I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 75 – An Unusual Guest at the Gate

Far from Celestine’s base, in a dead city that had become one of my territories, Tyrant stood atop a crumbling building. His coal-like eyes glowed dimly as he gazed westward—toward where I was.

My summons traveled through the air, like an unheard voice rippling through waves of energy. And Tyrant responded.

With a slow motion, he raised his left hand. From the shadows of the ruined building, four cloaked figures emerged—Witches. Their dresses were pure white, given by me. Their bodies hunched, yet radiated a dark, magical aura. Soon after, five more figures followed—Hunters, with slender bodies, sharp eyes, and movements as swift and silent as shadows slipping between the light.

They all stood before Tyrant, silent and awaiting orders.

"Go. Meet the Queen," Tyrant said in a deep but calm voice. "You are the fastest. I’ll remain here to lead this territory."

Without protest, the Witches and Hunters bowed obediently. They didn’t speak—there was no need. Communication between us wasn’t through words, but through will and instinct. Once the command was given, they moved. And in a flash, their bodies disappeared into the mist, darting through the dead city and ruins, heading toward me.

It took about 40 minutes for them to reach the perimeter of Celestine’s base. And as I expected, the response wasn’t immediately friendly.

"Nine entities approaching from the east!" one of the sentries shouted from the watchtower.

Other guards quickly aimed their weapons. "They’re zombies... but weird... They’re not attacking!"

"Why... are they dressed like humans?"

The Hunters wore long black coats I had scavenged from a mall, while the Witches donned long white hooded robes that hid their faces. There were no attacking movements—just slow, coordinated steps toward the front gate.

Celestine was quickly summoned.

She stood on the base’s balcony, looking toward the gate. Her eyes narrowed, then turned to me, who stood not far from her.

"Sylvia," she said. "Looks like your friends have arrived."

I turned and looked down. I could immediately sense their distinct auras—yes, they were my subordinates.

I nodded casually. "They’re mine. Order your people to hold fire. They won’t attack anyone without my command."

Celestine studied me for a few seconds before signaling the guards. "Hold fire. Don’t shoot."

The soldiers complied, though the tension still hung heavy in the air. Some still had fingers poised over the triggers. But the Witches and Hunters simply stood silently outside the gate, unmoving, awaiting my signal.

I leapt from the balcony and landed lightly on the ground, then walked toward them. The moment I appeared before them, the nine figures immediately knelt in silence. No sound, no greeting—just loyalty in a calm and eerie gesture.

"Rise," I ordered simply.

They stood in perfect unison, like one body with nine heads.

I glanced at the Witches. "From now on, assist with debris clearing and perimeter defense. Follow the instructions of Celestine’s soldiers, but don’t stray far from the base. If attacked, protect yourselves."

Then I turned to the Hunters. "Keep moving. Patrol around the base. Anyone who tries to sneak in—human or monster—capture them alive and bring them to me."

They couldn’t speak, but from their body language and focused gazes, I knew the command was understood.

Celestine approached, her face still half-suspicious but also impressed. "They’re... zombies. But they don’t feel like zombies." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"They’re smarter than the average kind," I replied. "And they listen to me more than humans listen to their commanders."

Celestine gave a faint smile. "As long as they don’t harm my people, I won’t complain. Besides, my base could use all the help it can get."

I glanced toward the soldiers who were now slowly lowering their weapons. Some were still uncomfortable with the presence of these creatures, but they knew—if I really wanted to attack... this place would’ve been flattened last night.

"Give them space," Celestine said to her soldiers. "They’re... special guests."

The Witches began following some technicians to the ruins of a warehouse being cleared. They used like telekinetic magic to move large debris. The Hunters had already scattered around the base—almost invisible—shadows darting between broken buildings.

Celestine’s base, which just this morning felt like rubble of lost hope, now began to stir with life again. With the combined efforts of humans and my zombies, the gears of restoration started turning.

And atop the tallest tower, I stood gazing at the horizon. The morning breeze swept through my jet-black hair, letting it flutter gently under the sunlight.

Even though they had received official permission from both me and Celestine, the presence of the Witches and Hunters still left unease among the base’s inhabitants. After all, a zombie is still a zombie—and not everyone can ignore their instinctual fear of such creatures.

Especially the Witches, who often emitted low grunts or raspy murmurs from their dry throats. It wasn’t threatening—just a natural response to unfamiliar surroundings. But to humans, it was enough to raise goosebumps.

"...Please... please don’t stand right behind me like that, okay?" one of the female technicians turned nervously to a Witch who was helping her lift a metal beam. The Witch just slightly tilted her head, eyes empty but not hostile, then returned to her task.

The Hunters were even worse—they were almost never seen when they moved. One moment they’d appear behind someone, or suddenly be on the roof watching with their heads tilted. Some soldiers nearly shot them out of sheer surprise.

But over time, one thing became clear.

They didn’t attack. They didn’t harm anyone.

In fact, in many ways, they were more efficient than humans. Witches helped with construction and defense. They used magic to lift steel beams. Some even repaired cracked base walls with just a wave of their hands.

Meanwhile, the Hunters swept the area around the base with eerie consistency. Every few minutes, one of them would appear near a guard post and give a strange report—like pointing in a direction with a head nod or throwing a small stone to indicate a suspicious spot. At first, the guards were confused, but after twice following those cues and discovering traces of beasts or signs of suspicious activity, they began to understand.

"So they’re like guard dogs... but horror version," one soldier said while wiping his sweat.

Celestine watched everything from the balcony, standing next to me.

"They still make people nervous," she said quietly. "But they’re useful."

I nodded. "They’ll become more than that, if given time."

Celestine turned to me. "They won’t harm the children here, right?"

"No. They won’t touch anyone without my command. Even if someone attacks them, they’ll only defend—not retaliate."

Celestine looked relieved. "In that case... I’ll try talking to the staff so they’re not too scared. At least enough to cooperate."

I gave a small smile. "You’re more flexible than I thought."

"I wouldn’t have survived this long without learning how to adapt," she replied, watching as one of the Witches repaired the logistics barracks wall.

Evening slowly approached, and though the grim atmosphere still lingered, the base felt a little lighter. Quiet laughter began to echo again among the soldiers and technicians. Meals were distributed. A few younger ones even dared to watch the Witches from afar, observing the magic they used like watching a strange performance.