My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 519

Keith repeated the broadcast tirelessly, knowing that time was of the essence.

With the internet mostly inaccessible due to widespread power outages, many electronic devices—phones, computers, and even emergency systems—had likely stopped functioning.

For those few devices still operational, the lack of cellular networks or internet connectivity made communication nearly impossible.

Recognizing this, Keith, along with Eagle and Hawk, decided that radio frequencies were the best option.

They knew survivors in isolated camps or shelters might be scanning the airwaves, desperate for updates about the outside world.

Radio remained one of the few reliable means of communication, capable of reaching those who had no other way of staying informed.

Keith’s voice carried unwavering determination as he repeated his warnings again and again, hoping it would reach as many people as possible before the storm struck.

The three of them worked tirelessly, trying to reach as many frequencies as possible.

They repeated the same warning message over and over, hoping it would break through the static and reach those in danger.

As Keith’s voice grew hoarse from constant speaking, he switched positions with Hawk, who took over with equal urgency.

They didn’t forget to emphasize the critical timeline of the incoming storm.

Knowing that people in different locations might not have seen the storm clouds yet, or might be experiencing different weather patterns, Keith avoided specifying an exact timeline.

Instead, he urged listeners to pay close attention to any changes in the sky or the environment around them—the shifting weather, the rising tides, or any signs of impending disaster.

The storm’s approach was inevitable, but the timeline varied depending on location, and they could only hope the message would reach those in time.

In Port City, a group of survivors huddled together, desperately listening to the radio.

They had long been abandoned by the men who had either vanished or fled with the supplies, leaving behind the sick, elderly, and children.

The survivors believed they were left to fend for themselves, with no one to care for them in their vulnerable state.

But when they heard the broadcast warning about the incoming storm, doubt clouded their minds. Some thought the warning might be exaggerated or irrelevant to their situation.

Then, a voice broke through the tension.

"T-the sea is receding!" an elderly man shouted, his voice filled with alarm as he gazed out the window from the fourth floor of the building they had taken refuge in.

When the survivors heard the old man’s shout, those still able to move staggered toward the window.

What had once been a scenic port, now lay eerily empty.

The water had receded so far that the sea floor was exposed, stretching out beyond what their eyes could fathom.

They could no longer see how far back the water had pulled, but the sight alone was enough to send a chill through their bones.

The warning from the radio wasn’t some scare tactic or prank meant to cause panic—it was real, and the disaster was coming.

Even the birds flying above seemed unsettled, their usual calm replaced with erratic movements.

The mutated rats scurrying through the city’s streets were fleeing, desperate to escape the coastal areas.

Even the zombies, usually so mindless and driven by hunger, seemed to sense the change.

They moved away from the city, shuffling slowly, as if instinctively avoiding the impending disaster.

"W-We need to leave!" someone croaked, desperation in their voice.

But how could they leave when their bodies were barely functional?

They hadn’t eaten in days, and many had already succumbed to the brutal extremes of heat and cold from the past few days.