My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 752

"So, what do we do?" Tristan asked.

"We do nothing," Sparrow replied. "We wait for the others to arrive. From what I can see, that opening ahead is way too obvious—it's probably bait. They want us to let our guard down so they can hit us with a full-force ambush."

He squinted through his 'Hawk Eyesight', scanning every detail.

"And that evolved zombie with the long, oversized arms? I don't see it anymore. It might be hiding—or worse, it could be the one Young Madam mentioned. The one leading this whole bunch. We don't know. And if there are level 1 evolved zombies out there, there could be more hiding somewhere… or even stronger ones. Level 2. Maybe level 3."

Sparrow puffed out his chest a little, as if admiring his own tactical thinking. "Let's wait for Young Madam to decide. Whatever she says goes."

With that, he pulled out his walkie-talkie. Tristan just shook his head, already moving to set up the alarm system so they could hold their position and get some rest while waiting for the main group. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

On Kisha's side, after hearing Sparrow's report, her brows furrowed. Zombies evolving quickly wasn't new—she had already faced a few intelligent ones before—but if what Sparrow said was true, then this one was dangerously smart. Too smart.

Setting up an ambush and deliberately luring them into a preferred location? That level of cunning was terrifying.

And Sparrow might be right—it could be hiding its real army elsewhere. Maybe the few level 1 evolved zombies they spotted were just bait, meant to lull their group into a false sense of confidence. Make them believe they could handle the situation... only to be crushed once the stronger, more dangerous ones emerged.

If they took that bait without realizing it, there might not be a way to retreat once the trap was sprung.

As Kisha and the main group steadily moved forward, her mind raced, strategizing how they would handle the tricky situation ahead.

Meanwhile, Hawk, Eagle, Dracon, and Bald Eagle's team was holding the rear, engaged in a fierce fight. A zombie horde had run straight into the wire traps they'd set up on the street.

The unsuspecting zombies were sliced into pieces as they charged forward, completely unaware of the deadly trap until it was too late. They were dead before they even realized what hit them.

"Hawk! Take the left flank! The wall of appliances was about to collapse, and the zombie horde behind that street was getting bigger! Deal with them before they draw in more!" Eagle shouted, hurling water spears into the advancing mass of zombies, pushing them back as they closed in.

Abby, keeping a sharp eye from the third floor, felt her anxiety grow. More and more zombies were streaming toward their location, as if something was drawing them in. It didn't look good.

"We're almost out of ammo up here!" the sniper reported through the radio, glancing at the nearly empty box of cartridges—only about ten rounds left. He had already fired off more than five dozen shots and was down to his last reserves.

Once those were gone, he wouldn't be able to provide any more support. To make matters worse, the zombies charging toward them were getting trickier.

They were faster now, moving with more agility. Even Eagle and Hawk were struggling to keep up. Sometimes, the zombies dodged Eagle's 'Water Spears' as they lunged forward, forcing Eagle to switch to close-quarters combat.