My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 137

Even though Sparrow was already overwhelmed by the zombie’s strength and agility, his resolve remained steadfast. Despite facing a foe clearly stronger than himself, he found solace in knowing that he possessed an advantage: a functioning brain.

Unlike the zombie, which relied solely on instinct, Sparrow could strategize and scheme, using his intellect to devise a plan to defeat the undead creature standing before him.

Sparrow understood that only one of them could leave that location alive. If he were to lose to the zombie, it would jeopardize the safety of his people, unaware of the imminent danger lurking nearby.

Sparrow unsheathed his tactical dagger and assumed a defensive stance, his gaze unwavering as he faced the hungry zombie. The creature, sizing up Sparrow’s strength, emitted a low growl that seemed almost victorious. With calculated movements, it began to circle Sparrow, hunting for an opportunity to strike.

Despite its physical superiority, the zombie remained cautious of Sparrow’s whirlwind ability, fearing that a single strike could send it reeling or, worse yet, prove fatal.

Despite Sparrow’s readiness to defend himself, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the zombie was belittling him with its gaze. Though the undead creature uttered no words, its condescending stare spoke volumes, leaving Sparrow with a palpable sense of unease.

Sparrow refused to remain passive; his eyes tracked the zombie’s every movement, from its subtle shifts in posture to the rhythm of its breathing. He sought out patterns, searching for any potential weaknesses. Despite the obvious power imbalance, Sparrow understood that the zombie’s sense of superiority could work to his advantage.

He knew that those who deemed themselves stronger often grew arrogant, letting their guard down in the process. Sparrow saw this as an opportunity—a small window of vulnerability that he could exploit to finish the job. Until then, he focused on survival, ensuring that he could withstand whatever onslaught the zombie unleashed upon him.

In an instant, the zombie closed the distance with a speed that left Sparrow bewildered. Before he could react, it was upon him, its razor-sharp claw aimed straight at his throat. Sparrow’s instincts kicked in, and he attempted to retreat, but the zombie’s swiftness outmatched his own. The claw grazed his Adam’s apple, slicing through flesh and drawing copious amounts of blood.

It was a hair’s breadth away from a fatal blow—if Sparrow had hesitated for even a fraction of a second longer, the outcome might have been dire.

The wound inflicted by the zombie was undeniably grave, the fabric of Sparrow’s clothing now saturated with his own blood. Yet, the attack had not ceased; the zombie, having struck, swiftly retreated to its initial position. It resumed its menacing circling of Sparrow, its eyes scanning for another opening to deliver a fatal blow.

As the zombie closed in once more, Sparrow sensed the impending attack. With a sudden flung of its arm, the creature aimed for his blind spot. Reacting swiftly, Sparrow steps forward, attempting to evade the strike. Despite his efforts, the zombie’s speed proved too much; its claws left four deep, knife-like scratches across his back, drawing blood almost instantly.

Sparrow gritted his teeth, stifling a pained grunt as he staggered back, trying to create distance between himself and the relentless foe. Each step he took left a trail of blood on the ground, a grim testament to his injuries. Despite the agony coursing through him, Sparrow fought to maintain his focus, determined to stay alert and vigilant.

Persistently, the zombie closed in on Sparrow without affording him a moment’s respite. Its arms swung once more in a menacing arc. Fortunately, Sparrow’s stumble to the right, caused by his prior injury, enabled him to narrowly evade the strike aimed at his head. Swiftly, he countered the subsequent attack aimed at his stomach, he used his dagger to deflect the blow with determined precision.

Sparrow struggled to regulate his breathing, his senses dulled by the loss of blood and the searing pain coursing through his body. Yet, amidst the haze, his eyes shimmered with unwavering resolve and an indomitable will to survive. He remained acutely attuned to the zombie’s every movement, drawing strength from the adrenaline coursing through his veins to maintain his focus.

Each pang of pain served as a stark reminder of his mortality, grounding him in the present moment and compelling him to trust his instincts more with each passing second.

With each passing second, Sparrow felt himself sinking deeper into a state of intense focus, where he and the zombie seemed to inhabit their own isolated realm within the chaos around them. In this heightened state, his senses became remarkably acute, allowing him to perceive the subtlest details of the zombie’s presence.