My Second Life As a Boy: This Time I will End this Apocalypse!

Chapter 2: Mr. President

I closed my journal, feeling a weight in my chest as I set it down that's enough for now. Turning to the hologram TV, a faint glow filled the room, casting an eerie light on the walls. It's Earth, There were no bustling cities or signs of life—only empty landscapes and unsettling silence.

The hologram showed desolate streets filled with zombie hordes, stumbling through the ruins of once-vibrant towns. Buildings stood as empty shells, windows broken and walls crumbling from neglect. Nature was reclaiming its territory, with vines creeping up skyscrapers.

I watched in silence, I wish the other and  Ariela and her baby is fine.

Meanwhile...

Inside a heavily fortified building, surrounded by walls crackling with electricity, Mr. President sat in his grand office. The room showed his authority, with monitors displaying live feeds from around the world. His advisors stood at attention, waiting for his orders with unease.

"Report," Mr. President demanded urgently.

One advisor stepped up, adjusting his glasses nervously. "Sir, the K and the Sky Squad have joined forces. They've breached our defenses and are gathering in a secure warehouse."

Mr. President frowned in anger. The K group had troubled him for too long, and the addition of the mysterious Sky made things worse.

"What about the survivors?" Mr. President's voice was low and dangerous.

"They're rescuing more survivors, sir," the advisor replied cautiously. "Our forces are struggling to stop them."

Mr. President slammed his fist on the desk, making the room shake. "How are they slipping past us?!" he shouted, frustration boiling over.

Before anyone could answer, another advisor burst in with urgent news. "Sir, we've just learned... The leader of Sky Group is dead."

Silence filled the room. Mr. President's expression lightened, His mood risen discovering that one of the hindrance is gone. He swiftly composed himself and called for an emergency meeting of all rescued individuals who held positions of power worldwide. Within moments, a diverse group of CEOs, politicians, and influential figures assembled in the heavily guarded conference room.

"Gentlemen, ladies," Mr. President began solemnly as he stood before the gathered assembly. "We face a dire situation. The Sky Group, alongside the K group and pose a significant threat to our operations."

Murmurs of concern rippled through the room as the attendees exchanged worried glances.

"And now," Mr. President continued, his voice firm, "we have received confirmation that the Sky Squad leader has died."

A wave of shock swept over the room. Among the attendees, the CEO of Kim Enterprises, known for his wealth and influence, spoke up with a pained expression. "What about my son?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Mr. President's gaze hardened as he replied, "We regret to inform you that we were unable to rescue him. He remains in the hands of these criminals."

Anger and dismay filled the room as voices rose in condemnation of the K group and the Sky Squad. Accusations flew, blaming them for the ongoing chaos and loss.

" We're sorry Mr. Kim "

" We'll just Pray that Geo is still alive and safe "

" Yeah, Just why are they doing this? "

" They're not cooperating to us to end this Apocalypse! Instead they make the zombies aggresive"

" Those Criminals! We must Eliminate them immediately! "

"I've heard enough," Mr. President declared, his tone cutting through the escalating tension. "We must redouble our efforts. Mobilize every resource. We will not rest until these groups are dismantled and justice is served."

The assembled leaders nodded grimly, understanding the gravity of their situation. They dispersed, each tasked with rallying their resources and networks to confront the looming threat.

After the meeting ended, Mr. President went back to his office. Laughter echoed through the room.

"Those fools! They actually bought it? This is getting more interesting," he chuckled to himself.

"Mr. President, may I come in?" a voice asked from outside.

Mr. President nodded, sitting back in his chair as the door opened.

"It's all set," the man said eagerly. Mr. President smirked, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

"Excellent," he replied. "Let's go."

They headed to the rooftop where a helicopter awaited. Its blades whirred as they climbed aboard. The pilot took off, guiding them toward an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

Inside the warehouse, rows of cages lined the dimly lit halls. Groans and shuffling sounds echoed from within. The air smelled of decay and antiseptic.

"These are my creations," Mr. President said proudly, gesturing at the cages. Inside were zombies, their eyes vacant and movements jerky. Some were restrained, others pacing restlessly.

"They will be the key to our ultimate power," he declared, eyes gleaming with ambition.

They stopped in front of a reinforced cage where a particular zombie stood. Unlike the others, this one had a large "T" scar on its forehead. It moved with more purpose, its eyes filled with a terrifying awareness.

"This is the one that escaped from us and bit a woman and became immune," the man explained. "We've experimented on it, making it stronger."

Mr. President looked intrigued. "Tell me more about these experiments."

The man took a deep breath before beginning. "First, we studied the virus that reanimated the corpse. We enhanced its regenerative properties, allowing the zombie to heal from injuries that would normally incapacitate it. We injected it with a serum made from all differents kind of zombies blood, which seems to have had a unique effect. The blood increased its strength and speed, giving it the ability to move with greater agility."

He pointed to the reinforced cage. "We also implanted nanotechnology to stimulate its nervous system. This made it more responsive and increased its sensory perception. It can now detect living beings from far away and has an almost predatory focus."

Mr. President's eyes widened with interest. "And what about its resilience?"

The man nodded. "We've enhanced its durability by reinforcing its cellular structure. Its muscles and bones are now much stronger, making it almost impossible to restrain without the strongest materials. We tested its limits, and it took multiple hits from high-caliber weapons before showing any signs of slowing down. "

Mr. President watched as the zombie moved with unsettling agility. "It’s become more dangerous than ever," the man continued. "We had to reinforce its cage multiple times. It’s incredibly strong and can sense living beings from a great distance."

Mr. President's grin widened. "Perfect. This creature will be our greatest weapon. Release it when the time is right. It will sow chaos and fear, paving the way for our plans."

The man nodded, visibly nervous about the power of the zombie they had created. They left the warehouse, the echoing groans of the undead following them into the night.

Back in the Empty Black Void, Ajena is sitting in the ground continuing her journal.