My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 339

Vulture glanced back at Kisha and Duke, who, despite being surrounded, showed no signs of fatigue as they effortlessly sent zombies flying. He couldn’t help but wonder why they weren’t using their awakened abilities—doing so would have made dealing with the horde much faster and more efficient. However, this wasn’t the time or place for him to question Kisha’s reasoning.

If Duke, who had been following her lead without hesitation from the start, wasn’t raising any concerns, Vulture knew he had to trust her judgment and follow orders as well.

Since Kisha clearly wanted him to escort the survivors back to ensure they wouldn’t be a distraction during the fight, Vulture had no choice but to press the survivors to move faster and head back to the base. He knew she didn’t want anything slowing her down, so he focused on getting them to safety.

"Let’s move and head back with me. They’ll be fine, but staying here will only put them at greater risk trying to protect you!" Vulture’s voice was somber, his eyes narrowed in warning. The survivors glanced at each other, guilt and embarrassment washing over them. They knew he was right—they were helpless here, just a sitting duck waiting to be protected.

They all turned in the direction Vulture pointed and broke into another run after their brief rest. Even the leader reluctantly followed, his exhaustion too great to lift his makeshift spear. They had been running and fighting nonstop for so long, and despite being a well-trained bodyguard and skilled fighter, he couldn’t endure much more.

His body was battered, fatigue setting in hard, and the lack of food and water over the past few days was taking its toll, even on him.

Even he was astonished that he had made it this far on sheer willpower alone. Out of the original hundred survivors heading to City B, only about twenty had managed to reach this point. They were desperately seeking refuge in the survivor base in City B, which they knew had been established by nearby soldiers stationed with the Minister of Defense.

As soon as Vulture led the survivors to safety, Kisha and Duke took a strategic step back, positioning themselves back-to-back while they cleared their path with swift, decisive swings of their weapons. Duke flashed a playful smirk at Kisha.

"Wifey, are you holding back your awakened ability because you want to work out, or are you trying to turn this into a friendly competition to see who takes down the most zombies?"

Kisha’s lips curved into a smile at Duke’s challenge, appreciating his lighthearted approach amid the chaos.

"You really know me well," Kisha said with a hearty chuckle. "Why don’t we make it a competition? After all, this is a great exercise for both of us."

With a playful grin, she swiftly decapitated a zombie that lunged at her, its teeth bared and ready to bite.

With a shared, unspoken understanding, both Kisha and Duke fell silent and began fighting with renewed intensity. They were still holding back earlier to avoid endangering the survivors in their path, but with fewer concerns now, they could focus fully on the battle.

Kisha moved with agile precision, slicing through the zombies in her way like a graceful swan gliding through water, while Duke used his explosive strength to cleave through the undead as if they were nothing but butter.

The intensity of their combined attacks grew as they faced a relentless swarm of zombies. The undead pressed in from all sides, and the pile of carcasses around Kisha and Duke began to obstruct their movement, risking tripping or slowing them down. Realizing the need for a strategic adjustment, Duke decided to flank the horde, aiming to create a pincer attack with Kisha.

By splitting their assault, they could tackle the horde from both ends, improving their chances of clearing a path.