My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 544

"Ah!" The woman let out a piercing scream, suddenly shrill and filled with unrestrained terror, like the cry of an animal in its final moments.

Her frantic pleas faltered, choking off into a breathless silence.

Then, the silence shattered as a guttural, primal roar erupted from behind the door, echoing with a bone-deep ferocity that made everyone freeze.

Roar!

Grah!

Without even looking, they knew what had happened inside—it was already too late to save the woman.

This was the price she paid for concealing her son after his transformation.

The warriors under Bald Eagle, now on high alert, didn’t let the grim reality slow them down.

They redoubled their efforts, kicking at the door with renewed urgency.

After several powerful strikes, the door splintered nearly in half.

Working quickly, the warriors pried it open, their movements precise and cautious.

The furniture piled behind the door served as a temporary barrier, providing a small measure of safety against the zombie inside.

It gave the team enough time to force their way in without fear of an immediate attack, but they knew the real danger was just beyond the threshold. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

Through the small gap, they could hear loud, ravenous munching sounds, as if the person on the other side was desperately hungry.

Low growls rumbled from within the room, adding to the tension.

However, due to the furniture blocking their view, it took them longer to break down the door.

By the time they finally managed to tear it open, Bald Eagle had already pushed the civilians farther back to ensure no one would be caught off guard if the zombie lunged out the moment a path was cleared.

The civilians, fully aware of the danger and knowing they were powerless to help, took several cautious steps back.

Some of the warriors stood by, rifles aimed at the door, ready for any sudden movement.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team continued to work on the door, carefully moving the furniture aside.

Since not all the warriors had awakened yet, they moved with extreme caution, fully aware that any misstep could lead to a deadly bite from the zombie.

Fortunately, most of the furniture blocking the door wasn’t very large—just stools, chairs, small drawers, and tables.

As they cleared the last of it, the warriors finally got a clear view inside the house.

What they saw made their stomachs twist.

The male zombie was crouched on the ground, ravenously gnawing on a body, its face buried in a pool of blood.

It didn’t take much to realize the body belonged to the woman from earlier.

The zombie gripped her arm, sinking its teeth deep into the flesh, tearing away at the ligament and skin as it pulled with horrifying strength.

It was a truly nauseating sight, one that made even the seasoned warriors who had witnessed all this gruesome sight before pale as they stood frozen, forced to watch every horrifying detail up close.

Some of them, with weaker stomachs, couldn’t hold back and vomited on the spot.

Despite having witnessed such scenes countless times before, the raw brutality of it still struck them hard.

The grotesque sight stirred up deep, unwanted emotions and memories they had long buried, leaving them feeling physically sick and overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the zombie was so consumed with its grisly meal that it didn’t seem to notice the warriors retching in disgust nearby.

Only Bald Eagle, hardened by years of experience, remained focused.

He aimed his assault rifle steadily at the door, stepping cautiously closer.

When he reached the threshold, there was no hesitation.