires raged through the wreckage, thick smoke rising into the sky. Streets and roads were gone, buried beneath ash and fla.

"Falcon Lead to Command," a pilot reported. "City has been neutralized. No visible movent. Target area is fully destroyed."

"Command to Falcon Lead, copy. Good work. All units, return to base."

"Copy that. Pulling out."

The jets banked in unison, engines roaring as they turned away from the burning city, leaving nothing behind but fire and silence.

The web of flesh that once covered the city was gone, burned away without a trace. Streets, buildings, even the sewer systems were collapsed or scorched clean.

But the deeper the destruction went... the less complete it beca.

Far below the broken streets and collapsed buildings, the damage faded. There, a massive hollow stretched deep underground, carved out unnaturally over ti. Like a tree cut from above, its roots still remained, only these roots were alive.

They were flesh. Thick, dark, pulsing flesh spreading in all directions. Veins snaked through it, beating slowly, like a heart still alive beneath the earth.

At the center of it all, the creature rested, the sa one the special agents had encountered. Its massive body fused into the living root, tendrils sinking into the surrounding flesh. And it was not alone.

Shadows moved in the darkness. Variants, mutants, grasshopper-like infected. So were fused into the flesh itself, others crouched along the walls, still and silent. Tens of thousands that should have been above the city... had been hiding here all along.

Not all had survived the bombing. So lay broken, crushed by shockwaves that reached even this depth. Which other infected fed on, as low, wet sounds of fleshing tearing apart echoed in the darkness.

Then the creature stirred. Its massive body shifted, its gaping mouth opening slowly.

A deep vibration followed, rolling through the ground and spreading outward.

The infected froze, then began to twitch. One by one, their bodies jerked awake, answering the call. Claws scraped violently into the soil, digging relentlessly, as the subterranean horde rose.

...

Far from the ruins of the city, the ground began to shake and crack. Soil split open as hands clawed through the surface, then more followed, tearing their way into the open air.

One after another, infected erged from below, dragging themselves out of the earth. Dozens, hundreds, thousands, wave after wave of them spilled onto the ground.

Large holes ford as waves of infected poured out. Grasshopper types leapt in swarms. Mutants hauled their massive bodies upward. Variants erged last, standing tall, like sentinels among the crawling horde.

Then the ground split wider, and sothing massive rose from beneath. The queen had erged.

Her body pulled free from the soil, dirt sliding off her limbs as she settled fully on the ground. Her many eyes opened one by one, scanning the surroundings with deliberate, slow awareness.

Around her, the swarm gathered. A sea of infected stretched endlessly in all directions, numbering nearly a hundred thousand.

All were perfectly still, frozen after their ascent. Only the variants remained upright, facing her like guards before a ruler.

At her side, another figure stood. Not a mutant, nor a variant, but a new form of infected.

Raya. Her body had twisted beyond recognition. Limbs elongated, fra warped, muscles knotting through her flesh like living steel. Dark veins pulsed beneath her skin, teeth jagged and gleaming, eyes pitch-black. She stood quietly beside the queen, radiating silent nace.

The queen’s gaze swept north, toward the Mongoloid safe zone, then shifted east, toward the direction the jets had co from. A low, resonant vibration filled the air as she opened her mouth. Slowly, deliberately, she began moving east, and the entire horde followed.

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Inside the Mongoloid safe zone, Jaxon and the others had completed their dical quarantines without any issues.

He had, of course, noticed the commotion outside, the soldiers moving in organized chaos, the hum of activity everywhere. ’So this is what Elena was talking about yesterday,’ he thought, glancing south toward Ironpoint City. ’They must have finally bombed it... maybe they discovered that unknown creature hiding deep inside.’