My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 179

Aston’s team stiffened upon hearing Kisha’s reminder. Overwhelmed by fear, they had momentarily forgotten crucial information and were on the verge of using their guns. It was only after her reminder that they realized they had narrowly avoided a grave mistake, acknowledging they had almost walked willingly into disaster.

They gulped nervously but swiftly positioned themselves to cover each other’s backs. Kisha, alongside Duke, took immediate action, cleaving through the relentless stream of zombies that surged toward them like an unending river.

She understood that everyone would inevitably reach the same conclusion: without a viable exit plan, their fate would be sealed within those walls. If the guards at each exit had reported earlier, they might have had a chance to escape through alternate routes. Now, with explosions having alerted the zombies to every exit, their only path out was to fight through the horde.

However, executing that plan was far easier said than done.

The streets teemed with around two dozen zombies, their numbers swelling as the explosion likely drew over a hundred more from kilometers away. Each person pondered escape strategies, but the notion of "safety" seemed increasingly out of reach. They resigned themselves to fighting with all their might, knowing exhaustion would come later, possibly ending in a last stand against overwhelming odds.

"Hmmm," Kisha hummed as she observed no one else making a move, despite their vulnerable backs exposed for backstabbing. Aston’s team wore grim expressions, fighting with all their might as if they knew they were doomed but clung to hope—for honor, a miracle, or sheer defiance against death. Regardless of their motivations, Kisha’s patience had run out.

She retrieved the contract she had 008 purchased earlier, never anticipating it would be needed now—a slave contract. Amidst the loud growls and zombie roars, Kisha’s voice cut through, reaching Aston and his team. "Do you truly wish to survive this ordeal?" Her voice held an eerie allure, akin to a devil tempting them with power in exchange for their souls—or at least, that’s how it seemed to them.

Duke couldn’t help but smirk a little; he knew his clever little wife was up to something again.

Aston and his team were dumbfounded, but Kisha’s confident voice and unfazed demeanor prompted them to consider many possibilities, both good and bad. However, time was of the essence; the longer they deliberated, the slimmer their chances became. Aston stepped forward and declared, "Yes!" His voice resonated with determination, and his subordinates quickly followed suit.

Kisha tore up the contract in her hands and moved behind Duke to finalize the agreement with Aston and his team. With an unspoken understanding between them, as she stepped behind him, Duke shifted to shield her, expanding his coverage to ensure Kisha could complete her task undisturbed and remain protected.

"I, Kisha Aldens, declare that you all shall be my people. I will protect and shelter you, provide you with a good life. In return, you must promise your undying loyalty. Any harm toward me, my people, or my interests that may lead to my death will result in your demise." Kisha’s voice resonated throughout the warehouse, drowning out even the loud growls and roars of the zombies.

She paused, then added, "To seal this contract, I require your verbal agreement."

No one paid much attention to the specifics because Kisha’s terms posed no direct harm to any of them; it was clear she wanted to ensure loyalty and prevent betrayal. Starting with Aston, they each agreed, one after another.

"I acknowledge."

"I agree."