I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 67 – A Show from Above

I stood still atop a tall, cracked skyscraper that was on the verge of collapsing, my dress swaying gently in the evening breeze. My eyes gazed downward—toward a main street swallowed by chaos. Dust swirled, weapons clashed, and distant explosions echoed from wrecked cars and crumbling buildings turned into a battlefield.

Two groups of humans were locked in a fierce battle. They weren’t many—perhaps a dozen on each side—but the atmosphere was intense. These weren’t soldiers; this was a clash between survivors. Armed gangs fighting over something—food, weapons, or maybe just territory.

"Hmm..." I murmured, crossing my arms and leaning slightly forward. "That one group... pure muscle. And the other... seems to prefer using their heads."

The first group, dominated by burly, rugged men, fought brutally. They wielded heavy weapons—metal clubs, rusted rifles, and improvised bombs. No tactics, just raw violence.

The other group... caught my interest more. All women. Agile bodies, swift steps, and every move seemed calculated. Amid the chaos, small traps detonated—smoke bombs, tripwires that suddenly snared enemies’ legs, even a pitfall that swallowed a man whole.

Boom!Bang! Explosion after explosion colored the street. Smoke and fire hugged the debris in midair. But the women remained composed—like they were dancing through the ruins of death.

They moved fast, using narrow alleys and building shadows to their advantage, bewildering foes who relied on brute force. And though they were outnumbered, they held the line—and slowly began to turn the tide.

Then... the leader of the women spotted me.

Through the black cloth mask covering part of her face, her sharp eyes locked onto mine—straight up to where I stood, on the eighteenth floor. Somehow, she sensed me. But I simply returned her gaze for a moment, unfazed. Just a flat glance... then I looked back down at their fight.

"I’m just a spectator," I whispered.

No reason to interfere. This wasn’t my business. Still, it was fascinating—to watch how the remaining humans were no longer fighting zombies... but each other.

This show... was oddly entertaining.

The battle reached its climax.

The men, once dominant, were now in shambles. Several were downed, wounded, or no longer moving at all. The clever traps set by the women had turned the tide. Thin smoke lingered from the smaller blasts, and the air was warm from lingering embers.

One of the men cried out in panic, "RETREAT! RETREAT!!"

It didn’t take long for the rest to follow, limping away with defeated faces, leaving their weapons and the dead behind.

The victorious women didn’t pursue. Instead, they chuckled, some sitting on rubble or leaning back casually, savoring their bloodless win.

From a distance, I saw the reason behind the fight—a military tank, abandoned at the far end of the street. Just one, but enough to be a symbol of power in this ruined world. With it, one group could intimidate dozens of smaller ones.

The woman who had met my eyes before glanced up at me again. Her gaze was sharp. Without warning, she vanished from where she stood.

And in the next instant—CLANG!

A swift slash came at my neck from behind. But my black chain spun automatically, deflecting the strike with a sharp metallic clash. I hadn’t even moved from my spot.

"You’ve got quick reflexes," she muttered.

I turned slowly, locking eyes with the woman up close. Her eyes were sharp, her expression serious, and her aura was that of a seasoned warrior, one who lived on the battlefield.

"Who are you?" she asked coldly, ready to strike again if needed.

With a calm tone and a neutral expression, I replied,

"I’m just a passing zombie." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

She narrowed her eyes, staring as if trying to decide whether I was joking or truly harmless. Sensing no threat from me, she slowly lowered her weapon.

"’Passing zombie,’ huh? This world’s gone mad. A zombie who speaks calmly and can block a strike."

She sheathed her sword behind her back, then added, "You’re interesting. Wanna come to our base?"

I didn’t answer right away. But after a moment’s thought—considering I had passed through several cities and my journey today had been long—I gave a slight nod.

"Why not?" I muttered.

Her stern face softened, even forming a faint smile. The warrior’s aura around her faded, replaced by a casual air—like someone inviting a friend for a walk.

With light steps, she walked ahead of me, and I followed behind.

As we walked side by side along a road littered with debris and abandoned vehicles, silence wrapped around us. Only the sound of our footsteps and the gentle whisper of the evening wind kept us company.

I broke the silence, my voice flat yet tinged with curiosity. "Aren’t you still cautious... even though I’m a zombie?"

The woman turned to me calmly. Without saying a word, she reached for the metal mask covering the lower half of her face and removed it. A mature, beautiful face was revealed under the orange glow of sunset. Her skin was pale and clear, her eyes sharp like a hawk’s, and her long silver hair shimmered as the wind blew, dancing freely in the dirty air.

She let out a soft chuckle—a light laugh, though laced with lingering caution.

"Haha... of course I’m still cautious. But... you haven’t attacked us at all. That’s enough for me to lower my guard—just a little."

She looked deeper into my eyes and added, "And honestly... if you really wanted to kill us, you would’ve done it long ago. With your power, I’m sure one rampage could wipe out an entire city."

I simply nodded in response.

After a few more steps, I asked, "What should I call you?"

She glanced at me and smiled, her expression much more relaxed now. "Just call me Celes."Then, she returned the question with a casual tone, "And you? What kind of zombie has a name?"

I looked up at the darkening sky and answered without hesitation, "Sylvia."

Celes narrowed her eyes slightly, as if engraving the name into her mind. "Sylvia, huh... Beautiful name. Doesn’t quite fit someone who can block my strike without moving an inch."

I gave a small shrug, not bothering to respond to an unnecessary compliment. But deep down, I started to feel... this conversation was more human than I expected. And for some reason, there was something about Celes that made me feel no need to keep my distance.