My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 370

Kisha was uncertain about the situation, so she, Duke, and Aston decided not to waste time pondering the issue without any leads. Instead, they headed directly to the most crowded gate—the western part of the base, where the residential buildings and the majority of the population were concentrated.

Kisha and Duke made their way to the west gate in their sleepwear and pajamas, but no one paid much attention to their attire. Even Aston was in his pajamas and robe. Along the way, they saw soldiers and warriors hastily donning their protective gear and weapons, nervously moving about.

Before long, a cacophony of distant growls and roars filled the air, followed by the crack of gunfire from atop the wall. Kisha, Duke, and Aston arrived at the wall shortly after.

Soldiers lay prone along the wall, while some threw grenades into the midst of the advancing horde. With thousands of zombies closing in, firearms alone weren’t sufficient to handle the threat.

Seeing the situation, Kisha quickly intervened, instructing them to cease using grenades. The loud explosions would only attract more zombies from within the city. She also directed Aston to send messengers to all gates, instructing them to stop using grenades and to call in all awakened ability users instead.

Understanding Kisha’s reasoning, Duke swiftly turned and headed toward the southern gate, the next most crowded of the four. Aston watched them, feeling the unspoken trust between Kisha and Duke.

They didn’t need words to communicate; a brief exchange of glances was enough. After a mutual nod, Duke nearly sprinted toward the southern gate.

Kisha climbed to the top of the wall to assess the situation. From her vantage point, the scene was chaotic: a massive horde of zombies surged from within the city, driven by an almost primal frenzy.

They were unrelenting in their advance, pushing and shoving each other in their blind, single-minded pursuit of the wall. The ground was littered with the remains of their fallen kin, yet the horde continued to trample over the carcasses with relentless determination.

Their sheer numbers and frenzied behavior made it clear that this was no ordinary attack; something had driven them into a frenzy, and the wall was their singular focus.

Kisha observed with furrowed brows as the zombie stampede surged forward. The sheer force of the horde pressing against the wall was palpable.

The cargo trailers that formed part of the wall’s structure began to tremble under the relentless assault, the sound of scraping metal and groaning wood echoing through the night.

Soldiers stationed on top of the wall clung to their positions, their faces etched with fear as the vibrations threatened to dislodge them.

The weight of the situation was clear; the defense wall was under severe strain, and the terror in the soldiers’ eyes spoke volumes about the danger they faced.

Despite the relentless barrage of gunfire aimed at the nearest zombies, Kisha’s attention was drawn to a growing problem. The corpses of the fallen zombies were accumulating at the base of the wall, forming a grim, shifting mound.

Her frown deepened as she realized the potential danger this posed. If the pile continued to grow unchecked, it would eventually serve as a makeshift ramp, allowing the zombies to scale the wall and breach the defenses.

The sight of the ever-growing heap of carcasses was a stark reminder that the wall’s security was in imminent peril, and immediate action was needed to prevent a catastrophic breach.