My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 655

But Sparrow’s maneuver worked. The mutated tiger’s claws sliced through empty air as it missed its target, plummeting back down with a furious roar. Now high above the ground, the chopper had escaped its reach. No matter how strong or relentless the beast was, there was nothing it could do now.

At that moment, the bunker doors suddenly flew open, and a swarm of zombies burst out. The man sitting beside Sparrow, who had been keeping an eye on the mutated tiger, immediately noticed the thick bunker doors being flung open.

Among the horde of regular zombies, a massive, tank-like mutated zombie emerged. It had to crouch just to squeeze through the bunker entrance, and once it stood upright outside, its sheer size dwarfed the doorway.

It showed no regard for the zombies in its path, crushing them underfoot as it forced its way through the bunker door. The horde behind it continued to pour out, relentless and unceasing now that they were freed.

The evolved zombie was a terrifying sight—its sheer size and bulk made it look like a monstrous version of the Hulk. Its muscles bulged unnaturally, its skin stretched tight over grotesque, hardened flesh. Every step it took sent tremors through the ground, exuding an overwhelming sense of power and menace.

Even the mutated tiger, which had been relentlessly attacking moments ago, visibly tensed at the sight of the evolved zombie. The regular zombies surged toward the tiger, overwhelming it with sheer numbers.

Realizing it was at a disadvantage—not just against the swarm but also with a powerful opponent looming—the mutated tiger took a cautious step back before turning and bolting in the direction it had come from.

The pursuing zombies slammed into the electrified fence, their bodies convulsing as the current fried them. Some became stuck, their burnt flesh melding with the metal. However, the massive mutated zombie was different. It didn’t rush blindly like the others. Instead, it advanced at a slow, deliberate pace. Then, without warning, it stopped, lifted its head, and locked its gaze onto the chopper hovering above.

A chilling moment passed before it suddenly grabbed a stack of crates nearby. With an almost effortless motion, it hurled them directly at the flying chopper.

The man watching the chaos unfold felt his heart nearly leap out of his chest. "Sir! Incoming attack!" he shouted, his voice laced with urgency.

Sparrow, who had limited visibility to the side, barely managed to maneuver the chopper in time. The massive crate hurtled past them, grazing the aircraft with a forceful scrape. Had it struck their propeller, they would have been sent spiraling toward the ground—a disastrous fate at nearly fifty meters in the air.

Reacting swiftly, Sparrow pulled the chopper higher, but the danger wasn’t over. More crates came hurtling toward them, each one a deadly projectile. The man keeping watch felt his throat tighten in fear as he witnessed the monstrous evolved zombie relentlessly launching its makeshift weapons.

"Sir, another incoming!" he called out, his voice strained.

Sparrow gritted his teeth, his grip on the controls tightening. He couldn’t see the incoming attacks, which left him with only one option— increase their altitude and hope that the next barrage wouldn’t reach them.

Then, a deep rumble echoed through the air…