My Ten Wives and Ten Rings in the Apocalypse

"Now, your friends have regained consciousness. You think you can behave anyhow you like, hmm? Bitch." The young man stood up and wiped out the blood coming out from the corner of her mouth.

"Enough of this!" Nasir snapped, standing up and moved closer to the perverted young man. His eyes glowed, he took every step once at a time. His eyes focus on the face of the young man, looking straight into his eyes.

"Did you realize what you're doing wrong?" Nasir began.

"Fuck off! Who the hell are you to tell me what I should do or not."

"All this false bravado wont' satiate the jealousy in your heart. You became a loser not because of anyone else but yourself. Your parents abandon you while your girlfriend ditch you for her boss. Don't put all this blame on other people. It's all on you."

The young man opened his mouth but the word refused to come out. He blinked, trembling and took a step backward. His heart raced, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"What is this shameless prick doing?" Chloe whispered.

Merab shook her head. "I don't know. But let's watch and see. It's good if he's taught a lesson."

"Do you want to continue to be a loser? Hmm!" Nasir moves closer. "Answer me!" his voice raises a pitch.

"No!" The young man shouted; tears gathered at the corner of his eyes. He averted his gaze and stared at the floor.

"Sit down, meditate and think on how to become a responsible person and not be looked down upon." Nasir commanded.

Putong

The young man sat obediently on the ground and began to meditate on Nasir's words. A wild smile appeared on Nasir's face. He looked at the young man for a moment and said. "Remember, a loser doesn't have any right to choose. Think carefully."

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Justin rushed toward the three First Circle zombies with an expression on his face. The three First Circle zombies made a cry and rushed toward Justin. Their hollow dark red eyes glowed. They raised their weapon, creating a gush of wind.

"Die!" Justin shouted.

Whoosh!

One of the First Circle zombies threw his heavy weapon. Justin raised his brow and ignored the incoming axe. His hand gesture moves speedily generating a swirl of wind. His weapon disappeared and appeared in front of the First Circle zombie.

Bang!

The two of the zombies were sent flying while the last one only blinks its eyes, stopping on its track. A yellow trail appeared in front of its eyes. Bang! The skull of the zombie flew out of its neck, rolling in the air. Just then, the big axe arrives in front of Justin.

Justin didn't dodge the axe. He swung his fist. His fist blended with the wind, leaving a whistling sound. Boom! His fist collided with the axe and the axe flung backward, entering the surrounding building, disappearing leaving no traces.

The remaining two First Circle zombies rolled their eyes in the socket. They stood up with some difficulty with a lot of cracks all over their body. They raised their mouths and cried loudly. They raised their weapon and dashed toward Justin.

Justin snorted. He increased the power in his attack and the rings hummed. He sends his attack and turns his back, walking forward the grandpa Philip. An earth-shaking sound echoed from Justin's back, raising a cloud of dust.

Swiss!

Two rings flew out of the dust, going steadily toward Justin and stopped in front of him, glowing. Justin waves his hand and the rings disappear among the horde of zombies. Immediately, zombies turn into pools of blood.

Grandpa Philip's chest was rising and fallen, sweats streaming from his body like an open dam. A couple of injuries appeared on his body. But they are all fleshy wounds. Around him were piles of dead zombies. Sam and Lola were sucked in blood.

"Are you tired old man?" A voice came from the distance.

"Not at all." Grandpa Philip swings his pole arm, smashing the head of a zombie into smitten.

"Guarding these kids makes it harder to kill these motherfuckers." He complained.

"Oh! Don't kill them all. Leave some for the kids." Justin walked casually toward grandpa Philip without any sweats on his face. His clothes were clean without any traces of blood.

"What! Are you serious!?"

"Yes. They must learn to kill. Though they may not have to fight the zombies. But they must learn if we want them to survive in that cruel world."

"Fine!"

After a couple of seconds, only two zombies remain on the street. They both lost their arms while their legs had been mutilated by grandpa Philip. Grandpa Philip looked at Justin then at the kids. "I hope this won't traumatize them." He whispered with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Don't worry. Everything will be OK." Justin stopped in front of the kids. "Open your eyes." He said with a low voice.

"Are they all gone?" Sam asked through his palm.

"When you open your eyes, you will know."

"Ok" Sam took his hand from his face and opened his eyes slowly. He gasped. He took a step. He saw a lot of bones and blood flowing on the road. His hand trembled.

"Do you remember what you say? Hmm?"

"Y-Yes. Yes." He stuttered.

"Good. Take your weapon and kill that zombie."

"What!" He shivered, taking a couple of steps backward. "I can't. I'm scared."

"Then, we will leave you here with the zombie." Justin turned his back and said to Lola. "Lola if you don't open your eyes and take the blood of the zombie we're leaving."

"Don't leave us!" Lola cried and opened her eyes. Tears beaming in her eyes.

Justin pointed to the two zombies and said. "Take your knife and kill them through the throat." He paused and took a deep breath. He knew it wasn't easy for a kid to murdered another human being. But it needed to be done.

"Don't worry, the zombies won't attack you. You only need to take your knife and stab it through their throat. Hmm?"

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