My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse

Immediately, an appreciative smile appeared on the crowd's faces. They turned and rushed toward the biggest building. While Merab looked at a couple of people waiting behind and nodded at them.

"Where did you find all of them?" Merab asked, looking at Mack before glancing at the cold beauty.

She knew Mack and Susan. Mack was the number one handsome guy in the university while the cold beauty was second to none.

'Gush! On a norm; these two won't glance at me if the world was not in chaos. The Royals!' She raised the corner of her lips and laughed deep in her heart.

'Can they still be called the royals? Hmm. This is getting interesting.'

"Ready, these zombies are not much. If we give our all. We will surely defeat the zombies in no time." Mack declared, looking at the people behind them and giving a cursory look at Susan.

Yet, Susan didn't bat an eye at him.

"Don't worry Sir Mack. We defend with our life." A female shouted with her ear reddened.

'Gush! How can you still maintain your fan base in this chaotic time.'

"Do you have an area attack?" Susan's mesmerizing voice drifted into Merab's ear.

"Yes. What do you need." Mack steps forward, smiling at Susan.

"I'm talking to her." She replied without looking at him.

"I have," Merab answered, tilting her head backward, and looking at Susan.

"Everyone should use their powerful attack. Then, we leave before the zombies regain their momentum." Susan declared.

Mack stared at Susan and a wild smile appeared on his face.

"That's a wonderful plan. We'll follow your plan." He ignored the weird look directed at him and returned to his position with a light smile on his lips.

Merab stared at the two and clicked her tongue. 'As usual. The Royal—'

Gra! Gra!

The horde of zombies rushed toward the group. The group took a deep breath and those three in front had their head glowed and a golden circle appeared on their head.

Mack undergoes metamorphism, tuning black, like black steel. While a powerful golden arrow appeared on Merab's bowstring. Susan's whip had fearsome lightning.

Gush!

This is fearsome.

When the zombies were a couple of feet from them. Susan shouted. "Now!"

The air vibrated and the earthquake. A sudden light illuminated the dark atmosphere.

"Earth Vibration!"

"Rapid Fire!"

"Lightning Spark"

Boom!

The three earth-shaking attacks caused the blood of people to run cold. Their hearts skipped.

The three different attacks caused the buildings to tremble vehemently. All the zombies sunk into the ground and burst into a pile of bones.

The lightning spark fried everything and anything on its path. The thick stench of blood and sulphuric permit the air.

While the last attack wasn't as overbearing as the previous two. However, when hundreds of arrows appeared out of the thin air. It gave the people goosebumps.

"Let go," Susan announced.

"Yes."

The few people behind the three looked at them with their mouths widened. What sort of power is that?.

"Are you coming or not?" A voice woke them from their stupor and quickly they rushed after the three.

Inside the big building, a group of people sat on the floor gasping for air. While two kids were giving the people water to drink.

"We are finally safe." A young man murmured.

"Is there anyone with any medical experience?" Chloe asked, looking at the group of people.

"I-I have a little experience. I assist my mother when she treats people." A timid young lady announced, rubbing her palm together.

"That's enough. All help is needed right now." Chloe assured her with a smile. "What's your name?" She approached her.

"V-Vera."

"Vera. Please go and see to that young man."

"Why would you allow such an inexperienced girl to treat such an injury? She will do more harm than good." The young man stood from the floor and shouted.

Vera trembled and halted on her track, lowering her head. Chloe frowned and looked at the young man.

"Who the hell are you?"

She may be timid. However, the couple of days she spent with Justin and the near-death experience has washed away some of her timidness.

"I'm Amman —"

"I don't give a fuck about your name. I asked you who the fuck are you to question what I decide." Chloe's voice raised an octave.

Amman trembled. He blinked his eyes twice and his mouth aghast. He didn't expect the cool-head Chloe would be so domineering.

The entire ground floor was in total silence. Everyone looked at Chloe in dismay. A small kid with big eyes looked at Chloe and muttered.

"Cool." Lola's eyes brightened.

"Vera, you can continue and don't listen to anyone's nonsense." Chloe averted her gaze and smiled at the frightened girl.

"Hmm, hmm." She nodded.

She took a cursory look at Chloe and bit the edge of her lip. 'She is about my age. Why can't I behave like that.' She cried in her heart, dragging her heavy feet toward the injured man.

Chloe snorted and turned back to attend to other injured people.

Amman was jittery on the spot, not knowing what to do. He looked around and saw the scornful gaze of the people. As the son of a police chief. He had never been in this position in his life.

His fury burns like a raging inferno. He may be scared of the zombies. But why would he be scared of an ordinary young lady with a large spectacle on her face?

Veins protruded from his forehead. He gnashed his teeth and took a deep breath.

"Who gave you the right to order us around?" His voice was not loud but everyone in the room could hear him.

Chloe halted on her track and turned her head. 'Is this stupid man delusional or what?' She thought and couldn't wrap her head around what was going on in Amman's head.

"And who gave you the right to question me," Chloe asked slowly, adjusting the rim of her large spectacle.

"No one. But we are in a dire situation and we shouldn't add to our predicament, letting some ignorant person treat our injuries."

"Hmm." She twisted her lips and moved slowly toward Amman.

"You're right."

"So what do you suggest?" Chloe asked.

Amman smiled and thought for a moment. 'I know you are just making a false braggadocio.'

"Let's wait for the others to arrive. Then, we could think of ways to treat the injured." He said righteously, raising his voice.

"What if those people die before the others arrive?" Chloe asked. She was only a couple of feet from Amman now.

Amman was tongue-tied for a moment.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Ah!

A miserable cry echoed throughout the ground floor and the people shuddered in fear when they saw the gruesome face of the young man. Yet, the scene was concluded.

A young man was thrown out of the building, crashing on the cold hard floor, assaulted by the chilling wind.

"That is the fate of anyone who dares to question me!"

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AN: Bonus chapter event ongoing.

63 power stones to go.