My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 436

The same issue was occurring at all four gates, with the gatekeepers growing increasingly concerned about the dwindling ammunition at their disposal.

Kisha sensed a shift in the air, her body tensing as she surveyed her surroundings. She couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of her unease, but she was acutely aware of a lurking danger.

Although she already knew they were at risk, this was something more—an unknown threat looming just out of sight, as if a series of events were about to unfold.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced around.

Vulture’s team aside from Vuture and the others were still absorbed in their tasks, unaware of the issues brewing in the sewers, which Kisha and the rest had managed to keep under wraps while diligently fortifying their defenses.

She didn’t know how long they could keep this information hidden from everyone at the base, but she could only hope that by then, they would have devised a plan or that Duke would have completed his mission outside.

Only then could the survivors find some peace of mind.

Despite her efforts to conceal the issue, many still felt uneasy, especially since they could hear the zombies stirring in the sewers. To mitigate the threat, she had sent Bell to patrol the area, but she couldn’t allow them to eliminate the zombies just yet.

The carcasses could serve as stepping stones for other zombies, allowing them to reach the surface through the manholes or dig new escape routes.

Additionally, having zombies beneath them posed a significant health risk; if they died and littered the sewers, it would create even greater health hazards for everyone at the base.

At that moment, Kisha’s mind was overwhelmed with a barrage of issues, each one more pressing than the last, leaving her gasping for breath whenever she recalled them.

None of this chaos had occurred in her previous lives; while similar problems may have arisen, they had never converged all at once, creating a real headache for her.

As she continued to contemplate better solutions for their mounting challenges while Vulture and the others worked, she suddenly heard Aston’s voice calling from a distance.

"City Lord! City Lord!" Aston shouted, almost breathless, as he was chauffeured in a golf cart, deftly weaving through the narrow gaps between the littered cars on the street to reach Kisha more quickly.

Waving the letter in the air to grab her attention, he called out to her as soon as he spotted her.

Kisha’s eyes fell on the letter, and a frown creased her brow; a sense of dread gnawed at her stomach.

As Aston’s small golf cart came to a stop in front of her, he leaped out even before it had fully halted and quickly handed the letter to Kisha.

"It’s from the Vice City Lord," Aston said in a rush. "The snipers spotted him and his team on the roof at the southeastern edge of the city. He delivered this letter via drone and instructed us to give it to you. I’m guessing it relates to the ongoing issues we’re facing in the sewers."

He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, knowing he was just as anxious as Kisha to see what Kisha would find in the letter.

Although Kisha was eager to open the letter immediately, she knew this wasn’t the right time or place, especially with Duke’s mission being a secret.

The others in the base believed he, like Sparrow, had gone out to gather supplies. Only Duke’s team was privy to the details, having been briefed that morning.

They hadn’t had a chance to share any of this with others, nor would they want to.

Everyone understood the gravity of their mission; revealing it could spark unnecessary unrest and fear among the survivors in the base. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

Such panic would only hinder their efforts and could even bring the base’s operations to a standstill, as people would be consumed by the belief that their survival was at risk.

Noticing Kisha’s apprehensive expression and her reluctance to open the letter, Aston understood her concerns.

He guided her to sit in the golf cart, and their driver took them directly to Villa #1. Upon arrival, they headed straight to the study.

Marcus and the children observed their grim demeanor decided to wisely chose not to interrupt Kisha and Aston’s meeting, refraining from offering snacks or drinks this time.

As soon as they entered the study, Kisha made a beeline for the leather chair.