Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle-Chapter 1119: The Zombification

Alora's smile faded as the pain in her chest grew stronger.

Blood seeped through her armor, and her breathing became heavy.

"This…"

The brigade rushed toward her, panic spreading as they saw the wound.

"Princess!" Beatrice, her second‑in‑command, cried out. "She's infected!"

The realization hit them like a hammer.

This wasn't a normal bite. This was from a Zombie Lord. Everyone knew that Lord‑tier infections were in a different league entirely. Even with the Aegis Serum flowing through her veins, Alora's antibodies could only slow the corruption. They could not stop it easily!

"Use the injector!" Alora gasped, clutching her chest.

One of the shieldbearers fumbled with the satchel, pulling out the dart that could also weaken a Zombie Lord.

The injector was soon prepared… The liquid inside was her only hope. It had to work!

Of course, they knew from various experiments that it should work! However, Anna hadn't really tried it against Zombie Lord's infection. They had only tried it on normal zombie infections.

With trembling hands, the man pressed the injector against her wound and triggered the mechanism.

Thud!

The dart pierced her flesh, releasing the anti‑virus compounds.

"Aaackkk! Mom—"

Alora screamed as the solution spread, and it was burning through her veins.

It was not a pleasant experience at all!

However, she had to endure this! At the very least, the effect wasn't slow!

For a moment, the infection halted…

The black lines crawling across her skin retreated slightly.

But she could tell it wasn't enough…

"This is so shitty… Why is this virus too strong? With my resistance and the injector, this should've stopped already." Alora complained.

Then, her eyes turned to the others…

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three more collapsed while they were clutching their arms and legs.

Apparently, the small wounds they had ignored during the fight were now glowing faintly with necrotic energy.

They too were infected.

"No…" Beatrice whispered, her face pale. "We didn't even notice…"

The brigade froze, as they realized what was happening…

The victory had cost them dearly, and now the infection threatened to take even more.

"Inject them! Quickly!" Alora commanded, her voice strained but firm.

Two more injectors were used immediately, plunging into the bodies of the fallen. The anti‑virus compounds surged, slowing the transformation.

But the survivors screamed, their bodies started convulsing as the infection fought back.

Beatrice clenched her jaw. "We can't stay here. Retreat! Now!"

The order rang out, and the brigade moved with desperate urgency.

Shieldbearers lifted the wounded, archers covered the rear, and swordsmen hacked apart stray zombies drawn by the noise.

The toxic haze was already thinning with the Zombie Lord's death but the danger was far from over.

Alora stumbled, supported by Beatrice.

Her vision blurred, and the world was already spinning. She could feel the infection gnawing at her, trying to consume her from within.

The injector had bought her time, but she was not safe yet!

"Don't… let me turn…" she whispered.

"You won't," Beatrice said fiercely, though her eyes betrayed her fear.

"We'll get you back. Anna will know what to do."

The brigade pressed forward through the ruined streets, every step a battle against despair.

Fires from their camp still smoldered, but they were all ignored…

They might create fire, but that didn't matter at this point…

The bodies of the fallen lay behind them, abandoned in the rush to escape.

Another survivor collapsed, and soon, poison started filling his lungs. An injector was slammed into his chest, but the infection was too fast. His scream echoed, then faded into silence…

He had lost consciousness!

"Keep moving!" Beatrice shouted…

The survivors obeyed, their faces grim. They had five injectors left, but each one was precious, each one a lifeline. And yet, even with them, their safety wasn't guaranteed!

Alora's breathing grew ragged. She could feel her Aura weakening, her strength draining.

She knew very well that the Aegis Serum within her body was fighting valiantly. Her antibodies were definitely resisting, but the Lord‑tier infection was just too much!

Her brigade looked to her, their eyes filled with desperation.

She was their leader… their princess. If she fell, their morale would shatter.

"Don't stop," Alora whispered, forcing herself to stand taller despite the pain…

"We'll make it back… we have to…"

The ruined city stretched endlessly before them…

The retreat was not a march of victory as they had expected before, but a desperate flight for survival.

Every few minutes, another injector was used, plunging into flesh, buying precious seconds.

The survivors screamed, convulsed, then steadied, their eyes wild with fear.

The brigade moved as fast as they could, but soon, a horde of Zombies blocked their path! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

They knew that it would be difficult to arrive on time!

Beatrice's voice rang out again…

"Hold the line! Protect the wounded! We're making a path ahead!"

The survivors rallied as they knew what to do… Together, they pushed through the horde, dragging their infected comrades toward safety.

At this point, Alora's vision dimmed, but she clung to consciousness.

She thought of Shane, of Anna, of the Eclipse Domain.

If they could reach the shelter, if Anna could work her alchemy, maybe there was hope.

But deep inside, she knew the truth. The infection was stronger than anything she had faced. The injectors could only slow it.

And as the brigade retreated, carrying their wounded and burning through their precious supplies, the shadow of despair loomed over them.

They had succeeded with the hunt, but they paid a huge price because of the weird Zombie Lord Virus!

It was never supposed to be this intense!

***

The brigade was losing hope…

Every step of their retreat felt heavier, every pained scream of the infected tore at their confidence to survive here…

Beatrice's voice rang out again and again, forcing them forward, but despair was already creeping in.

Then, a sudden gust of wind swept over the ruined street.

A shadow streaked across the sky, and at first, they thought that it was a flying Zombie!

They almost felt ready to give up!

However, as the survivors looked up, their eyes widened in surprise.

"Layla!" someone shouted.

She was known for her Telekinesis Talent, but her recent Talent Crystal allowed her to obtain a Flight Talent!

She descended swiftly as soon as she confirmed everyone's presence…

In her arms were several briefcases. She landed hard and immediately checked the injured.

"I received the message," Layla said…"I brought more serum!"

The brigade erupted in relief.

"Thank you, Layla!" Beatrice's knees weakened, not from exhaustion, but from the sudden release of pressure she had been holding alone.

"Yes! Alora first!" Layla ordered.

She knelt beside the princess, who was barely conscious, her skin pale with her veins darkening with the virus's effect…

Layla's hands trembled only for a moment before she steadied herself.

She then pulled out a fresh injector. It was no larger but it was more refined than the ones they had carried.

"This one is stronger. Anna finished it just yesterday."

She pressed it against Alora's chest wound and triggered the mechanism.

Thud!

Alora screamed as expected, with her body arching due to the effects…

Still, the compound surged through her veins as they wanted…

Soon, the infection recoiled violently, and black lines immediately retreated further than before.

Just like that, Alora's breathing steadied!

"She's stabilizing!" Layla shouted.

The brigade cheered, but the relief was short‑lived.

The four others collapsed at once, and their bodies started convulsing violently. Their wounds started darkening as the virus was spreading faster than the injectors could counter.

"Inject them!" Beatrice cried.

Layla and the shieldbearers rushed to administer the serum. One by one, the injectors plunged into flesh. The compounds surged, but the infection fought back harder than before.

The survivors screamed, their eyes turning pale…

"No… It's too late," Layla whispered…

Just as she had expected, the four convulsed violently, their screams twisting into deep roars…

"They're turning!"

The brigade froze, as they realized that were already too late!

"Kill them!" Beatrice shouted, her voice was trembling, but she was resolute with her decision…

The swordsmen moved in and soon, their blades flashed...

Tears streamed down their faces as they struck down comrades they had fought beside for months. Arrows pierced skulls, shields slammed into bodies, and one by one, the four were silenced.

The battlefield fell quiet, save for the ragged breathing of the remaining survivors…

At this point, Alora's eyes open.

She saw the bodies of her fallen comrades and realized what had happened…

Seeing everyone's grim faces, she forced herself to speak.

"Don't… waste their sacrifice. We have to return."

Layla nodded…

"Alora's stable for now, but she's not safe. We need Anna."

The brigade immediately moved. They had to ensure that Alora would not be saved at the very least…

Just like that, they carried the wounded, guarded the flanks, and retreated.

Meanwhile, Layla flew above them, scanning for any other threats that might come in their way.

'Fiona... Good job sending a rat to follow them...'