Apocalypse: King of Zombies-Chapter 472: I’m Fear

Chapter 472: I’m Fear

CRACK!

A sharp snap echoed through the air—then came the searing pain, shooting through every nerve in Frank’s body. His mind went completely blank.

A blood-curdling scream tore from his throat, raw and hysterical, shattering the chaos around him.

“Frank!” his second-in-command shouted, wincing hard at the sight.

“Gotcha!” Leah lunged forward, her hand reaching for him.

Frank’s lieutenant recoiled instinctively, fear flashing in his eyes as he scrambled backward.

All around them, the battlefield was a brutal mess. Genesis Biotech’s Awakeners were locked in savage combat with the swarming undead. The air was thick with the guttural snarls of zombies and the agonized cries of the dying.

One of the more terrifying zombies—Fear—had just tackled an Awakener to the ground. His jagged fangs sank into the man’s neck, then yanked back with a vicious jerk, tearing open the artery in a spray of blood that shot several feet into the air.

Fear’s already grotesque face was now smeared with gore, making him look even more monstrous.

But his enemies weren’t pushovers. These were Awakeners who had formed crystal cores—battle-hardened and powerful. Fear’s body was a mess of wounds: deep gashes from blades, burns from fire attacks, and patches of skin frozen solid.

Still, he fought like a demon unleashed—utterly unhinged, fearless, and relentless. He hurled himself at the next human without hesitation.

Watching from the rear, Big Ears couldn’t help but mutter in awe, “Damn, Fear’s going all out today.”

“Yeah,” Shrimpy said, worry creeping into his voice. “You think he’s gonna make it out of this?”

Locomotive, standing nearby, sent out a quick neural pulse.

“Yo, Fear—you wanna fall back?”

“No!” Fear’s reply was curt and absolute.

He tackled another Awakener, this one wreathed in flames. The two of them rolled across the ground, locked in a deadly grapple.

The fire scorched Fear’s flesh, the pain almost unbearable. His already battered body now bore fresh burns, skin blistering and blackening.

But he didn’t care.

He’d made a promise to Ethan—to evolve, to become a Zombie King. That dream of power burned hotter than the flames licking at his skin.

Lately, he’d been devouring more and more flesh, and he could feel something stirring in his brain—an itch, a pressure—like a crystal core was starting to form.

Killing was the best fuel for evolution. Only through the crucible of battle could he grow stronger.

So today, he’d either die or evolve. No middle ground. He was going to push himself to the edge.

“Big Ears, should we help him?” Shrimpy asked, clearly uneasy.

Big Ears scanned the battlefield, then shook his head decisively.

“Nah. These humans are weak. Not worth our time.”

“…”

The fight raged on, growing more savage by the second. Fear was now fully engulfed in flames, his skin splitting and peeling, smoke rising from his charred body. He looked like a demon straight out of hell.

But he didn’t stop.

Through the agony, he sank his teeth into the human beneath him, tearing the man apart with raw, feral rage. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

His body was wrecked—soaked in black blood, skin scorched and cracked, looking like a grotesque, blood-drenched gourd.

The last time a zombie leader looked this wrecked was Bighead, back in San Diego…

“Keep going!”

Fear didn’t pause. He dragged his broken body forward, eyes scanning for his next target.

It didn’t take long.

He locked onto a hulking man wielding a tactical tomahawk—clearly a B-rank strength-type Awakener. The guy was cutting through zombies like a beast, each swing of his weapon brutal and precise.

Fear’s eyes lit up.

This was the kind of fight he needed.

“You’re mine…”

Fear locked eyes on the brute and launched himself from the swirling black mist, landing squarely on the man’s back. Without hesitation, he lunged for the neck, jaws wide.

The man felt a sharp sting at the base of his neck and instinctively hunched his shoulders, stopping the fangs from sinking deeper. He reached back, grabbed Fear’s jaw, and snarled, “Die!”

With a roar, he heaved Fear up and over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground with a bone-jarring thud.

The zombie that hit the dirt was a wreck—charred black, flesh torn open to the bone—but his eyes still burned with savage fury.

“You little freak,” the man growled, furious. “You’re this messed up and still think you can sneak up on me?”

He raised his tactical tomahawk and brought it down hard.

Fear twisted just in time, avoiding a fatal blow, but the heavy blade still bit deep into his shoulder. A spray of foul, dark blood splattered across the ground.

He howled in pain—but didn’t back down.

Instead, he lunged again, sinking his teeth into the man’s forearm, the one holding the axe.

“Shit!” the man cursed, gritting his teeth as pain shot up his arm.

He shoved at Fear’s forehead with his free hand, trying to pry him off, but the zombie wouldn’t budge.

The taste of blood only drove Fear deeper into a frenzy. No matter how hard the man pushed, Fear’s jaws stayed locked, his claws digging into the man’s arm like iron shackles.

Blood poured from between his teeth, hot and thick.

The man was panicking now, sweat pouring down his face. He twisted and struggled, but Fear clung to him like a rabid animal.

“Somebody! Get this thing off me!”

“I’m coming!” a teammate nearby shouted. He shoved aside the zombie he was fighting and rushed over.

The plan was simple—cut off the zombie’s head, and he’d have to let go.

He raised his titanium machete and charged straight at Fear.

But Fear was barely conscious. The brutal fight had pushed him to the edge—his vision blurred, his mind foggy. He didn’t even register the blade slicing through the air toward the back of his neck.

Then, in that split second before death, something snapped.

A strange surge of energy exploded in his mind—wild, electric, and growing fast. It built to a peak in an instant.

“ROOOAAARRR!!”

Fear threw his head back and unleashed a deafening roar, like a bomb going off.

The sound wasn’t just noise—it carried raw psychic force, blasting outward in a shockwave that rippled through the air like a stone dropped in water.

Everything stopped.

Even the chaos of battle seemed to freeze.

The two men closest to him—the brute and his would-be rescuer—went rigid, their faces draining of color. Their eyes widened in horror, bodies trembling uncontrollably.

It was like their souls had been yanked halfway out of their bodies.

Fear didn’t waste the moment.

He lunged and clamped his jaws around the brute’s neck, biting down with everything he had.

The man’s scream was cut short as his throat was torn open in a spray of blood and gore.

It was brutal. Savage. Pure carnage.

But it was also the moment Fear broke through.

In that instant, a crystal core formed in his brain—his evolution complete.

And with it came a new power.

A rare one.

[Soulquake]—a psychic ability that used sound as a conduit to shake the very soul, stunning enemies and flooding them with terror.

“What… what the hell was that?!”

The roar had echoed across the entire battlefield, drawing every eye.

Even those far away felt the tremor in their minds. Fear seeped into their hearts like poison. Some of the weaker ones lost control of their bodies entirely—pissing themselves where they stood.

All eyes turned.

They saw Fear, drenched in blood, standing over the mangled corpses of two Awakeners, his face twisted in a feral grin.

His body was a horror show—skin flayed open, muscles exposed, bones gleaming white through the gore. But he stood tall, stronger than ever.

The evolution had changed him.

He wasn’t just a lieutenant anymore.

He had the power of a Zombie King now.

And it showed.

His wounds were already starting to close, healing before their eyes. His presence radiated raw, murderous intent, thick enough to choke on.

He looked around, eyes cold and gleaming.

“I’m Fear,” he growled, voice low and guttural. “And I make people afraid…”

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