Parallel World- an Apocalypse Hero

This was a rather luxurious vacation villa, surrounded by high cement walls about three meters tall. Surveillance cameras and alarm systems were installed everywhere, but unfortunately, with the power out, these security measures were now completely useless. 

The grand mansion, resembling an estate, seemed to have been a wealthy individual's holiday retreat. In addition to the elegantly designed landscaping, there was also a small fountain in the front yard. 

When the apocalypse struck, the main gate had been left open. As a result, more than a dozen zombies were now wandering aimlessly in the front yard. 

Carefully retreating into the yard, Jonathan attempted to close the massive iron gate. However, it was an electric gate, and without power, it was nearly impossible to move it manually. 

Moreover, a Lincoln vehicle was blocking the entrance, making it even more difficult. Given Jonathan's current strength, shutting the gate was simply out of the question. 

"Roar!~~" 

A furious growl suddenly echoed through the air. A zombie wearing a security uniform ferociously charged out of the guardhouse, lunging at Jonathan. 

Perhaps due to the system's influence, Jonathan realized that both his reaction speed and physical abilities had improved significantly without him even noticing. 

As the zombie lunged toward him, Jonathan remained unfazed. With precise accuracy, he thrust his spear forward, piercing straight through the zombie's skull. 

The commotion alarmed the other zombies in the yard. The dozen or so undead that had been aimlessly wandering suddenly turned their heads mechanically and, with guttural howls, stumbled and charged toward Jonathan. 

The zombies in security uniforms were noticeably more agile than the others. 

The one Jonathan had just killed had been quick, and the other two zombies in security uniforms displayed the same heightened mobility. 

Swiftly skewering two zombies blocking his path, Jonathan sprinted toward the villa. 

The front door was not closed but left slightly ajar. Blood, flesh, and bones were scattered across the doorstep, the hallway, and even inside the fountain. 

Clearly, a gruesome zombie feast had taken place here! 

There was no doubt—the people inside the villa were all dead!

"Clack!" 

Jonathan swiftly shut the villa's grand door, sealing the pursuing zombies outside. 

Without any lighting, the well-sealed interior of the villa was dim, with sunlight filtering through stained-glass windows and casting colorful hues upon the lavishly decorated hall. However, the bloodstains smeared across the walls and floor, combined with the thick stench of decay in the air, gave the place an eerie and unsettling atmosphere. 

The scene suggested that a fierce battle had taken place here. The hall was in complete disarray, littered with the corpses of zombies—some dressed in suits, others in bikinis, and even a few wearing U.S. Navy SEAL uniforms. From their attire alone, it was clear that this place had been far from ordinary. 

Additionally, Jonathan noticed signs of gunfights and bomb explosions throughout the area. At this moment, he couldn't be sure if any more zombies were still lurking within the villa. 

"Clang…" 

Suddenly, the sharp sound of metal hitting the floor echoed through the vast, empty hall. 

Jonathan's eyes snapped upward, pinpointing the source of the noise—it had come from one of the rooms on the second floor. 

"Could there still be a survivor up there?"

Holding onto a sliver of hope, Jonathan cautiously ascended the wide marble staircase. To his surprise, he found two bloodstained handguns and three M16 rifles—standard issue for the U.S. military—scattered in pools of blood. This discovery sent a wave of excitement through him. 

Unfortunately, all the weapons were out of ammunition. 

Jonathan picked up one of the relatively clean M16 rifles and slung it over his back before continuing upstairs. 

The presence of so many firearms suggested that the owner of this villa was no ordinary person. There was even a possibility that a weapons cache existed somewhere inside. 

Jonathan wasn't expecting much, but if he could find a rifle, a handgun, and some rifle ammunition, it would be a huge gain. 

And if there were survivors, they might be able to help him locate what he needed in this luxurious villa. 

Due to the countless zombie corpses and bloodstains littering the floor, Jonathan moved cautiously, his steps slow and deliberate. 

However, the moment he stepped into the second-floor corridor, his eyes widened in horror. 

Even with his hardened mental state, he nearly retched on the spot. 

A suffocating stench of rotting flesh filled the air. Swarms of dark, buzzing flies hovered everywhere, while clusters of sickening white maggots wriggled among the decaying corpses. 

"What the hell happened here? Why are there so many zombie bodies?" 

Jonathan muttered to himself, covering his nose. 

"And just who was the owner of this villa?" 

It was clear that these zombies had been taken down with gunfire. 

Some had even been blown apart by explosives, their bodies reduced to gruesome, scattered chunks. 

Just by looking at the scene before him, Jonathan could easily imagine how intense the battle must have been.

Jonathan examined the collapsed section of the corridor and the charred gunpowder stains on the walls. He could tell that whoever had been here hadn't just used firearms—they had also deployed grenades. 

What kind of people had access to such an arsenal? 

Owning guns was legal in the U.S., but grenades were strictly prohibited military-grade weaponry, heavily regulated by the government. 

How did these people get their hands on grenades? 

And more importantly—what were they protecting? 

Frowning in thought, Jonathan covered his nose and carefully stepped over the corpses, inching toward the room where the sound had come from. 

As he moved through the hallway, something caught his eye—a portrait hanging on the gilded wallpapered wall. 

The face in the painting was unfamiliar to him, but the name in the inscription below was not—William Jefferson. 

The name rang a bell. At the very least, the surname Jefferson was one Jonathan had heard countless times. 

But why was this portrait here? 

There was no time to dwell on it. Everything about this villa felt off, and from the building's layout to the sheer number of gunned-down zombies, it was clear—the owner of this place was no ordinary person. 

"The door is open." 

Reaching the room where the sound had originated, Jonathan heard faint rustling noises from within. The door was slightly ajar but unlocked. 

"Is someone in there?" 

He knocked softly. 

No response. 

Even the rustling noises abruptly ceased. 

The eerie silence sent a chill down his spine. 

Jonathan carefully pressed the tip of his spear against the wooden door and nudged it open. The hinges groaned, emitting a long, unsettling creak. 

Then— 

A shadow flickered. 

A large, muscular figure suddenly lunged at Jonathan!

"Roar!!" 

There was no time to think. Jonathan instinctively yanked his spear back before driving it forward with full force toward the shadowy figure. 

This time, he felt significant resistance. The impact was so strong that his grip nearly slipped, and the force sent him staggering two steps backward—almost causing him to fall into the pile of corpses. 

Only then did Jonathan get a clear look at the figure's appearance. 

A zombie! 

And not just any zombie—it was an enormous, bloated monstrosity, its grotesque body covered in layers of sagging fat. 

Its oversized, drooping jaw revealed razor-sharp teeth, and its ashen-gray face was marred by bulging, worm-like blue veins, making it look even more horrifying. 

The military knife attached to Jonathan's spear had embedded itself deep into the creature's skull, but only halfway through before getting lodged in the zombie's unnaturally hard bone. 

This had never happened before! 

"Creak~~~~" 

A door suddenly swung open somewhere nearby. 

"Roar!!!" 

Before Jonathan could even pull his spear free, another furious growl erupted from behind him!