The First Dragon God

In a location not too far from the residential building Leo and Ms Ves are, a group of people could be seen facing off a horde of zombies.

The group numbering five individuals, four men and a young lady who looks to be in her teens were facing off a horde of eight zombies. And they were losing badly.

The initial group of eight people have been reduced drastically after being taken by surprise by the horde of zombies.

And now they are not only fighting the original horde but also with the addition of their fallen comrades, now turned zombies.

They have been fighting for their lives for more than half an hour now but the zombies proved to be stronger.

"Everybody, gather your strength and let's fight our way out of here. We will make our way into one of those building," one of the man, who was holding an ordinary looking axe, said.

The man knew that if they would meet their end here if they continue fighting the zombies. He could already see some zombies rushing towards them and if those new additions are to arrive, then their fates is sealed.

The other members of the group heard this and started giving it their all. They trusted the man as he has been the one leading them for the past two days.

The next moment, a zombie fell as one of the members pierced the head with the broken mop stick in his hand.

Another one fell the next moment as the young lady stabbed a kitchen knife into the head of the one zombie attacking her.

"Now!" The man shouted as he pushed the zombies attacking him away and started running towards one of the high rise buildings.

The other members immediately followed, not wanting to be left behind. They ran towards the building with the zombies chasing them from behind.

"Move faster!" The man shouted, as he continued running towards the building.

He looked at the building's interior to assess the situation for any signs of zombies, and he was shocked by what he saw.

The ground floor of the building was filled with nothing but piles of zombie corpses that stacked up on each other like a mountain.

The man felt that something was amiss when he saw this but he knew that there was no stopping for him and the group right now.

They either take the risk of venturing into the unknown or stay and fight the zombies chasing after them. But with the current state of their body, he knew just how impossible the second option is.

The man gritted his teeth in anger when he thought of how the world ended two days ago.

Who would had believed that the world didn't end from nuclear fallout but by something called mana.

Even at this moment, the man found it to be very ridiculous. He felt that everything was a bad dream but the undead chasing after them and the faces of their comrades that also turned to zombies, their roars, snarls and the loud clattering of teeth, reminded him of how real everything is.

The man arrived at the building and quickly pushed open the entrance, and rushed in, while also holding it open for others.

As he held the door open, he noticed that the zombies chasing after them stopped at a distance from the building and were roaring loudly, and attracting the attention of nearby zombies.

The man was surprised when he saw this. He didn't know why the zombies stopped chasing them and be wanted to feel happy, and relieved about it but instead, it increased the uneasiness he was feeling.

Still, there was nothing he can do about it at this point but hope for the best.

Immediately after the last person got into the building, he closed the door and collapsed to the floor.

He was beyond tired at this point. His body was aching so much to the point that even a single movement sends bolt of pain throughout his body.

His lips were parched, his throat was dry and his stomach was empty.

It wasn't only him that was feeling this way. It has been almost two days now and the group hasn't eaten anything or had time to rest.

They have been moving from places to placesz fighting zombies and strange creatures that looks like regular animals and insects that went berserk.

As each of them were about to catch their breath, they felt their heart jump into their throat when they saw the pile of zombies bodies in front of them.

They slowly turned their head go look at the man leading them but when they saw the exhausted look on his face and how he was licking his lips, they knew that they would have to make do with their current situation.

Each of them sat down, trying to catch their breaths while also keeping up their guards. They looked around the ground floor of the building but the only thing they could see was piles of zombies bodies.

They studied the bodies and they saw that some of them either have their head cut off or pierced through with what could possibly be a knife.

"What do we do now, Mr Miguel?" One of the men, asked.

"I don't know. We won't be able to go outside for a while. The hordes outside would easily make a meal out of us. We can only explore this building or look for one of those emergency exits.

Honestly, at this point, I'm really tired. I just want to eat something, drink water and have a good sleep. We haven't rested or had anything to eat for a whole day and it's telling on us right now," the man said in a low voice filled with exhaustion.

The other members sighed when they heard what Miguel said. They knew that he was right but the pile of zombies bodies lying on the floor makes them feel very uneasy.

Just as they were thinking of what to do, they heard the sound of elevator door opening.

They immediately tried to force themselves to stand up to fight whatever or whoever is coming but their bodies refused to listen to them.

Slowly and dreadfully, they could only watch the elevator door slid open with a soft chime, the sound cutting through the oppressive silence.

The air immediately felt heavy as though the building itself had held its breath.

Miguel struggled to push himself up, his legs shaking from exhaustion and fear beneath him.

"Stay...stay ready," he rasped, gripping the axe tighter, though his fingers barely had the strength to hold it.

The young girl whimpered, clutching her knife as her wide eyes darted between the door and her fallen comrades turned zombies.

The group froze, their breath hitching as two figures emerged, shadows cast long by the flickering overhead lights.

The boy's steady gaze and the woman's cold demeanor sent chills down their spines, their exhaustion momentarily replaced by sheer terror.

They saw the black blade glinting in his boy's hand and the they felt the commanding presence from the lady.

The boy's steady gaze swept across them, unflinching. The woman's movements were deliberate, predatory, like a lion surveying weakened prey.

Miguel's axe slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor. The sound seemed deafening in the silence, and the two newcomers turned toward them.

"Who...who are you?" Miguel croaked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The boy didn't answer immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if evaluating them, before he finally spoke.

"Are you bitten or scratched?"