My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 543

"Encircle the building!" Bald Eagle barked angrily, his eyes burning with fury as he stared at the structure.

Inside, some of the families were hiding their infected loved ones, reluctant to kill them.

They had bound the zombies with ropes and gagged their mouths to muffle the growls, hoping to keep them from drawing attention from the neighbors.

No matter how hard they tried to hide it, some neighbors couldn’t ignore the commotion, the muffled growls, and the putrid stench of rotting flesh emanating from inside.

Bald Eagle’s team surrounded the building, their expressions grim and jaws clenched in determination.

"We’re in position, sir! Waiting for your order!" the warriors said in unison, their voices steady but taut with anticipation.

"Don’t come any closer!" a family member of the infected shouted from inside the house.

The door and windows were already tightly shut, the family doing everything they could to keep Bald Eagle and his team out.

But would this flimsy barrier be enough to stop them from forcing their way inside?

Of course not.

The family’s resistance only fueled Bald Eagle’s anger further.

Adopting Duke’s ruthless approach, he no longer had any patience for their explanations.

His sole focus was doing his job and ensuring the safety of the base from this growing threat, especially with Kisha and Duke busy fighting off the zombies at the wall.

But as history has shown, the hardest threats aren’t those from the outside—they come from within.

It’s not the attacking force that’s the greatest danger, but the traitors who manage to infiltrate the walls and undermine the defense from within.

And guarding against such attacks was always the most difficult challenge.

Bald Eagle now approached the situation with more focus and determination.

"Tear the door open!" he barked, his eyes narrowing with intensity. Inside the building, the people grew restless, fear spreading among them as they realized what was coming.

"Don’t come! Stay away!" A woman’s voice shouted from behind the window, trembling with fear.

"Please, don’t come! Just leave this to us—I swear it won’t be a threat to the base. Please, trust me!"

"No!" Bald Eagle’s voice was firm, cutting through the air.

"Even if the one who turned into a zombie is your son, your husband, or any other family member, we can’t allow a zombie to live and walk inside the base. Not only will it kill your remaining loved ones, but it will also put everyone else at risk!"

His words were not aimed at reasoning with the woman inside—he knew she was beyond listening, consumed by grief, disbelief, and sorrow.

She couldn’t hear him anymore.

But Bald Eagle wasn’t speaking to her.

He wanted the other survivors to hear, to understand.

He knew that, no matter how some might try to hide those who had turned, the rest of the community, those with any conscience left, would never allow the secret to remain.

Bald Eagle needed them to understand just how dangerous it was to keep a zombie within the base.

Even if they had contained it for now, accidents always happened—and leaving everything to chance was too risky.

"No!!!!" The woman’s voice shrieked from inside, wild with desperation, her cry both heartbreaking and maddening.

But Bald Eagle had already hardened his heart, knowing that the safety of everyone else was his responsibility.

"Kick the door open!" Bald Eagle commanded again, his voice unwavering.

His warriors snapped back into focus, exchanging determined nods before advancing toward the building.

They ignored the frantic, nonstop shouts of the woman pleading for them to stop, their focus set on the task at hand.

They began kicking at the door, but it didn’t budge.

It was clear the woman had barricaded it with every piece of furniture she could find, making it nearly impossible to open.

With each kick, the door barely moved. Inside, the woman had already positioned herself behind it, using her own body to hold it shut, desperate to stop them from entering.

"Honey... Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you..." The woman whispered, her voice trembling as she gazed at the figure tied to the floor.

The zombie’s bloodshot eyes seemed to weep tears of blood, its movements frantic and desperate.

It squirmed against the ropes, trying in vain to break free, its body relentless in its efforts.

Though it felt no pain, the constant struggle tore at its flesh, leaving its hands and ankles raw and nearly reduced to bone as it rubbed against the bindings.

As Bald Eagle’s team battered the door, the woman frantically worked to reinforce the barricade, pressing her body against it to keep them out.

"You can’t come in! I won’t let you hurt my son!" she hissed, her voice raw with madness.

Her eyes burned red with a mix of fury and pain, the weight of her grief consuming her.

Her only son—her only remaining family—had turned into a zombie, and she had no understanding of how it happened.