My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 338

The thought of the children perishing alongside them was a nightmare he dreaded. He swung his makeshift spear desperately at any zombies that came too close, but his limited reach and meager defense were inadequate to protect everyone—or even himself. The dire situation left him feeling powerless and defeated.

As they ran, the survivors drew closer to Kisha’s position, and one by one, more of them began to notice her, Duke, and especially Vulture, who stood atop a car gripping his weapon. The sight of the three figures, armed and seemingly calm amidst the chaos, caught their attention, adding a flicker of hope but also confusion as to why they weren’t stepping in.

They felt a surge of hope at the sight of Kisha and her group, and tears welled up in their eyes, momentarily blurring their vision. Struggling to hold back their emotions, they shouted in unison, "Please help us!" One of the women at the front, clutching a small child no older than two, cried out desperately.

Her voice, hoarse and raw, grated like metal scraping against the pavement, but she didn’t stop. She continued screaming at the top of her lungs, her voice breaking with the strain as she pushed her vocal cords to their limits.

Kisha was still hesitating when, out of nowhere, an agile zombie lunged at her from the left side of the road. No one saw where it came from, and everything happened so quickly that no one had time to react. They all looked on in horror, their eyes widening like saucers. But with the threat approaching fast, there was no time to stop.

Just then, Kisha flinched, raising her right arm in a casual motion as if shooing away a fly. In that instant, a small piece of metal debris shot out of nowhere. For a moment, everyone thought it was a sniper’s bullet, believing Kisha’s gesture had signaled a hidden marksman to take the shot.

The zombie that had lunged at the woman suddenly collapsed with a gaping hole in its head. Seeing this, the survivors felt a surge of renewed hope. They believed that if they could just make it past where Kisha and the others were standing, they would be safe.

Fueled by this thought, everyone pushed themselves harder, sprinting with every last ounce of energy and adrenaline, driven by pure survival instinct.

Despite Kisha’s earlier attack, she, Duke, and Vulture remained in their positions, continuing to observe the unfolding chaos. Many men still fell, torn apart by the relentless zombies, while the survivors could do nothing but cry out in horror and anguish as they watched their loved ones die one by one, all while desperately running for their lives.

After a brief pause, Kisha leaped from the lamppost, moving like a bullet past the fleeing survivors. Before they could even comprehend what was happening, her long katana had already sliced through a zombie that was mere moments away from sinking its teeth into the back of the person who had stumbled in panic at the rear of the group.

Seeing Kisha spring into action, both Duke and Vulture wasted no time following suit. Duke launched himself into the air with immense power, taking a huge leap before crashing down with such force that a small whirlwind formed from the impact. He swung his spear in a wide arc, nearly a full 360 degrees, wiping out a cluster of zombies in one swift motion.

Meanwhile, Vulture hopped from car to car, leaping from the last vehicle and swinging his massive hammer upward, channeling all his strength into delivering a crushing, devastating blow to the nearest zombie.