Apocalypse: Roach to Supreme Being

" You thought you humans would always rule supreme? Wrong. Your era is finished. Now we'll reign over all—

the age of zombies has begun. You're nothing but food, and by consuming our kind will grow stronger… kekekekekehee!"

"You fucking mindless monster!"

"Who're you calling a mindless monster? You're mistaken. They are mindless, but I'm not. Look at me—I can talk, I can think.That means I've evolved… into the Zombie Lord. Hmm… enough chatter. Devouring you might push me to the next level of evolution!

kekekeke....

"I'll fucking kill you, you bastard!"

...

"Ahh… fuck! That damn dream again, "

Lex Winchester jolted awake, irritation burning through him.

Dawn had broken in SKEDAN City. For those who'd stayed awake, the night had been an endless nightmare of chaos. Perhaps Lex was the only one who'd managed any sleep, while others waited desperately for morning.

" This time, I'll kill that smug fucking Zombie Lord with my own hands,"

Lex knew what the future held. Ten years ago, an accident in SKEDAN sent him into a coma—at least, that's what the doctors believed—for a decade.

But Lex didn't feel like he'd been in a coma. He'd been living, thriving, in a parallel world when the Z-Virus broke out. At first, he thought it was a dream, a vivid nightmare.

But as time dragged on, he realized it was reality—stark, brutal reality. By then, it was too late. Zombies had evolved, becoming cunning and ferocious, while humans had evolved too, some into something beyond human.

Lex, though, was consumed with surviving, scraping by for ten years in that other world. When death finally came for him, he thought it was the end. But mysteriously, he returned to his own world, Waking up in City Hospital three months before the Z-Virus spread.

At first, he was disoriented. He glanced around, taking in the sterile hospital room, then checked his body, confusion gripping him. Nothing made sense.

Lex pinched himself, desperate to confirm he wasn't dead, trapped in some nightmare or hellish afterlife. The life he'd lived—the one he was living now—felt like a twisted reality.

But after a few hours, an impossible theory crept into his mind: Time Reversal. Could he have been sent back to the past?

"That's impossible" He quickly dismissed it, certain he'd never heard of anything capable of sending him backward in time.

The second theory, the one Lex clung to, was that he'd spent ten years surviving a hellish life in a parallel world. And now, somehow, he'd returned to his original world after his death .

...…....

Present...

Lex freshened up, brewed a coffee, and slumped onto the sofa, flipping on the TV.

[BREAKING NEWS: Last night, the Z-Virus spread through Tarcia, transforming people from their normal behavior into bloodthirsty monsters, described in the holy books as ZOMBIES. These creatures have now emerged in our world.

They're turning people into zombies at an alarming rate. In just one night, SKEDAN City's population has plummeted to 60 percent. Stay in your homes and heed the three life-saving points from Samuel Holt, Head of Defense:

"Avoid getting bitten."

"Stay somewhere they can't reach you."

"Their weak point is the head. Hitting anywhere else won't kill them, so aim for the head."

And now, reports from our neighboring country…]

Lex switched off the TV mid-broadcast. He remembered every word the news anchor said—he'd spent hours watching reports in the parallel world, scavenging for information.

"The same information, not a single change. I'm a hundred percent sure now—that world was doomed, and this one's heading the same way in the future,"

Lex muttered. He'd been 90 percent certain the events here mirrored the parallel world he'd survived, but a 10 percent doubt lingered, wondering if something might differ. Hearing the anchor's identical words—every detail unchanged—confirmed it. The future here would be the same.

Fifteen minutes later...

After breakfast, Lex headed out toward the city. A gun was strapped to his waist, two knives secured alongside. He hopped on his bike, speeding toward SKEDAN.

Ten minutes later, he reached the city entrance.

Abandoned cars littered the road, motionless, likely left behind as people fled for their lives the previous night.

"Grrrrr…" A low growl echoed.

Lex scanning the surroundings. He parked his bike to the side and entered the city on foot, figuring the traffic would slow him down too much. Walking was faster.

Lex roamed the streets, eyes darting around. All he saw were zombies and abandoned cars—no humans in sight.

A moment later, he spotted two figures standing over a pile of zombie corpses, likely their handiwork.

"Grrrrraaaa…"

BANG! ~BANG!

"That's 30 for me! How many you got, Kepler?" one shouted.

"37," came the reply.

"What? More than me already?"

The two, guns in hand, were cutting down zombies with ease.

"Hm...!! Hey, where'd you come from?"

Kepler turned at the sound of Lex's footsteps, his voice heavy and commanding.

"Oh,"

Lex muttered, startled by Kepler's gruff tone. It had only been one night since the Z-Virus spread, with most people locked in their homes, yet these young guys were out here, guns blazing, killing zombies like it was sport.

Lex knew their type too well—opportunists who'd do anything to boost their ego, especially in this chaos where no one could stop them.

"Hey! Didn't you hear what Kepler said?" Kepler's partner, Lorkel, stormed up to Lex, his voice dripping with anger.

"I've got business. Get out of my way,"

Lex said coldly, wasting no time, not a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"This bastard!" Lorkel snapped, enraged by Lex's response.

"See what's in my hand? A loaded gun. I'm asking one last time—where're you from, and where're you going?" Lorkel warned, his tone menacing.

Sigh…

Lex had dealt with this kind of situation too many times before, And now Lorkel's attitude was starting to piss him off.

"Last chance—move," Lex said, anger flashing in his eyes.

"This fucking bas—" Lorkel started.

"Lorkel, let him go," Kepler cut in, stopping Lorkel cold.

"What?" Lorkel gaped at Kepler, shocked.

"I said, get out of his way," Kepler ordered, a hint of anger in his voice.

Confused by Kepler's sudden intensity, Lorkel stepped aside but leaned in to whisper in Kepler's ear.

"Why'd you say that? We agreed this street's ours to control."

"Idiot, I saved your life," Kepler hissed. "Look at him—he's got a gun. If you'd pushed him further, he might've shot you."

"What? Where? I didn't even see it," Lorkel stammered, glancing at Lex. Sure enough, Lex's gun was in hand, safety off.

Gulp…

"Lucky you—your friend saved you," Lex said icily, brushing past as he moved on.

Lorkel felt insulted, his pride stung. He raised his gun, aiming at Lex's back, but Kepler grabbed him.

"You want to die? That guy's an experienced soldier."

"How do you know he's a soldier?"

Lorkel asked, doubtful. He knew all of Kepler's connections, but Lex was a stranger.

"I just got a read on him," Kepler said, watching Lex walk away.

"????"

Lorkel didn't get it, but at Kepler's word, he lowered his gun.

"These kinds of bastards are already crawling out,"

Lex muttered, dead serious. If Lorkel had said one more arrogant word, Lex would've pulled the trigger. He'd had enough of people like that in the parallel world.

"This might be the place," Lex said to himself, twenty minutes from Lorkel and Kepler, scanning the area, trying to recognize the streets.

"I've got to find that zombie," Lex murmured. He'd come here hunting a special kind of zombie.