The place was reeking with bad smell as the zombies' 'zombie-ing' sound entered our ears. I could even see a one or two. Yuck! They looked bad. Very bad. One had his jaw embedded into his skull.
"I am scared," yelled Nathan. He grabbed by my left hand with both his hands, tightly if I may add. He had a scared look on his face. How did he survive this long?
"How did you survive this long?" asked Leonard. Thank you, for asking that question Leonard.
Nathan replied, "I was captured to be sold in the black market. So, I never fought zombies, except the start of the apocalypse. Although, my friends helped me to survive during the initial phase too."
Leonard sneered, "So, you never fought? Never even killed a zombie?" His words were reeking with disgust.
"You have?" snarled Nathan.
"Yes, I have! I am not a coward!" yelled Leonard.
"Are you two finished? Your bickering seems to attract zombies much faster than it should," I commented.
Right now, more than ten zombies were running towards us.
I have a theory to test out. "Don't attack any of them. Wait, till they reach us," I ordered.
"Father Killian has given us a pistol! A fucking pistol! Are they a bunch of idiots?! How can we protect ourselves with just a fucking pistol?!" snarled Leonard.
I shook my head in annoyance and hissed, "You have spatial powers, remember? Just bring some guns out of your storage. Also, you are my servants now. Your level of combat should be more than simple humans. So, stop chickening and make yourselves more useful."
My attention was fixated on the zombies. I want to test if they will attack me or not. Will their senses perceive me as a human? Or, will they simply ignore me?
A female zombie, with half of her jaw missing, looked at me for a moment, before running towards me.
Hmmm... that's an interesting reaction. Judging by their actions, I am more than hundred percent sure that they are focusing on my servants... but when they reach a certain distance, their attention diverts toward me.
Why?
But they don't want to attack me. Then, why are they looking at me like I am someone who was offering free candies?
"There are too many of them! Shouldn't we attack them now?" yelled Leonard. He was already holding a shotgun in his hands. Yet, Nathan was still holding my hand.
A small smile emerged on my face. I like this servant of mine. He believes in me... whereas, the other one... I don't know what to say.
"Nathan, stay put. And Leonard," I looked at Leonard, "I am kind of confused. How will you shoot zombies when you can't even see a damn thing?"
Leonard flinched and dropped the shotgun. Before he could say anything, I silence him by putting my hand over his mouth,
"Don't say anything. You know what? I don't want to hear anything," I said.
I bit my hand, drawing blood in the process. A few drops fell on the ground before evaporating and then, illuminating the whole floor.
"You might hold your questions for later. The zombies are here. Now, shoot them to your heart's content," I smirked. My blood is special, even though I am a half-vampire, biologically. And yes, it's magic.
Leonard picked up the shotgun from the ground and began to shoot zombies. Gunshots' noise filled the air.
Zombies' heads were blown to smithereens. Their blood soiled the floor. One thing was sure... Leonard is a good shooter. Those two gunmen from before... what was their names? Ah, I forgot their names. Well, forget it... what I want to say is, they should have given their guns to 'Lisa.' At least, 'she' would have used those better than them.
"Is it fun? He is kind of smiling," whimpered Nathan. He had a scared look on his face.
"Hmmm... maybe. But don't worry, Nathan. Who is scarier? Me or Leonard?" I asked him.
"You are," replied Nathan, without wasting a second.
Suddenly, a zombie came in front of me and stood still. Nathan's hold tightened. He stuttered, "I-I... a-are we... fine? Why is h-he... not attacking u-us?"
"We will wait then. Let's see what he does," I commented.
The zombie growled and sniffed me. His white pupils were focused... or not focused at me. Okay, I can't tell if he was focusing at me or not. This makes it more interesting. When they face humans, their attention is on them. Their dead eyes gain a glow. But with me... they remain confused.
I waved my hand in front of me, yet he did nothing.
"What is happening?" asked Leonard.
I ignored him and snapped my fingers in front of the zombie. "It's not attacking, though he is focused on me, I guess. What makes it more shocking is, his desire to attack me."
Gradually, his intent to attack is increasing. At first, he didn't want to. But now... he wants. Yet, he still isn't attacking me.
"He is afraid of you, isn't he?" asked Leonard.
I nodded, "He is. From ignoring to confusion, and then finally... his desire to attack, yet his instincts to survive. In a way, zombies are like monsters with survival instincts. Some monsters lack these instincts, but these? They don't. Leonard, give that ball. I will give you a lot of balls in the future."
Pouting, Leonard gave me the ball which he found an hour ago, when he was scouting the kid's floor.
I grabbed the ball and pushed the ball inside the zombie's mouth. He groaned and let out chocked noises, yet did nothing. Within a few seconds, I pushed the ball down his throat. He isn't reacting much. It looks like zombies can't register pain, and they don't breathe.
Suddenly, he tried to attack me but I grabbed his hands, making him still again.
"Is he attacking or not? Should I kill him now?" asked Leonard.
"No, Leonard. Observe carefully, this creature has nothing inside his brain, except his insatiable hunger for human flesh. Yet, he has retained his instincts. He knows that he shouldn't attack his superiors, yet he tried to catch me off guard. Now, tell me mongrel... what should I do with you?" I smirked.
I took off my sunglasses and smashed it against the zombie's head. It went right through his skull as his blood soaked my left hand... and his brain remains stuck to my hand.
"I need a new pair of sunglasses. Also, find me a lot of tissue papers. Nathan, wash my hands with your ability," I grimaced in disgust.