The Walking Dead: Visions of the future

[A/N: Today ends this fight against zombies. Will the protagonist die or will he be able to overcome this challenge? Obviously, he will win, but it won't be that easy.

In this chapter, there may be several errors; I don't know if they're in the writing, but they definitely reflect the protagonist's human capabilities. I asked earlier, "How many zombies can you defeat?" So in this chapter, the protagonist will respond with actions.

So, what's the problem? Well, many may find the outcome of the protagonist's battle strange. However, it's exactly what I'm looking for: correct me and tell me what you think is a reasonable number of enemies.

Comment. I'll read them.]

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In the park, near the bike shop.

Watching the lifeless body slowly fall seemed hypnotic. "Not that he was alive before I stabbed him in the eye", I thought, trying to lighten my mood and get my mind off my lack of reaction to seeing something die. I didn't want to be or end up like a person without feelings.

Unfortunately, the situation didn't allow me to waste time thinking, as I wanted to see how I would get out of this mess and if I would be able to kill all these zombies chasing me.

Without waiting long, two zombies approached together. I thought I would continue killing one by one, but clearly, I wouldn't do something so inefficient. I stabbed one in the eye again, quickly went down a couple of steps, and with a firm kick, I knocked down the second zombie. Without waiting long after knocking that second zombie off, I threw the body of the one I was holding with the spear at it. Taking advantage of the zombie's limited mobility on the ground with the body on top of it, I quickly stabbed it in the eye.

Both of them stayed next to the first body, and I went back up the stairs before the rest of the zombies, who were already on their way, approached.

I continued killing a couple more zombies using the same method. I had already formed a small pile of about eight or nine bodies, which made it much more difficult for them to climb the stairs, leaving them only a small space to come after me.

This little body-piling operation wasn't without its inconveniences. As I was dropping off one of the bodies, one of its friends tried to launch itself at one of my legs and tried to bite it, but thanks to the leg guards, he didn't manage to do any damage. Without hesitating for long, I pushed that zombie and quickly stabbed him, knocking him into the pile along with his companions.

What I realized with this minor inconvenience was that clothing could help prevent their nails or even their teeth from piercing the suit. But the pain from bites directly on the suit could leave me in quite a bit of pain. The good thing is that this incident involved one of the protectors.

Seeing the rest of the zombies approaching, I prepared to stand in the space I'd left free to confront them before they climbed the stairs. I wasn't afraid of them climbing the pile, as it wasn't meant to completely block their way; it would only be used to delay them.

Taking advantage of my height advantage, I began stabbing as many as I could. I simply aimed, stabbed, and quickly pulled back the spear, without delaying too much, as I knew any delay could be costly. Those I managed to stab; I quickly threw down the stairs or pushed back into the group behind them.

"And to think it's only been less than 10 minutes since I left the bike shop", I thought as I watched more zombies gather on the stairs.

I'd already managed to kill about half of the initial crowd, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. The other thing I'd noticed was that the noise our confrontation was making wasn't attracting any more of them, or perhaps that was all the zombies in the area.

However, I could tell the staircase strategy was reaching its limit, and now I could only look for a new staircase or take advantage of the obstacles in the small plaza.

I quickly pushed the nearest zombie away and moved to one side of a nearby cement bench. The zombies arrived without delay, splitting up at the back and front of the bench, trying to get closer to me. I took advantage of their split to confront the nearest zombies, quickly stabbing them and leaving them lying in place, making it difficult for the others to pass. With this confrontation, I was able to dispatch about four more. There were fewer and fewer of them, but I could tell I was slowly tired.

At first, I could push them away relatively easily, but as the minutes passed and the body count in the park increased, I could only stab them and quickly pull out the spear, as the excessive exertion was sapping my strength. Even the kicks I initially used to push them away were movements I avoided.

When I noticed the bench was losing its usefulness as an obstacle and zombies were beginning to accumulate near me, I went down some stairs parallel to the one I had used at the beginning. I waited for them down the stairs to take advantage of the limited mobility they have when going downstairs. They quickly appeared, and I managed to kill two more of them. Little by little, their numbers were dwindling.

I carefully climbed back up the first set of stairs, avoiding tripping over the bodies I had left on the stairs during our initial confrontation. However, I noticed that, due to the difference in speed between the zombies, only a few pursued me along the route I had taken, and others had fallen behind and were now taking a shortcut across the bench I had used earlier.

Without hesitating much and noticing that the zombies on the same level as me were fewer than those trying to climb the stairs, I used the bench as an obstacle again and was able to kill them without much difficulty.

The only dilemma I faced was that there were still about five zombies left, and I was already feeling quite agitated. The fatigue came not only from the effort involved in killing so many zombies, kicking them, and physically fighting them, but also from the added stress a person is exposed to when any mistake can mean the end of everything.

As the last zombies approached, I hid behind a sculpture to use it as an obstacle. As soon as they separated, I lunged at one of them, knocking it off with the force of the impact alone. I regained my footing and killed the other nearby zombie.

I moved away again and approached another nearby sculpture. Using the same method, and with a bit of luck, I was able to kill two zombies, leaving only one of them.

"This suffering is finally going to end", I thought happily as I watched the last zombie slowly approach.

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[A/N: Finally finished killing all the zombies]

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I approached the first sculpture again, taking the time to lean against its base to rest while I waited for the zombie to approach. Every breath I took made me replay each of the tense situations I'd experienced before.

From banging that trash can, attracting all those zombies, to how desperate the situation seemed. How luck was on my side when I walked into that store, and how the things inside could have gotten me out of so many tight spots. As ineffective as the sound of breaking car windows was, I knew that if I broke the windows of a new car and set off its alarm, that sound could have attracted them completely, but at the risk of attracting zombies from much further away and even causing a small tide through these streets. The worst thing would have been for this same accumulation of zombies to follow me back to the base, endangering the only safe place I have, in addition to endangering my new partner.

How difficult and exhausting it had been to face so many zombies. Some of them scratched my arms, that one zombie that could have bitten me. Each of those moments repeated itself to the rhythm of the breaths I took, analyzing each situation and how intelligent some of the decisions I had made had been.

When I took my last breath, I stood firm and waited to face the zombie that was already in front of me. I stabbed it as hard as I could, as if to vent all the rage in it. However, my luck had just deserted me. I missed the move by a hair and aimed for his neck instead. It didn't go straight to the neck, but went through one side of the neck, easily piercing through. The only problem was that I had put so much force into the blow that the momentum brought me too close to the zombie.

Quite scared, I took a step back to try to get away quickly, but he grabbed tightly onto my arms. We both fell, him on top of me, trying to bite me without hesitation, and I used the spear to push him away and avoid this terrible ending to my story.

As we struggled, I tried to slowly slide the tip of the spear closer and closer to his head. With a final effort and noticing that the spear blade was already within range of impaling his head, I used my forearm as a barrier, which he quickly bit through. To add to the momentary bad luck that was invading me, the bite landed right in an area where there were no guards.

A sudden pain invaded me, making me sweat instantly. I felt him squeezing my arm, trying to tear my flesh apart. He opened and closed his mouth without fully letting go of my arm. I tried to move quickly, convincing myself that the pain wasn't that bad, and after a bit of struggling, I stabbed his head in the temple with my other arm. I quickly avoided the fluid and clotted blood splashing in my face by turning my head and pulling my body to the side. It wasn't entirely effective, but the tense moment was over, nonetheless. I sat down and breathed sharply, trying to calm myself just by breathing.

"This has to be a joke", I thought as a zombie bit my arm. It was the arm that hadn't been bitten, and adding to my previous bad luck, there was no protective cover on the arm where this zombie had bitten. So, the pain hit me again, but I was already getting used to the pain.

Without panicking, I got rid of the zombie by pushing it to the side. I kept it on the ground with my knee and, almost as a reflex, stabbed it in the back of the head.

I sat down to take a break, leaning against the sculpture. Now that I had time to think, I belatedly realized that I hadn't killed this zombie; I'd only thrown one of its companions at it after knocking them to the ground. A mistake that almost cost me my life.

After a few minutes, and without looking back, I walked directly back to the village. It didn't matter what I'd left behind, it didn't matter what I couldn't get from the pharmacy. The only thing that mattered now was getting back to rest and checking my wounds. After about 20 minutes at a slow pace, checking every few steps to make sure there were no zombies or people around, I arrived at the village. I hadn't felt so relieved to see a familiar place since I started dreaming about this apocalyptic world, which I honestly don't want to be a part of after today's situation.

I moved slowly toward the base house, not thinking about anything, just maintaining a state of caution. I dodged all the traps around the house, which also brought a bit of relief.

I stood in front of the door, gently opened it, took a couple of steps, and then closed it. Without walking much further, I collapsed onto the living room rug. I didn't want to think about anything else, just rest. I didn't even have the strength to climb the stairs; I just lay on the floor, hoping to regain the strength I had lost this morning.

"Don't move! Who are you?!", I suddenly heard a voice that brought me out of my lethargic state.

"I'm definitely not going to get used to this", I thought as I watched my new companion point me a spear like mine directly at my face.

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[A/N: CHAPTER COMPLETED

It seems the protagonist believes he was reincarnated from the world of Tate no Yuusha.

He defeated quite a few zombies; some will say it's a lot, others may think differently. But I must say in my favor, the protagonist used his brain more than his brawn.

I myself took a 1.8-meter wooden bar, or 5' 10.8", and began aiming at a makeshift dummy. I was able to hit it more than 40 times "in a row" before tiring, and if I took a break, I might have been able to get in a few more attacks. However, the protagonist is in a life-or-death situation, with real, moving bodies that want to attack him, so the situation is obviously different. Also, the protagonist can miss; ideally, he shouldn't, but he'll still miss.

That's all for this chapter.

Comment what you thought.]