Global Evolution: I Became A Zombie!

Three hours later…

"Sir, the situation is getting—!" a collective soldier yelled.

"I know," Lo Da said, cutting him off.

How could he not have noticed their position? Slowly but surely, they were being overwhelmed by the sheer number of the undead.

Earlier, they were taking out the zombies in one hit. Now it was taking them at least three hits.

To make things worse, it was like a flood had breached through the bay, and the zombies kept coming.

It should have been a small group of enemies, but there were hundreds of zombies before him. The halls were slowly being filled with corpses and marred with rotten blood.

It was getting difficult for them to move around like they did before. Soon, they would only have enough space to stand where they were, unmoving.

"If only we had other weapons," Lo Da mumbled, gritting his teeth.

The weapon he had was a one-shot weapon.

It released a short but high-intensity plasma beam that could burn through anything the mealy planet had to offer. The issue was that it's one-and-done nature.

That's why they had to defend the ship with their power suits.

The severe cost-cutting methods of the organization had never made him so frustrated.

Even if they only had electric batons, that would have been enough to deal with the pests. But alas, they had to make do with her fists.

He looked around him.

This is bad. They're too weak to last in an extended fight.

While Lo Da came from a warrior lineage and had briefly served in the armed forces, those around him hadn't. They all had fought and survived the virus, but that was it.

They didn't have any real battle experience, and it showed. Every punch they threw was draining their stamina. With the endless horde charging at them, it wasn't possible for them to rest even for a minute.

Not to mention, they were already a small crew. Even then, three people were missing. One was the lieutenant, who had to be sealed in the command center according to the protocol.

The other two were Iola and Mjik. The fools who had let the horde into the ship's interior. Thanks to that, the rest of them were teetering on the edge of collapse.

Now I know for sure there's a traitor within the Collective.

Lo Da clenched his fists tightly. For a primitive species, the one leading them knew too much about them, which shouldn't be possible unless someone had told them about the Collective.

Lo Da's first thought went to Iola and Mjik, thinking they wanted revenge. But he chalked it off.

They were fools, but not foolish enough to betray the Collective, knowing they'd doom their entire lineage.

It has to be someone else.

Lo Da was right with both of his assumptions.

Tiring them out was intentional and had been Blaze's strategy from the start. Well, technically, it was the savior's plan, but even he knew better than to confront them head-on.

That's why he brought a shit ton of flesh chunks and other materials along with him. He'd continue sending stronger waves at the aliens and overwhelm them.

It went without saying that he had already instructed them not to kill the aliens, as it would be a disaster.

However, the aliens didn't know that.

For them, it was a fight for survival. Once they were desperate enough, the commander would have to fire the one-shot weapon. That was Blaze's ultimate goal.

"Swarm tactics work best against an unprepared enemy," Blaze said, smiling as another wave of zombies rushed into the ship.

***

The last zombie fell, giving a brief respite to the aliens. But that was it. A brief respite as the metal walls vibrated in rhythm with the pounding feet of the undead.

They had gotten used to the howls and screeches of the zombies by now. Instead of worrying, the voices just annoyed them now.

"Prepare yourselves!" Lo Da yelled, trying to rally the troops.

A few of them waved their hands in affirmation. The rest remained on their asses. Not because they were revolting, but because they didn't have the strength left to stand.

Lo Da could only click his tongue and ignore them. There wasn't any space to let them fall back without allowing the zombies to move further inside the ship.

"Drag them away," he ordered the one standing on their feet. "I'll hold them off till you get back."

The aliens nodded and went to work.

Through his cracked visor, Lo Da stared at the undead getting closer.

They had put most corpses to try to stop the undead from getting closer, but they were relentless. They climbed over their dead kin, using them as steps to get closer to the living.

Lo Da felt a chill down his spine.

They had toyed around with the virus for so long that they had forgotten its scary nature.

Images of the past flashed before him. Stories from back when his own planet was under their attack. He had been a child back then, too powerless to fight back.

But times had changed.

He wasn't powerless now.

Be it one undead or a thousand, he'd kill them all or die trying.

Lo Da's hand hovered over the weapon strapped to his back. It was their last resort. The only question was that he didn't know what was to come next.

If he fired it now, it would be gone forever. If he didn't… they would all be gone.

Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea. At least one that he thought was brilliant.

"Lieutenant, can we sever the bay section free from the main ship?" he asked, calling the second-in-command.

"Sir, it carries important scout ships. The losses—"

"I will take the responsibility, even if it means working as a laborer for the rest of my life. Just answer the question!"

"…yes, sir. I'll begin the disengaging process—"

"There's no time for that."

Lo Da pulled the weapon free, charging it up. The weapon's barrel hummed as it charged, the temperature rising. Instead of stopping, the zombies charged ahead boldly, as if trying to stop him.

However, it was too late.

"You want to take over the ship? Yeah, over my dead body!"

A blinding beam of light shot out of the weapon. The beam tore through the flesh and metal alike as Lo Da guided it in a vertical arc. A huge section of the ship fell off, revealing the world below.

The ship's overshields reacted, sealing off the damaged section.

"That's it," Lo Da mumbled, watching the zombies plummet below.

The used-up weapon fell to the metal floor with a clank. However, just then he heard something else.

Footsteps.

Behind him.

He turned around, gazing into a pair of crimson eyes.