Chapter 18: Was the Theme of This Theme Park Zombies!?

(Marinkia’s POV)

No, really… Where the fuck did these clown zombies come from? Luckily, there weren’t that many zombies around this place. That is, unless you don’t consider well over 300 zombies to be too many of them.

As I slowly reached the bottom, I looked at them once more. There was a clear problem with their outfits. They didn’t seem to fit at all. In fact, I now knew where they got them from.

That is, they stole them from the entertainer robots. Since there weren’t that many of those robots, most of the zombies either had a full outfit, or just a small part of a clown outfit.

Marinkia: “…”

I think that, like with that female talking zombie I met earlier, this one has some intelligence. Not on the same level as that woman, though. He must have been the one to dress up these other zombies, and I think that he might be able to control them as well.

Bang!

Thud!

Crack!

The clownish zombies stormed my now fully lowered riding carriage. As this was self service, the carriage was made out of practically indestructible glass and metal. At the very least, the carriage was made out of newer pure metals.

It didn’t look aged at all. Neither of the carriages did, in fact. Opening up the emergency exit that was on top of the roof of the carriage, I was then on top of it. With so many of them, it won’t take long for them to make a pile up to me.

To avoid such a fate where I will die, I did the longest jump that I could muster. Thankfully, and probably due to my Numen powers, I was able to jump a great distance away from the horde. The roars were kinda scary to hear.

And unlike zombies that mostly had no direction, as in, the feral ones, these ones were after me, using all the strength in their bodies. Not even caring if they broke their bodies in the effort to catch my cute little ass.

Now, this truly does feel like a zombie apocalypse… It is kinda hard to take the slow ones seriously. Going into a dodge roll, I managed to instinctually dodge the slightly rusty blade of that one unique zombie.

Marinkia: “You can use a weapon?!” I exclaim.

Clown Zombie: “Zaza! Yesh, me am sword master!” He laughed, juggling his sword back and forth.

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Marinkia: “…Fuck.” I reply, going back to running.

That might be the first time that I’ve ever cursed outwardly. But the situation called for it. This apocalypse was getting more and more dangerous by the day. Why am I excited? Am I crazy?…

A lot of Running Later.

Marinkia: “Shit…” I say with a scoff.

I was currently cornered by the clown zombies. I was trapped with no real escape. I guess that I might be able to climb up on to the roof of this building? But I don’t know how high that I can jump. Why aren’t they attacking?…

Coming out from the horde was the unique zombie. So… he does control them. Does he want to talk to me?

Clown Zombie: “Zaza! You warrior?” He asked.

Marinkia: “…I guess so?” I reply.

Axel: “Name? Me Axel.” He asked.

Marinkia: “Marinkia is my name.” I answer.

Axel: “Zaza, fine warrior name, in me opinion.” He laughed.

Marinkia: “…”

Axel: “Life boring, running out for meat to hunt and kill. Warrior, kill me horde, and then face me in battle.” He demanded.

Marinkia: “Sure? But I am kinda stuck right now.” I reply with a sigh.

Axel: “They spread out now, kill as you please. If you die, oh well. Me no interfere. Kill with pride.” He replied, laughing while walking away.

Marinkia: “…”

This… is this the first suicidal zombie in history? He was like an ancient warrior that wished to die in an honorable battle between another warrior. If only he wasn’t dressed like a creepy clown, I might respect him…

Like he said, his horde spread out, giving me ample room to run away. But will I really run? No. Not only do I want to kill Axel, and get his special crystal, I wanted to give my future wives a good show.

Look, I can survive on my own. And once I am a Numen, I will be even stronger. Surely, you can help me get petty revenge on Grant, right? With no zombies around me, I took out that makeup mirror. My eyes were still normal…

Moan…

Marinkia: “…”

Oh, so you’re just going to come back like you didn’t just run away from me, huh? How nice… Even better, only five of them came back to this area. Does Axel think that just five zombies is my limit?

It wouldn’t be close to such a small number!!! Not to mention, but none of these zombies had glowing eyes. They were just normal run-of-the-mill zombies. Well, I guess that I will at least have some fun in killing them…

Much Killing Later.

The sun was in the process of coming up, as I slew the last zombie, I fell to the ground. Clearly, I was hungry rather than just being tired. The entire time, no matter how many zombies that I killed, my eyes never changed.

Axel wasn’t around. Or at least, he didn’t show up yet. Taking my backpack off of my back, I took out a super food and super water from it. Eating them, I was now basically in full condition.

Normally, from what I’ve heard about super food and water, there is no such effect. This is probably something to do with my Numen side. Which is good, as it means that it still exists. But likes to stay dormant, for some reason.

Axel: “Marinkia, sun come out soon.” He informed.

Marinkia: “Yeah. I think that it will be up in an hour or so.” I reply, not really being bothered that a rotting clown zombie is speaking to me.

Axel: “Sun weakens Axel… Honorable warrior, Marinkia… Willing to fight in tent? Me able to fight at full form then.” He pleaded.

Marinkia: “Sure. Lead the way.” I agree without any hesitation.

Axel: “Axel thanks you, kind and skilled warrior.” He said with a bow before turning and leading me somewhere.

Am I insane for just following along with a slightly sentient zombie? Probably. But I am also the person that is completely fine with being the wife of two ridiculously power Numens who eat my own kind. And who seemingly want to take over the world, too.

Who am I to judge if I am sane or not? Frankly, I guess that I will have to lean to me being slightly off in the head. Due to that, I am not qualified to argue for or against my own sanity. Heh… off in the head… Just like all of those zombies I killed earlier. Heh…