A Fortress in the heart of a dying city
My home—my entire home—was now secure.
In less than twenty-four hours, I had taken control of an entire complex that made up my condominium just on the edge of the city centre, turning it into an impenetrable sanctuary for survivors of this apocalypse.
A fortress.
A kingdom of the living.
And outside our walls?
The undead stood, watching.
They pressed against the reinforced gates, snarling, moaning, their rotting hands clawing at the barriers that kept them from their prey.
They couldn't get in.
But they could see us.
And that infuriated them.
Their lifeless eyes followed every movement inside—watching as if they were waiting.
Waiting for a mistake.
Waiting for the walls to fail, and allow them inside to feast upon our very marrow.
After securing the first phase of our operation thanks to the brave actions of the cavemen forces, I sent a mass notification through the building's emergency broadcast system, which fed into every single suite within the complex.
📢 "Attention all survivors: The condominium complex is secure. The undead have been purged from the premises. It is now safe to move freely within the grounds. However, all residents are expected to abide by the following rules:
✔️ Looting will not be tolerated.
✔️ Violence against other residents will be met with immediate consequences.
✔️ You are under our protection.
We were the new rulers of this place.
The new law.
If you do not like these conditions feel free to leave.
Any uninhabited suites will be searched and any food or resources found will be distributed as needed
~
When I first began summoning my forces, I had started with primal warriors—hunters, savage fighters from the dawn of mankind.
But now?
Now, I commanded an army from a different era.
After fully equipping my personal guard I realized from which era these new warriors were from.
Ancient Egypt, standing fully equipped they looked like the living depiction of the Pharoh's Guard.
They stood tall, their bronzed skin gleaming under bulblight, their linen armor adorned with golden embellishments, and their curved khopesh blades hanging at their sides.
Their faces were painted in the markings of their gods, and their hawk-like eyes burned with the wisdom of ancient warfare.
Beside them, the cavemen warriors of my first summons still remained, though now they were fewer than a hundred—outnumbered by the hundreds of elite warriors from Ancient Egypt that now patrolled my fortress.
These soldiers were different.
They did not just fight.
They marched.
They strategized.
They were disciplined, a structured military force rather than an unorganized warband.
And they were loyal to me and me alone.
While some warriors patrolled, others worked tirelessly to reinforce our defences, beyond what the support workers from the cavement could manage.
The Engineer Corps, made up of craftsmen, architects, and builders of the Old Kingdom, had already begun fortifying all four buildings, thanks to the upgrade we had access to stone slabs rather than simple wood.
✔️ Stone plating reinforced every ground-floor entrance.
✔️ The main gates were braced with Stone blocks to withstand even the heaviest assault.
✔️ Watchmen stood atop the rooftops, ensuring that no undead scaled our walls, while some basic watchtowers were being formed by stacking stone blocks and then having a ladder provide a method to climb up on top.
This was no longer just a safe zone.
This was becoming a fortress.
And soon, it would be a kingdom.
Meanwhile…The University—The Prison of the Weak
While I prepared for war to enter the next phase, my little sister and her fellow survivors remained trapped in their makeshift prison—a storage room deep inside the university.
Their only news of the outside world came from the last flickering signals of their dying phones.
Some still clung to hope.
Others had already given up.
And some?
Some had begun to scheme.
~
Rachael stood by the door, gripping her now-dead phone like it was a lifeline.
She had just ended a call with me—her brother, her last hope.
Her breath was unsteady, but her resolve did not waver.
"I believe in him,"
she whispered.
And some did too.
Her friends, Vera and Natalie, stood beside her.
But others?
Others were less convinced.
And one of them had already begun his silent takeover.
Logan.
He lounged against the wall, arms crossed, his cold gray eyes flickering with amusement.
When Rachael spoke with conviction, he scoffed.
"Trust?"
His voice was filled with mockery.
"Come on, Rach. Be real. Your brother isn't going to save us. He's just another guy, stuck in the same hellhole as we are."
A few others chuckled—his lackeys, his followers.
Derrick grinned.
"Yeah, what's he gonna do? Show up with a SWAT team?"
Kyle muttered.
"There is no SWAT team anymore. No police. No military. The government's gone."
Logan smirked.
"Exactly. So tell me, Rach—what does your brother have that makes you think he's going to pull this off? Huh? You think he's got a goddamn army?"
Before Rachael could respond, someone gasped.
The room fell silent.
All eyes turned to the glowing phone screen held by a trembling student.
A live stream.
~
A national address from the President of the United States.
📢 "My fellow Americans…"
His voice was weary, but his resolve was iron.
📢 "The world has fallen into chaos. But the American spirit is unbreakable. We will fight. We will endure. We will—"
Then it happened.
Screams.
Gunfire.
The camera shook violently.
The President's security detail opened fire, their weapons barking in every direction.
But the enemy was not human.
The creatures that rushed the President's bunker were not Walkers.
They were something worse.
Twisted.
Mutated.
Abominations.
The camera caught a glimpse of their writhing forms—black veins, elongated limbs, grotesque, shifting faces.
And then—
The President was tackled to the floor, his screams turning to gurgles as he was ripped apart.
The feed cut to black.
Silence.
Horror.
The government was officially gone.
No post had been made in hours indicating the military was doing anything.
There was no help coming.
Only the strong would survive now.
And Logan knew it, thing had happened way to fast, the world was already over and anyone thinking otherwise was only kidding themselves.
He leaned back against the wall, smirking, his cold gaze sweeping over the terrified girls in the room.
He tilted his head toward his friends, his voice dripping with predatory amusement.
"Well, boys… looks like the world's ours now."
Derrick chuckled.
Kyle cracked his knuckles.
Logan's eyes darkened as he turned toward Rachael and the other girls, his smirk turning cruel.
"You guys ever wanted to do something you never could before?"
His lackeys shifted, moving closer.
Slowly, silently, they began to gather objects that could serve as makeshift weapons.
They moved the food supply quietly, placing it under their control.
They formed a barrier between the rest of the group and the only exit.
Logan rolled his shoulders, his grin widening after the dominos started to fall into place.
"we've got a golden opportunity right now, boys. And I say we enjoy it while we can."
~
The next day, after only a few hours of sleep, Carter stood atop the rooftop, gazing out at his new fortress, watching the burning city in the distance beyond their walled borders.
The mission to save his sister was next, since the other mission given to him was to expand their territory but to do so would take more time than she would have.
And he wasn't going alone.
He turned to his warriors—the Pharaoh's Guard, the Cavemen Hunters, the Engineer Corps of support summons being lead by his brother-in-law Sam.
"Prepare for war."
His eyes burned with resolve.
Rachael was out there.
And no one was going to touch her, she would be safely returned to the arms of her husband.