My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 100

After clearing the balconies ahead, Sparrow swiftly returned to assist Vulture in defending their position. With their numbers dwindling, the pressure on the remaining defenders intensified. Though snippers from the other side provided support, ensuring they weren’t overwhelmed, it remained challenging for the remaining fighters to hold their ground.

Sparrow’s timely assistance was crucial in maintaining their position under such trying circumstances.

As their defensive force dwindled to just seven individuals, Vulture took charge, conjuring successive earth walls to encase them. He also erected earth spikes in front of the walls to impede the zombies’ advance, providing the team with crucial moments of respite and an opportunity to regroup.

Sparrow held back, observing the situation, and only sprang into action when Vulture and Tristan were the last defenders left on that side.

To buy them precious time to escape, Sparrow conjured a whirlwind between the earth walls. He and Vulture had already consumed vials of black liquid, ensuring they could summon their abilities as needed. Once Tristan successfully crossed the bridge, Sparrow directed Vulture to take flight ahead for easier maneuverability.

As Vulture made his way across, Sparrow unleashed wind blades that effortlessly sliced through a dozen zombies, showcasing the blades’ razor-sharp precision before they dissipated.

Bell also lent her aid in fortifying the position alongside Sparrow. When Vulture safely crossed, Bell promptly informed Sparrow and urged him to follow suit. Sparrow wasted no time, taking two long leaps between riding his whirlwind to reach the other side.

As the earth wall began to crumble, Vulture had already transformed the earth bridge into dirt, severing the connection between the two buildings. Relief washed over everyone as they watched the earth bridge disintegrate, finally releasing the tension that had gripped their hearts throughout the ordeal.

Their fortunate outcome stemmed from the fact that their group comprised highly trained combat elites, enabling them to withstand the zombie siege. Had they been composed of civilians, they would have likely succumbed to the onslaught from the very onset of the attack.

As the rush of adrenaline subsided, they collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, their bodies trembling as they struggled to regulate their breathing. The half-minute standoff had felt like an eternity, each passing second stretching out like hours in their minds. Amidst the chaos, one thought dominated their consciousness: they had to press on.

For in this fight, they knew that if one of them faltered, it could spell the end for them all.

Their resilience had finally borne fruit, and the overwhelming emotions they had bottled up came pouring out in tears of relief.

Mr. Winters tenderly attended to his unconscious wife, diligently disinfecting the wound on her forehead. Concerned by her trembling and rising temperature, he administered another dose of fever medicine, recognizing the impact of the harrowing experience she had endured.

Some of them seized the opportunity to enter the apartment, swiftly killing any zombies they found inside. Meanwhile, others focused on clearing and cleaning the rooms, preparing them for Duke and Kisha to rest on. One room was designated for Mrs. Winters, who remained unconscious and in need of care.

Once they completed their tasks, Vulture, having rested briefly, joined Tristan in preparing a simple, hearty meal to replenish everyone’s energy. They cooked steaming rice accompanied by mushroom soup, along with canned tuna sautéed with shallots and pickles for added flavor—the best ingredients they had on hand.