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An army of John Smiths now operated as a unit as we moved. A young cook and a Jamaican bouncer ran after us.

"My lord! Please wait!"

"Pixie, come here." I could see from one of my avatars that Delroy scooped up Pixie as he continued to run.

As we advanced, I saw a number of zombies approaching.

"Contact!" my voice shouted.

In the next moment our entire group stopped.

I dropped to my knees and aimed the F90 MBR in my hands. Careful not to be thrown off, I pulled the trigger on the SL40 grenade launcher.

"40mm firing!" x2

Another me yelled the exact same thing. Not long after, a 95mm HEAT warhead also flew.

"HEAT Inbound!"

Explosions rocked the desolate landscape as the zombies were hammered by the ordinance. A cloud of smoke and dust enveloped the area.

I knew, however, that this would not be enough to defeat them. Like a prophet, my words quickly came true as zombies began to emerge from the dust cloud.

More and more enemies came out as their groans and disgusting screams echoed. One by one, they fell as 7mm Remington Magnum rounds blew their brains out.

With the BLR 81, I sniped at those that moved slowly. But some of them managed to escape and charged forward like hungry panthers.

I responded with two words!

"OPEN FIRE!"

A barrage of 5.56 NATO and .30-06 Springfield rounds soon followed. The projectiles were not as accurate as my lever actions sniper rounds. Still, they managed to rip apart the ones they did hit.

As the distance between us decreased, more and more zombies came forward. Even under the suppressive fire of two F90s and an HCAR, they continued to advance.

It was then that "I" stepped forward and shouldered the Benelli M1014. Next to me was another John Smith. Only he was carrying Ebony and Ivory instead.

We didn\'t even have to talk about how we were going to share the kill zone.

After all, we were all the same person.

There were ten targets coming at us at a tremendous speed. "I" raised my two USP matches and started raining down .45 ACP. I took the five on the left. My partner would cover the right.

My other body braced his shoulder and squeezed the trigger of the M1014. A burst of 9 pellets traveling 1,500 feet per second began to slam into the approaching zombies. In close combat, a single shot was enough.

Shifting my shotgun to the right, I fired at the other zombies. I let go of the trigger for a millisecond before squeezing it again. I repeated this simple action five more times.

The incoming zombies were thrown back by the overwhelming firepower. 45 00 buckshot shredded their bodies. I didn\'t know how many hit their heads, but none of them managed to get up.

As my army continued to fill their respective roles, the zombies slowly ran out of bodies to send. When there were less than twenty zombies, I lowered my FT5 and started looking around.

It was then that I noticed a Chuckie slowly crawling across the floor towards Pixie. Neither she nor Delroy noticed as they were mesmerized by the one-sided slaughter that was taking place.

I dropped the FT5 and pulled out the Raging Hunter as I quickly made my way to the undead assassin. Delroy noticed me and the revolver in my hand.

"Brutha? What are you doing?"

I ignored him and raised my revolver towards Pixie. With two hands, I focused the powerful revolver on the big head of the chuckie. It was about 5 feet away from her and would soon pounce.

This was something I knew personally, as Bella and I had almost died several times from these fuckers. Under the sound of thunderous gunfire, these little bastards loved to slowly crawl or jump out of underground holes.

It was one of the things I warned about the 2nd Amendment in combat. Spotlights that shed blinding light have been part of their standard equipment ever since.

Delroy misunderstood and quickly shielded Pixie with his body.

"How admirable," I praised.

The next moment, the small zombie leapt into the air and pounced on Delroy\'s back.

Without wasting a second, I pulled the trigger of the Raging Hunter. A powerful kick shook my arms as a .500 Magnum blew the Chuckie away.

Pixie and Delroy turned in horror. The kid was even younger than Pixie.

Wordlessly, I walked toward the Chuckie, which now had a large hole in its chest. I stomped on its neck as it struggled to get up. Spit and blood flew as it thrashed its body.

I aimed the revolver at its head and pulled the trigger once more. Blood and bone flew in the aftermath. Only when I was sure there were no more zombies did I return to the others.

I used the undead hordes to practice commanding my army of soul avatars in real time. Much like muscle memory, I treated my bodies like characters in a dungeon crawler or RTS game.

By commanding my bodies one at a time instead of at the same time, I could start an action and then switch to another body. It was similar to playing turn-based strategy games, except I had multiple turns in the same second.

I would start running and move to another body. The one I just left would continue to run because I could just do that action on autopilot.

In combat, I would aim, pull the trigger, and change bodies. All my avatars knew how to take the recoil, so I didn\'t have to stay for that.

The only difference was that Sunday was superior in every way, the others had trouble shooting accurately and were bruised by the harsh recoil of my weapons.

Lastly, none of the soul avatars could dual wield. Luckily, I had plenty of weapons, so I distributed my weapons according to their roles in our formation.

Sunday had Ebony and Ivory, while Thursday wielded the M1014. They acted as what I call the strike vanguards. Their role was to make sure no one got too close.

Monday and Tuesday both used the one F90 MBR with the SL40 grenade launchers. Along with Friday, who had the HCAR, they were basically Gun Sweepers.

Their job was to spray and pray. Luckily, I didn\'t have to reload, my only concern was making sure the weapons didn\'t overheat.

Finally, Wednesday and Saturday carried the FT5 and BLR 81 and were the long-range specialists or Blast guards.

I say long range, but they still aim within 600 yards. I also gave Wednesday the Raging Hunter and used him as a spotter for the formation.

It was tiring to constantly switch views between seven people, but the carnage I was able to unleash alone made it worth it. My experience with multiboxing and tactical dungeon crawlers guided how I commanded my avatar army.

Before I could enjoy my victory, however, I heard a young girl crying.

"D....D....D...." Pixie wept in fear as she experienced firsthand what it meant to fight in Hellsgate. Delroy, similarly shocked, couldn\'t even say anything, instead just hugging her shivering body.

I had all my soul avatars release their weapons before I unsummoned them all. Since they were part of my {Armory}, any weapon that left my hands would return to my subspace. This made switching weapons quite convenient.

"{Day by Day}."

With the disappearance of my other six bodies, I walked over to the two Wraiths still on the ground. As they explained, they had little experience in dealing with zombies.

It was quite something. I began my days as a Reaper by killing these zombies. How did these two even manage to enter Hellsgate if they didn\'t pass the enlistment?

\'Did they just hide under corpses like the ones in my batch? No, the requirement was to kill at least 10 zombies. How did they even manage that? Or did they cheat somehow?\'