With his hands and feet now untied, Souta then tosses him a sword. "This is a test for you; if you can survive, we will let you live, but if you can't, then that's on you."
Allen, looking at the iron sword near him. "Don't look down on me," he said, and he took the sword. Souta then smiles. He takes out his pistol from his waist and fires a shot in the air. The air was immediately filled by the sound of the gunshot, and the sound immediately attracted the horde towards them.
The distant moans of the undead got closer and closer. Allen, nervous, held the sword with both his hands and faced them. The horde, consisting of a hundred running zombies, rushed towards them.
The soldiers, who were scattered, killed the zombies who didn't target Allen.
Souta, flanked by soldiers and with Ai by his side, approached the bewildered Allen standing in the grassy clearing. The soldiers, their faces masked in stoic determination, formed a loose perimeter around the unfolding scene.
"Ah, Allen, my old friend," Souta said with a sinister smile. "Welcome to our little game. You see, we have a horde of eager participants just waiting for the show to begin."
Allen's eyes darted around, attempting to comprehend the situation. The distant murmur of the forest became the backdrop to this macabre theater, each leaf whispering tales of ancient secrets as if nature itself bore witness to the unfolding drama.
"Game? What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!" Allen demanded, his voice echoing in the quietude of the forest.
Souta gestured towards the horizon, where the distant moans of the approaching horde could be heard. "You see, Allen, we're going to let you loose in the middle of this field. You'll have a chance to run, hide, and survive. If you make it through, we might even consider sparing you."
The soldiers, their expressions revealing no sympathy, adjusted their positions, tightening the circle. The scent of earth and grass mingled with anticipation, creating an unsettling atmosphere. The distant rumble of the approaching horde added a sense of urgency to the unfolding spectacle.
Allen realized that he had no choice but to play along with Souta's twisted game. He pleaded with desperation. "Please, there's got to be another way. I'll do anything."
Souta smirked and said, "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." He tossed him a sword and said, "This is your test; if you can survive, we will let you live, but if you can't, then that's on you."
Allen looked at the iron sword near him and said, "Don't look down on me." He took it reluctantly and held it firmly in his hands. Souta smiled wickedly and took out his pistol from his waist. He fired a shot in the air, making a loud noise that attracted
the horde towards them.
The distant moans of the undead grew louder.
and closer, Allen felt a surge of fear and adrenaline. He gripped
the sword tightly.
and faced
the horde. The horde consisted
of a hundred running zombies, they were fast.
and relentless.
The soldiers, who were scattered around
The clearing killed some zombies that did not target Allen. They used their guns, knives, or any other weapons they could find.
As Souta's gunshot echoed through
the forest, Allen felt more alert. The iron sword in his hands felt both familiar and foreign, and its weight reminded him of his past battles. The scent of damp earth mixed with the metallic tang from Souta's gun, creating a sensory blend that filled
the air.
Souta watched with gleam in his eyes as he saw more zombies coming towards them. He said, "This is your chance to prove yourself, Allen."Show me what you can do.
The trees, ancient witnesses to countless tales, seemed to lean in with an eerie curiosity, as if drawn to
the unfolding drama.
The soldiers raised their weapons, and their movements coordinated like dancers. They aimed at any zombie that came near them or at Allen.
The atmosphere buzzed with tension as they heard running water nearby. It was a small stream hidden among some bushes. It added another layer of challenge for them.
The horde closed in faster than ever before. They reached within striking distance of Allen. He swung his sword with desperate determination. He clashed iron against decaying flesh and bone. The sound was loud and brutal.
He tasted blood on his lips as he cut through some zombies' heads or limbs. He felt pain in his arms as some zombies bit him or scratched him.
He smelled decay on their breaths as they tried to infect him or kill him.
He saw horror on their faces as they tried to eat him or tear him apart.
He fought for his life as he faced death itself.
He hoped for mercy as he waited for Souta's next move.
He prayed for survival as he entered hell itself.
Soldiers, their faces concealed by helmets and masks, moved with calculated precision, eliminating the zombies that veered away from Allen. The forest, with its ancient trees and hidden secrets, bore witness to the clash of survival and desperation in the heart of the clearing.
The distant sounds of the gunshot, the moans of the undead, and the clash of metal against flesh formed a dissonant symphony. Each movement, each swing of the sword, became a visceral dance in the struggle for existence, all against the backdrop of the ancient forest that had seen the rise and fall of civilizations.
As the horde pressed on, Allen fought with instinct, his every move driven by a will to survive. The clearing turned into a battleground, a chaotic mix of steel, moans, and gunshots.
The soldiers, silent guardians, killed any undead that strayed from Allen, their movements precise and efficient. The smell of sweat and blood reminded them of the brutality in the ancient grove.
Raindrops, from the yesterday's rain, hung on leaves, sometimes falling with a soft sound, adding a subtle rhythm to the noise of the fight. The forest, with its tall trees and hidden secrets, watched the struggle with patience.
Souta watched the scene with amusement, his pistol in his hand. The sounds of swords and cries made a discordant harmony, a symphony of survival in the trees.
Allen, fueled by fear and determination, fought off the undead. His breath mixed with the cool air, and the taste of iron stayed on his tongue as he swung the sword with intensity.
The clearing, once calm and untouched, now witnessed the clash of human resilience and the undead tide. The trees watching from , their old branches telling stories, stood as spectators to this drama.
With each swing of the sword, each fall of a zombie, Allen made a path through the horde. The ground under him became a muddy battleground, and the air filled with the stench of decay and the metallic trace of battle.
As the fight went on, the soldiers kept their watch, making sure the undead threat was contained. The forest, in its timeless wisdom, seemed to recognize the shortness of this struggle, a brief chapter in the eternal story of life and death.
And in the center of the clearing, Allen fought on, a lone figure standing against the endless tide, with his life at stake. The symphony of survival echoed through the ancient grove, a sign of the unbreakable spirit of humanity in the face of relentless adversity.
Suddenly, a silence fell over the clearing. The last zombie fell to the ground, its moans stopped by a final blow from Allen's sword. The soldiers, their weapons still ready, looked at the aftermath with steel resolve.
A single drop of water fell from the sky, Souta looked at the dark clouds and said, "It's raining again…"
Raindrops kept falling, now cleaning the battleground of blood and washing away the traces of the brutal fight. The smell of wet earth and plants mixed with the metallic residue, creating an eerie smell that filled the air.
Ai opened an umbrella a soldier gave her. Soldiers around still stood even though it was raining.
Souta, still holding his pistol, walked towards Allen with a calm look. The trees, their leaves shining with raindrops, stood as silent witnesses to the end of this unexpected trial. The grass seemed to sigh as if recognizing the strength of the living.
"Well done, Allen," Souta said, a hint of approval in his voice. The soldiers, their helmets hiding their expressions, stayed in a disciplined formation, a sign of their loyalty.
The clearing, once a battleground, now looked almost unreal in its calmness. Puddles formed in the uneven ground, reflecting the cloudy sky and the plants around. The raindrops, still falling now and then, added a rhythmic sound to the solemn aftermath.
"I suppose you've proven yourself," Souta continued, his tone calm. "Consider this a test of survival. You can keep your life, but remember, your fate is now tied to Lunaria. Serve with loyalty, and you will find your place among us."
Allen, catching his breath, nodded in agreement. The weight of the sword in his hands felt both lighter and heavier, a symbolic load of the choices that brought him to this moment.
The soldiers, their weapons now down, began to leave, going to their vehicle because Ai signaled them. The rain, steady but gentle, continued its rhythmic fall, washing away the remains of the fight between the living and the undead.
The clearing, once a stage for chaos, now welcomed a fragile peace. The ancient trees, their branches dripping with raindrops, stood as guardians over the temporary truce in the heart of the wild.
As Souta and Allen stood in the aftermath, the forest whispered its timeless secrets—a reminder that in the dance between survival and adversity, the echoes of choices made would stay long after the rain stopped and the battleground returned to a quiet stillness.
Allen followed Souta as he ordered. He was anxious and didn't know what Souta planned for him. He killed his whole group but spared their leader? That was absurd! He wasn't that kind of a man, so why was he letting him live? Allen thought to himself as he looked at Souta's back and followed him.
They got to Souta's armored van and went inside. Allen stood at the entrance of the van, waiting for an order. Souta then signaled him with his hand to come over with a smile. He obeyed, looking at Souta and Ai sitting quietly beside Souta.
Their convoy started moving, the van was silent. Then, Souta broke the silence. "You must have a lot of questions, like 'why did he spare me' or something. You're confused, right? You're a man who chose a different path, and I can see some potential in you. You managed to destroy dozens of bases and even establish your base in the abandoned city. That's a bold move, don't you think? For a man like that, it would be a waste to kill you. That's why I'm taking you in, to change you" he said.
"Change me…" Allen smiled, "Sure, do what you want" he replied, hiding his evil smile.