My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 769

"Hold on a little longer!" Hawk shouted to his team, his voice cutting through the chaos. He took a sharp, sudden turn and spun into a powerful roundhouse kick, sending a zombie flying into the wall.

The impact was strong enough to crack its ribs, but it wasn't enough to stop it—the creature staggered, groaning, and lunged toward him again. Without hesitation, Hawk seized the opening, lunging forward and driving his dagger straight into the zombie's skull.

Thud...

The corpse collapsed to the ground, but Hawk didn't waste a second. His sharp gaze locked onto his next target. He grabbed a nearby traffic sign, yanked it free, and slammed it down on another zombie's head. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

With a swift jump, he kneed the zombie under the chin and simultaneously struck it with his elbow—crushing its skull between his knee and arm. The zombie dropped to the ground, dazed but still twitching. Without mercy, Hawk stomped down on its head, crushing it under his boot like a watermelon.

Just as Hawk was about to turn around, a spray of zombie's black blood splattered across his face. He froze, only then realizing that a zombie had managed to sneak up behind him, its jaws snapping inches from his neck.

Before he could react, Bald Eagle appeared out of nowhere, swinging an axe he had found near the emergency exit. The blade struck the zombie's skull with a sickening crack, burying deep into the side of its head.

The zombie dropped lifelessly to the ground, the axe still lodged in its skull. Planting his foot firmly on the zombie's head, Bald Eagle yanked the weapon free with a grunt. Hawk, still a little stunned, blinked through the blood covering his face and stared at Bald Eagle with a dazed, incredulous expression.

Bald Eagle only chuckled, clapped him firmly on the shoulder, and without missing a beat, turned back to the fray, hacking down another zombie with a wild, almost gleeful swing of his axe.

When another zombie crept up behind Hawk, its teeth bared and ready to bite, he reacted instinctively. Without even turning, he clenched his fist and drove his arm backward, slamming it into the zombie just above his shoulder.

The force of the blow sent the creature staggering. Only then did Hawk glance back, his face dark and thunderous as he drove his dagger straight into the zombie's skull.

After finishing it off, he immediately sprinted around, searching for something—anything—to wipe the blood off his face. His stomach churned, and he felt like he might lose all his lunch right there. As he wiped at his face, he couldn't help but shoot a resentful glare at Bald Eagle.

On the other side of the street, Eagle unleashed a flurry of three consecutive roundhouse kicks, sending three zombies flying backward. As they staggered, he didn't miss a beat—springing forward on his heels and driving his dagger into each of their skulls with ruthless precision.

Another zombie lunged at him from the side, but Eagle stayed fluid, ramming his elbow into the front of its neck. A nearby teammate, quick to catch the opening, plunged a blade into the back of the zombie's head, finishing it off.

Without pausing, Eagle swept his leg under another zombie, toppling it to the ground, where another teammate swiftly stabbed it through the skull.

With their seamless, coordinated movements, the team carved through the horde, killing more and more zombies in brutal close-quarters combat.

As the battle raged on, Eagle's radio crackled to life."Roger, can anyone hear me? We're one klick away from your coordinates. Be ready to move," Kisha's voice came through, steady and clear.