My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 399

Seeing the Alabai dog calm down, Kisha cautiously approached the zombie from behind.

The dog continued to occupy most of the zombie’s attention, skillfully dodging its attacks by jumping from side to side.

It was clear that the dog didn’t want to harm its owner, instead, it seemed to be protecting something.

Whenever Kisha got too close, the zombie would sense her presence and turn to face her.

She hesitated, unsure if she could attack just yet, as she didn’t fully understand the zombie’s condition. Kisha knew she had to be extremely cautious.

Kisha quickly jumped back to avoid the zombie’s claw. Instead of a full-on attack, the zombie seemed more defensive, reacting out of hunger rather than pure aggression.

From her observations, it was clear that the zombie wasn’t intent on attacking but was driven by desperation.

Its behavior felt more passive-aggressive, and Kisha could almost understand its reluctance to fully engage.

The alabai lunged forward, yanking the leash to draw the zombie’s attention.

The force of the pull caused the zombie to stumble, bringing it face to face with the dog. The alabai, startled by the sudden closeness, hesitated and began to step back.

But the zombie’s eyes locked onto the dog, blood-like drool dripping from its mouth.

Almost instinctively, the zombie lunged, teeth bared, ready to sink into the dog’s flesh.

Everyone was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. Even Kisha felt her heart leap into her throat.

No matter how cold and hardened her heart had become, she still had a soft spot for dogs and cats.

Before anyone could react, the zombie lunged at the alabai, its mouth gaping wide, ready to strike.

Clank!

A sharp metallic sound echoed through the air, breaking the tension as everyone’s hearts hung by a thread.

Before anyone could fully grasp what had happened, the zombie had already lunged at the alabai. The dog, however, didn’t fight back—it simply whined, frozen in fear.

Fortunately, Kisha’s reflexes kicked in. She had long made it a habit to keep a dagger—or two—within arm’s reach whenever dealing with zombies, always prepared for the unexpected.

That instinct hadn’t failed her before, and now it proved invaluable once again.

This time, with Kisha’s swift intervention, the zombie’s jaws clamped down on the sharp edge of the dagger instead of the dog. Its decayed flesh tore against the blade, yet the creature showed no sign of pain, gnashing its teeth as though unaware of the damage.

Desperate to reach the alabai, the zombie continued to bite down on the dagger, relentless in its attempt to get through to its target.

With quick precision, Kisha intercepted the zombie’s attack, protecting the alabai from its transformed owner.

It was painfully clear that the dog, even in the face of danger, didn’t want to harm its master, despite the fact that the person it once knew was no longer there.

The dog whined anxiously, trying to move closer, but the zombie lunged again, this time directly at the dog.

Kisha’s second dagger deflected the attack, but she hesitated—she didn’t want to kill the zombie, uncertain of its current condition.

Her second strike merely deflected the zombie’s advance, accidentally slicing a portion of its long, tangled hair that had been concealing much of its face.