My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 132

To everyone present, it seemed like Kisha was deeply considering the proposition. However, in reality, she was discreetly checking their status window to gauge their trustworthiness and assess if they had any valuable talents that could benefit her group. She needed to discern whether they were genuine allies or just looking to exploit her group’s resources.

After assessing their status windows, Kisha discerned that they were slightly superior to average civilians, though lacking in comparison to Duke’s elite team. Nonetheless, the men showed commendable training, while the women appeared similarly weak to Mrs. Winters. Kisha inferred that their affluent backgrounds likely afforded them a life of ease, hence their lack of physical conditioning.

It’s commendable that despite their privileged upbringing and apparent physical weaknesses, they had made it this far. Even in their dirt-covered state, with clothes stained by dried zombie blood and various other substances, Kisha could still discern a refinement in their movements similar to those of Duke and others she knew from wealthy backgrounds.

Though this detail might escape the notice of ordinary people in the dimly lit room, Kisha’s heightened senses afforded her a clearer view of these newcomers and their sorry state. She could discern the signs of emotional strain and weariness etched on their faces, nearly on the brink of breaking down.

Perhaps, after encountering fellow survivors, they finally allowed their pent-up emotions to surface, having held them in check for so long in their struggle for survival.

As moments passed without a response from Kisha, the newcomers grew increasingly anxious, particularly the girls. Stripped of their family’s protective shield, they felt vulnerable, fearing they might be seen as burdens by the men in their group. This fear silenced their exhaustion, compelling them to push forward relentlessly, determined not to be left behind by their companions.

Seeing another group of survivors filled them with hope. They could sense that Kisha’s group was on a completely different level compared to theirs. It is human nature to cling to any chance of survival, and they silently hoped that Kisha would take pity on them and allow them to join her group.

The usual air of elegance and arrogance from their privileged backgrounds had been stripped away by the hardships of the past week, the unending death they had witnessed, and the relentless pursuit of zombies threatening their lives.

They knew that being haughty at this time would only spell their demise. They were keenly aware that one wrong move could cost them their lives, as there was no longer any law to hold people back from committing crimes. Despite their appearance as seemingly useless heiresses, they were acutely aware of their disadvantages and were not raised to be mere decorations.

They were smart enough to know where to place their bets.

Even though the whole room was shrouded in darkness, they could still make out bits and pieces and noticed how clean Kisha and her people were. This not only indicated that they were faring well in this chaotic world but also implied their strength and capability to maintain such a state.

Every passing second of Kisha’s silence heightened their anticipation and nervousness. They were weighing both good and bad outcomes, their hands growing clammy with anxiety.

As Kisha reviewed each person’s status window, one in particular caught her attention, causing her to pause in deep thought.

[Clyde Morris]

Level 0

Morality: Neutral

Strength: 11

Stamina: 15

Defense: 9

Agility: 8

Mental Capacity: 15

Charm: 6

Leadership: 9 _{freёwebnovel.com}

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