My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 52

The gatekeeper chuckled at the lookout’s report. "Are you joking? How many times have we mistaken zombies for survivors?" He didn’t take the lookout’s words seriously.

He knew well that besides occasional rescue missions, survivors rarely lasted long outside due to the overwhelming number of zombies infesting every street. The zombies weren’t just terrifying because of their sheer numbers, but also because of the difficulty in killing them, especially for civilians unfamiliar with their weaknesses.

"No, it’s serious! They’re heading this way," the lookout insisted.

"Sure, whatever you say" the gatekeeper replied dismissively, letting out another chuckle before setting down the radio and disregarding further calls from the lookout.

"Master, the bees have spotted a few black boxes moving in this direction," Bell informed Kisha through their telepathic link.

"Black box?" Kisha repeated with a furrowed brow, her pace steady as they continued towards the gate.

"Yes, they described it as what you typically use for travel," Bell clarified.

"So, you’re saying there are multiple vehicles approaching?" Kisha sought confirmation.

"Yes, master," Bell affirmed.

Kisha’s eyes narrowed as they neared the gate, just a few blocks away. "Everyone, move! Run forward!" she bellowed at the top of her lungs before breaking into a sprint herself.

Without hesitation, Duke, Sparrow, and Vulture followed suit, matching her pace without questioning her command. However, the others were momentarily taken by surprise, unsure of what was happening. Only Fred and Nancy reacted quickly, sprinting alongside them. Nancy even supported the older woman who had always assisted her with her baby, urging her to run.

The woman leading the second group felt a sense of unease creeping over her, unable to shake off the feeling that something was wrong. "Run! Run now!" she shouted urgently from the rear, before swiftly joining her group in a sprint forward.

Observing Kisha and the others sprinting as if their lives depended on it, the remaining individuals, who had been standing by, wasted no time in joining the frantic run. Having spent several days with Kisha and her group, they had come to understand that she was not one to act without reason or impulsively.

Despite this, fear began to gnaw at every fiber of their being as the unknown loomed before them.

Despite their uncertainty about what was happening, they ran, pushing their exhausted bodies to limits they had never reached before.

In just five minutes, they arrived at the closed iron gate. Relief flooded through the survivors, tears welling in their eyes as they realized they were safe. Some began pounding on the gate, pleading, "Open the gate, please!"

Despite their extreme fatigue, the survivors were fueled by adrenaline, their weariness overridden by excitement and hope as they continued to call out to the people on the other side of the gate.

However, their hopes were short-lived. Soon, the distant roar of car engines reached their ears, accompanied by another, more ominous roar—the sound of a zombie horde following the vehicles as they drove in their direction.

The survivors standing at the gate felt their entire bodies tremble with fear as they beheld the overwhelming number of zombies before them, more than they had ever seen. Their pounding on the gate became more frantic, fueled by the realization that they were utterly unequipped to face such a massive horde.