My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 337

Kisha, Duke, and Vulture stood in the middle of the road, bracing themselves as the tremors intensified. They were waiting, not just for the shaking to stop but to see what would emerge from the commotion.

While they had a general idea of what might be coming, Vulture couldn’t understand why Kisha wasn’t moving to take cover or retreating to the base to fight from the safety of the wall as she usually did. However, as he recalled her formidable abilities, Vulture chose to stay silent, trusting in her judgment.

Even though he had become proficient in his own awakened abilities, Vulture was still unable to match Kisha’s feats. Her telekinesis allowed her to manipulate objects and attack wide areas with ease, while he struggled to create expansive earth spikes or erect massive earth walls capable of providing a solid shield.

However, thanks to the Scarlet Honey, he had gained significant strength and could now push and even lift a sedan car, a testament to his newfound power. Despite this, he knew he still had much to learn to reach Kisha’s level.

Vulture’s thoughts were interrupted when a collective growl and distant screams reached their ears, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of heavy marching. Both Duke and Vulture immediately recognized the ominous rhythm of the approaching threat.

As the tremors intensified and the growls and roars grew louder, both Duke and Vulture felt their muscles tense. Vulture swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. Kisha sprang into the air, using her telekinesis to lift objects from the ground, creating a series of stepping stones that carried her gracefully to the top of a lamppost.

Duke, with his superior strength, leaped effortlessly onto the roof of a waiting shed, positioning himself just below Kisha, from where he could scan the horizon more effectively.

Feeling anxious about being left behind in the middle of the road while Kisha and Duke took elevated positions, Vulture quickly searched for a vantage point of his own. He soon decided to jump onto the roof of a nearby car. Although it was not as high as Duke’s or Kisha’s positions, it offered a better view than being on the ground.

From this vantage point, he could at least see beyond the immediate obstructions on the road, such as various abandoned vehicles, and have a clearer sense of the approaching danger.

Soon, a mass of black appeared on the horizon, advancing rapidly from the other end of the road. At the forefront were survivors, scrambling frantically as they navigated through the maze of obstructing vehicles. Some squeezed between the wrecks, while others darted along the clear path left by Sparrow’s team, who had bulldozed their way through earlier to create a passage.

The scene was a chaotic trail of desperate movement and mounting danger.

The people who attempted to use the vehicles as a shield against the advancing zombie horde made a fatal mistake. Trapped between two delivery vans, one man tried to crawl underneath for cover. But the zombies were too close, and before he could escape, one of them lunged at his back, sinking its teeth into his neck.

The man’s ligaments were visible, tearing slowly, with bits of flesh still clinging to his skin like roots. Blood sprayed as he screamed in agonizing pain, struggling to roll on the ground in a desperate attempt to escape the relentless undead with the last of his strength.

As the zombies closed in, they began to swarm the man, biting him indiscriminately. Overwhelmed by the relentless attacks, he felt the searing pain of each bite. His body convulsed violently as the agony intensified, and his final scream was muffled by the blood that poured into his mouth, choking him as he succumbed to the relentless onslaught.