My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 112

"After clearing out the last zombie on this floor, let’s take a break and grab some food!" Kisha called out, her voice echoing through the exhausted group. She herself was panting from exertion, realizing that pushing forward in their current state would only lead to disaster.

The prospect of encountering a horde while everyone was fatigued was a daunting one, underscoring the importance of resting and replenishing their energy.

Mrs. Winters found herself barely able to move a muscle after continuously running and manipulating her ability. Without her husband’s support, she might have collapsed, potentially leading to a significant accident for the group.

Kisha and the group stumbled upon a larger room capable of accommodating all 17 of them, providing a chance to wash their hands and faces before eating. Kisha observed that her own and the other two’s disguises had become uneven due to sweat accumulating beneath the prosthetic skin. Given the prolonged duration since their application and the relentless combat, such imperfections were inevitable.

Kisha had been feeling the discomfort for quite some time, and she couldn’t imagine how much worse it must be for those who were looking at their faces. It was becoming increasingly apparent that their disguises were hardly effective anymore. Taking charge, she motioned for Duke and Vulture to join her aside.

With a gentle touch, she began to remove Duke’s disguise, careful to minimize any further irritation to his skin.

As she peeled off the prosthetic skin from Duke’s face, Kisha noticed the beginnings of a rash, his skin reddening beneath. "Here, use this," she said, handing him a cleanser designed for sensitive skin, a favorite of Keith’s.

After tending to Duke, Kisha turned her attention to Vulture, noticing he had developed a similar skin condition. She instructed him to follow Duke and borrow the cleanser. As she prepared to address her own face, she noticed the previously rowdy group had fallen silent, casting furtive glances in her direction. It was evident they were curious to see the woman who had captured Duke’s heart.

Even the Winters were openly gazing in anticipation, waiting for her to remove her disguise.

"Looks like your in-laws are eager to meet you," 008 teased Kisha, sensing her nerves. Despite the ambiguity of her relationship with Duke, the fact that his family was observing her every move and possibly sizing her up as their future daughter-in-law made her feel incredibly nervous. "Isn’t this a good opportunity?

You can win over his family first and make them like you before him," 008 continued, unable to suppress a giggle as it playfully teased Kisha. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

"You’re not helping," Kisha sighed, rolling her eyes at 008. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this nervous, not even when facing zombies two to three levels higher than her.

"Agreed, Duke seems to already like you, so winning his family’s approval should be a breeze," 008 chimed in before darting away from Kisha, leaving her to her thoughts.

Kisha felt a surge of nervousness, now even contemplating removing her disguise elsewhere. Just as she was about to act on this impulse, Duke returned, oblivious to her internal struggle. Noticing her unease, he quipped, "Are you okay? Don’t tell me you’ve grown fond of that disguise? I wouldn’t mind, though," teasing her gently.

Kisha’s eyebrows arched in response to Duke’s comment, prompting her to fire back, "I didn’t realize you had that kind of fetish." She flashed him a smirk before sauntering away to the side, though she remained fully within everyone else’s view.

Duke found himself at a loss for words, wanting to fire back but Kisha had already left, leaving him speechless. Subconsciously, he glanced at his father for some guidance, only to find his gaze avoided, while his mother chuckled softly. Puzzled by the situation, Duke couldn’t help but feel bemused.