Novel Full Chapter 93: Easy Difficulty
Chapter 93: Easy Difficulty
The ground beyond the wall was now completely covered with moving corpses. The first wave had fully formed, a mass of nearly a hundred zombies spreading out before locking their attention on the town.
Then they began to advance.
“Everyone, focus!” Isha commanded everyone.
“Yes, Captain!” Everyone responded in unison. All eyes locked onto the approaching horde.
“Rohit, Ayesha, any special zombies are appearing?” Isha asked them.
Both of them focused immediately. Rohit narrowed his eyes, observing movement patterns.
Ayesha tilted her head slightly, listening beyond what normal ears could hear.
“No… I don’t think so—” Rohit was going to give his response. But Ayesha suddenly raised her hand.
“Ssshhh…”
She concentrated and her expression changed slightly.
Then she spoke, “Captain… there is one Berserker.”
Hearing this Isha nodded and turned her gaze towards James “James.”
James nodded, without even needing any extra details he understood immediately.
Without wasting a second, he stepped forward and positioned his rifle.
His body stilled completely. His breathing slowed while his vision sharpened.
Through his reinforced AWM .50, he looked towards the battlefield. Every movement became clear, every stumble, every twitch, every unnatural motion.
Soon he found it. Among the staggering crowd, one zombie moved differently.
He was faster, and aggressive. Its body was slightly more intact, its muscles twitching with violent energy. It didn’t stumble like the others।
It was a Berserker.
James kept his finger steady on the trigger, but he didn’t fire, at least not yet.
Yes, his rifle was capable of killing from over a kilometer away, but this wasn’t a normal zombie. A Berserker required precision and impact. To ensure a clean kill, he needed it closer.
Around five hundred meters.
Closer meant stronger penetration, better control, and a higher chance of a one-shot kill.
The distance kept closing.
Nine hundred meters.
Eight hundred.
The zombies advanced in a loose wave, their roars growing louder as their footsteps blended into a chaotic rhythm across the ground.
On the wall, every shooter had already taken position. Rifles were raised, sights aligned, and fingers rested on triggers.
And the Berserker kept coming closer.
As the horde advanced, the distance finally dropped to five hundred meters.
James steadied himself. His breathing slowed, and his finger rested lightly on the trigger, still waiting.
Through the scope of his reinforced AWM .50, he focused on a single target. The chaos of the battlefield faded away, leaving only the crosshair, distance marks, and the moving figure in front of him.
The Berserker zombie was fast.
It didn’t move like the others. It rushed forward in sudden, uneven bursts, its body twitching and changing direction unpredictably. Every time James tried to aim at its head, it moved again.
He missed his timing.
Again. And again.
Meanwhile, the rest of the horde kept getting closer.
Four hundred meters. Their roars grew louder.
But James ignored them. His full focus stayed on one target, the Berserker.
For a brief moment, the creature straightened while running, lifting its head slightly as it let out a roar.
James saw the opening and without hesitation, his finger tightened on the trigger.
“BANG!!”
A thunderous crack tore through the air, the recoil pushing firmly into his shoulder as the rifle discharged with brutal force. A burst of flame flashed from the muzzle.
The bullet, shot forward. Cutting through the air at terrifying speed. Through his enhanced vision, James followed its path.
The Berserker had just taken another step forward, when the bullet struck him.
“THUD—!”
It was a direct hit.
It entered through the front of its skull, right above the eye. For a fraction of a second, everything was frozen.
Then the force exploded inside its head.
The back of its skull burst outward as the bullet tore through, exiting with violent impact. Fragments of bone and dark fluid sprayed backward as the kinetic force completely destroyed its brain.
The body staggered for two steps before collapsing.
“BOOM!”
It hit the ground heavily, sliding forward slightly before going completely still.
It was dead, clearly killed by James. But James didn’t cheer at the sight.
“Good job,” Isha said calmly, her eyes still fixed on the battlefield.
“Thank you, Captain,” James replied with a small nod, already lowering his rifle.
His mission was complete.
When the remaining ninety-nine zombies closed in to around three hundred meters, their roars grew louder, their movements more frantic as they rushed toward the wall.
Isha’s eyes sharpened as she gave the order. “Finish them.”
“Yes, Captain!” the shooters responded in unison.
The first rifle fired with a sharp “BANG!” The shot cracked through the air as the shooter’s shoulder absorbed the recoil and the muzzle flashed briefly. The bullet traveled in a straight line, cutting through the distance in an instant.
A zombie at the front of the wave lifted its head mid-run, and the bullet struck. It pierced cleanly through its forehead, right between the eyes. The impact snapped its head backward violently as the bullet tore through the skull and exited from the back, spraying dark fluid behind it. The body took one more step before collapsing face-first onto the ground.
Before it even hit, more shots followed.
“BANG! BANG! BANG!”
A synchronized volley erupted across the wall. Rifles fired in a controlled rhythm, each shooter already locked onto a target. Every bullet found its mark. Heads snapped back, skulls cracked open, and bodies dropped one after another, collapsing mid-run and piling onto the ground before they could even get close.
Not a single shot was wasted. Not a single zombie survived.
Within less than a minute, silence returned.
The battlefield beyond the wall was now covered with lifeless bodies. The entire first wave had been eradicated.
Vikram stood there, stunned. He had expected chaos and struggle, but instead it had been effortless, like a routine, like a practiced drill, as if they had done this countless times before.
Isha noticed his expression and let out a small chuckle. “What did I tell you? For us, killing zombies is easy. They’re not that terrifying.”
“Yes…” Vikram nodded slowly.
But in his mind, he understood something else. This result wasn’t just because of strength. But it was experience, practice, and discipline of continuously fighting the Zombies. That was what made it look easy.
“So, Vikram, how was our battle?” Sana asked, even though Isha had already explained everything. She still spoke as if it were her own achievement.
“Yes… good,” Vikram nodded.
“Not just good, very good. And I was the one helping everyone. Sana is still useless since no one even got injured,” Kavya said, praising herself while taking a jab at Sana.
“You’re just jealous,” Sana shot back immediately.
Seeing that they were about to argue again, Vikram casually moved his hands and placed them on their hips, giving a light squeeze to stop them.
Both of them reacted instantly.
“Ah—!”
They stiffened slightly, their faces turning red as they shot him annoyed looks.
Vikram just smirked, and lightly slapped on their asses playfully as if nothing had happened. The tension broke, though both girls still looked at him with a mix of embarrassment and irritation.
Sana was the first to recover, her cheeks still slightly red as she narrowed her eyes at Vikram. “You’ve gotten bold, haven’t you?”
Kavya crossed her arms, though her ears were still flushed. “Hmph… acting like this in the middle of a battlefield. Shameless.”
Vikram just shrugged casually, a faint grin still on his face. “You two were about to start fighting again. I just helped.”
“Helped?” Sana scoffed, stepping closer. “You call that helping?”
Before he could react, she flicked his forehead lightly.
“Ah—!” Vikram blinked.
Kavya didn’t miss the chance either. She stepped in from the other side and poked his ribs sharply.
“You think you’re clever?” she said, a small smile forming despite herself.
Vikram raised his hands defensively. “Alright, alright, truce?”
Sana leaned in slightly, her expression turning mischievous. “No. Now it’s our turn.”
Before he could move, she reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him forward just a little, close enough to catch him off guard.
Kavya smirked and lightly tapped his shoulder. “You started it.”
For a brief moment, the three of them stood close, the earlier tension replaced by a strange, playful energy.
Vikram let out a small laugh. “So this is revenge?”
“Obviously,” Sana replied.
“But…” Kavya added, her tone softer now, “don’t think you can get away next time.”
Vikram just smiled, unfazed. “We’ll see.”
But before things could escalate again, Isha’s voice cut in.
“Focus. The second wave is about to begin.”
The atmosphere shifted immediately.
Vikram glanced at the time. 7:29 PM.
Just one minute left.
“Aunt, how many zombies will come in the second wave?” he asked.
“Usually two hundred,” Isha replied calmly. “Sometimes two hundred fifty.”
Then her voice rose again. “Everyone, be ready and stay focused!”
“Yes, Captain,” everyone responded in unison.
Moments later, the portals began to open again.
The Necrotic Fog pulsed as dark circles formed in the air and slowly widened.
Zombies started pouring out once more, this time in greater numbers. The flow was heavier, faster, and more aggressive than before.
Within moments, around two hundred zombies had gathered beyond the wall.
Isha nodded slightly, confirming the count.
Then her gaze shifted.
“Ayesha. Rohit.”
Both of them focused immediately, scanning the incoming wave.
Their task was clear, to identify the real threat.
How many elites are coming, which type of they are, and where they were hidden.