Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a miracle unfolded. A miracle that was Blaze's nightmare.
The last zombie fell to the ground with a thud, joining the rest of its kin. In a crater filled with zombie corpses, a girl stood tall.
Much like her sword, she too was covered in zombie blood. As for the corpses, most of them were cleanly cut in half, while the rest were blown into smithereens.
Their rotten organs mashed together to create an unbearable stench. Yet the girl remained there, as if none of it bothered her.
Around the crater, several Chosen and soldiers stood, weapons in hand.
Unlike the naval base in San Diego, the Chinese military had crucial weapons intact.
They had lost most of their arsenal following the flare, but being secretive and paranoid worked in their favor. They had long since established multiple underground repositories that protected their most important tech.
