Chapter 14 — The Haunting Ground
The basement corridor was narrow.
Concrete walls. Flickering lights.
A steel gate at the far end — the path to the weapons and the car.
And in front of it?
Zombies.
Dozens.
No.
Hundreds.
They were crawling out from the stairwell Tokita needed to pass through. Ceiling. Walls. Floor. They poured out like insects from a cracked nest.
And the numbers were increasing every second.
“Move!” Natsuki barked.
But it was too late.
Five of them launched at Tokita at once.
He didn’t step back.
He stepped in.
His left foot slid forward. His shoulders rotated. His knife flashed.
Two precise thrusts.
Thk. Thk.
Blade through forehead.
Both skulls pierced mid-air before they could even land.
Their bodies dropped.
The remaining three crashed into him—
Tokita’s stance shifted instantly.
He bent low. Center of gravity dropping.
His arm snapped out.
One.
His fingers hooked under a jaw — twisted — crack.
Two.
He pivoted on his heel — grabbed the second by the throat — snap.
Three lunged blindly.
Tokita stepped aside. Not backward — sideways.
His elbow drove into its spine.
His palm caught its chin.
Twist.
Neck broke like dry wood.
Bodies hit the floor in a heap.
Behind him,was nezuko,kaito and the old man.
Tokita glanced back.
Kaito spoke loudly "Go!, I know I'm not in good shape but trust me, nobody's laying a finger on nezuko, trust me"
“I’ll protect her,” he insisted. “Go. Get the car. I’ll stay behind.”
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Tokita hesitated.
For half a second.
Then—
He launched forward.
A zombie claw came from his blind side.
Tokita’s body folded at the waist — a deep bend — the claws slicing air above him.
He drove forward shoulder-first into its torso.
The zombie flipped over him.
Before it hit the ground, Tokita grabbed its face mid-fall.
He spun.
And hurled it.
The body flew like a missile.
It smashed into three others — bones cracking on impact.
Tokita was already sprinting.
Knife flashing.
Elbows breaking jaws.
Knees crushing ribs.
He moved like a predator inside a storm.
Three zombies rushed him at once.
He didn’t retreat.
He jumped.
Mid-air — his dagger plunged into the first one’s neck.
He yanked it free instantly — momentum carrying him past it.
Second zombie snapped at him.
He didn’t pull the blade back.
He drove it forward.
Straight through its eye.
The tip burst from the back of its skull.
Before he even landed—
A third came from behind.
Natsuki didn’t remove the blade.
He shoved forward.
The dagger pierced through the second zombie’s skull and into the third one’s forehead.
One blade.
Two heads.
He landed.
Twisted the knife sideways.
Bone split.
Skull cracked open.
He ripped the blade out in a horizontal tear — not straight back — sideways.
Fragments scattered.
He didn’t stop moving.
Another zombie lunged.
He stepped inside its reach and stabbed upward beneath the chin.
Brainstem severed.
Dead.
She wasn’t flashy.
She was clean.
Precise.
A zombie rushed her from the front.
She stepped to the side — pivoted — and drove her dagger into its stomach.
But she didn’t pull out.
She sliced upward.
From gut.
Through ribs.
Up to throat.
She carved a line straight through its torso.
The body split open and collapsed.
The next two zombies flinched.
Actually flinched.
Even Tokita glanced at her.
Nezuko blinked.
How did she learn to fight like that?
Another rushed.
Aoi threw her dagger.
Directly into its skull.
Without slowing, she sprinted forward.
Dropped low.
Swept the legs of another zombie.
It crashed down.
She grabbed its ankle, flipped it onto its back, and slammed its head against the concrete.
Once.
Twice.
Crack.
She grabbed another zombie by the collar and smashed their heads together.
Skulls collapsed inward.
She wasn’t using weapons.
She was using them.
Nezuko fired.
Three clean headshots.
Click.
Empty.
“Out!” she shouted.
Ten zombies surged toward them.
Kaito stepped forward.
His breathing steady.
The air shifted.
The gravity around them dropped.
Then—
It increased.
Violently.
The zombies were forced to their knees.
Concrete beneath them cracked.
Bones began to compress.
Then Kaito clenched his fist.
Gravity multiplied.
Their bodies flattened.
Spines shattered.
Skulls burst against the floor.
Ten of them reduced to pulp.
Kaito staggered.
Nezuko caught his arm.
“You good?”
He exhaled slowly.
“Yeah. Body’s stabilizing.”
The old man stared at all of them.
“These kids… monsters…” he muttered. “The apocalypse happened a week ago…"
But the horde wasn’t stopping.
More poured in.
They pushed the team backward.
Step by step.
The wall was nearing.
Then—
Two zombies launched at Natsuki from above.
He crossed his arms — blocked one — stabbed another.
More piled onto him.
He closed his eyes.
Exhaled.
Then opened them.
They glowed.
Bright blue.
“Screw this.”
A flash.
Not lightning from above.
Lightning from him.
A blue streak tore through the corridor.
Everything froze for a split second.
Then—
Heads burst.
Blood sprayed.
Zombies collapsed in pieces.
Natsuki stood in the center.
Electricity crawling over his skin.
One more lunged at him.
He didn’t use the dagger.
He punched it.
Lightning exploded from his fist.
The zombie’s flesh burned away instantly.
It stood there as a smoking skeleton—
Then crumbled.
Silence.
For half a second.
Natsuki turned to them.
“What the hell are we doing?”
“We have abilities"
Tokita smirked.
He was right.
Why were they holding back?
The three stepped forward.
Tokita.
Aoi.
Natsuki.
Nezuko and Kaito holding the rear.
In front of them—
Over a hundred zombies.
Maybe two.
They looked at each other.
No words needed.
Then—
They launched.
Slow motion.
Tokita’s fist clenched — muscles tightening — air vibrating around his arm.
Natsuki’s body crackling with lightning, dagger glowing blue.
Aoi touched the ground, ready to finally show and utilize her ability
They where about to hit the horde simultaneously.