Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

The rhythm of Daniel's attack was perfectly aligned with the tune he hummed under his nose.

Every tact of the song would result in several zombies falling apart under the strength of Daniel's attack. Yet, it wasn't the times when the officer sang that were the most devastating for the horde.

It was when he would change the tune from one to another, throwing the zombies that slowly were starting to get used to his tempo off the beat.

This constant alternation of the titles that Daniel would hum was the one and only reason why someone like him managed to avoid getting swarmed.

Because even the system owners, if careless even for a moment, could fall prey to the ultimate monster of the apocalypse.

And it wasn't an evolved monster like those burly ones Mathew fought with before. It wasn't the super-evolved ones like the caterpillar either.

That dangerous monster was nothing more but a bunch of weak zombies clumped together dense enough to block the freedom of movements of its prey.

'Fuck,' Daniel cursed under his breath as the claw-like nails of the zombie tore several rifts in his left leg.

Surprised by the sudden bout of pain, Daniel retreated a few steps, buying himself just enough time to take a glance at the state of his leg.

'This is bad,' he thought, his face twisting as the sharp pain assaulted his mind.

But the officer had no time to lament over his situation. The zombies were slow for sure. But contrary to their alive counterpart, they never ceased to move.

'At this rate, I won't be able to pull him out,' the middle-aged man thought as his hand however over where the holster of his weapon would normally be, only to then stop as Daniel realized his mistake.

He lost his gun when he fell along with his companions and a huge chunk of the floor. And while it was still buried somewhere, the chances of just stumbling into it…

'I shouldn't waste my time even considering such a silly option,' Daniel thought, refocusing his attention on the things that actually mattered.

And a horde of zombies, seemingly unphased by his attacks so far, appeared as one of the things that were much more worthy of Daniel's attention than a random chance of just stumbling into the officer's gun.

Or any gun, for that matter, given how the ruins buried all those who dared to step on the edge back then to provide support for that crazy young student from this school.

'I don't know why, but thinking about him…' words appeared in Daniel's mind, only for the middle-aged man to shake his head. 'Yeah, I can't picture him randomly dropping off dead,' he thought before opening his eyes and raising them on the approaching horde.

The corner of Daniel's lips quivered as he lowered himself slightly on his knees, bringing the center of his body's weight closer to the ground.

"Let's rock!" Mathew shouted right as the zombies were about to reach him, using his lowered position to shot his body forward for a loud opening of yet another bloody song of his.

Soon, the torn pieces of the corpses started to fly all over the place as Daniel's attack tore through skin, flesh and bones of the zombies alike.

Smash the zombie's knees and it will no longer be able to chase it. Take out its arms and it will only be able to bite you. Decorate the floor with its teeth and its greatest weapon would be gone.

There were many methods to defeating, or, at the very least, neutralizing zombies. Yet, despite all his tactical upbringing and then training in the army, when faced with his newfound power, Daniel couldn't really care.

He didn't aim to make a zombie harmless when he caught both of its wrists and then jumped up, bringing his knees all the way up to his chin only to then relax his thighs, kicking both of his legs against the chest of the very same zombie.

The officer wasn't trying to neutralize another zombie when a single, rocky punch of his turned three quarters of the zombie's teeth into a powder.

All that Daniel did was just his own way of fighting, something he learned in scuffles with his teammates rather than self-defense lessons they all had to participate in.

"Damn, boss," the blue ghost of Daniel's teammate somehow manged and decided to stick around. "You better not show this side of yourself to anyone else if you want to find any allies," the ghost advised, floating right above Daniel's shoulder.

'What, is it scared of the zombies?' Daniel asked out loud.

The zombie that Daniel held in his hands snapped in half, torn apart by his powerful grasp.

'Or is it scared of me?' he asked, unable to guess the answer. 'Wait, can I even attack it in the first place?' Daniel though, yet no answer came to his mind.

And soon, rather than lingering of the topic of the weird state of his companion, Daniels' focus returning right back at the incoming zombies.

His slaughter surely brought forth a desired effect. For every kill that Daniel made here, the threat of the zombies continued to weaken. But that didn't mean it dissipated completely.

"That should do for now," Mathew muttered when the last of the nearby zombies fell to its stomach, the open cut on its head giving some clues as the where said head flew off after Daniel's attack.

The middle-aged man didn't waste any time.

Just like he would rush to a wounded fellow soldier of his to bring him under cover, Daniel rushed towards the pile with the buried body of his companion.

"What's your position?" he asked, turning his head to the side to monitor the few zombies that would make their way inside from the main hall of the school.

"I'm stuck in this weird position. I need to make up a plank to survive for now!' the ghost explained.

It then hurried away, sinking right back into the pile of the rubble. And a mere moment later, it came out only to points its fingers at two specific spots of the pile.

"If you lift those two stones, I should be free," the ghost explained.

"Hungry and on the verge of death, but free," it added a moment later.