My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 770

At first, she thought it was another zombie horde approaching, her heart sinking in alarm—until she caught a clear glimpse. Relief and excitement surged through her as she saw Kisha leading the main team, cutting through the waves of zombies chasing after them with fierce determination.

Not long after, Kisha and the rest of the team arrived. Taking in the scene before her, Kisha noticed the scorch marks scattered across the street and the towering piles of zombie corpses.

Fortunately, some team members had been assigned to clear the bodies from the main paths to prevent accidents—one wrong step could mean death. The corpses had been dragged to a nearby courtyard, keeping the street as clear as possible.

When Kisha was led to a pile of gathered supplies, her eyebrows lifted in amusement. It seemed her team was getting to know her well—they clearly remembered her love for stockpiling resources.

Grinning, she happily stored all the supplies into her inventory.

She then gestured for everyone to move out, but paused when she noticed most of the main team gasping for air, still trying to catch their breath. After all, they had sprinted back at full speed, struggling to keep pace with Kisha, who, as always, moved with tireless energy, showing no sign of exhaustion, as if she had endless stamina.

But what could Kisha and Duke do? Their stats were far beyond the others, granting them far superior stamina and strength. While the rest of the team was drained, the long sprint only left Kisha and Duke slightly fatigued.

If it hadn't been for Kisha's healing dome, some of the others might not have made it back. With the main group back in position, the rest of the Winters' men quickly took charge of escorting the civilians out of the post office, forming a protective flank to ensure no one strayed into danger as they retreated to where Kisha and the others were.

Once the main group caught their breath, they began making their way back toward the trucks. Eagle, ever diligent, didn't forget the wire traps they had set earlier to keep the zombies at bay, cutting them down to ensure they wouldn't pose any problems to the exiting trucks.

He sprinted back to where the team was. Thankfully, the potential zombie king that had been calling for reinforcements was no longer a threat, so they were no longer being overwhelmed by a horde.

However, a few zombies had still managed to trail behind Kisha and the others, leaving no time for them to waste. The civilians, though panicked, kept their composure. They ran towards the trucks, mindful not to let fear turn them into a disorganized mob. The Winters' men formed a protective barrier around them as they made their way forward.

Once they reached the trucks, they didn't dawdle and waste time. The civilians climbed aboard first, ensuring their safety while the Winters' men remained vigilant, keeping the zombies at bay.

When the civilians were all safely up, the team followed, and the drivers immediately started the engines. Without missing a beat, the trucks plowed through the remaining zombies, ramming them out of the way as they made their escape.

Like moths to a flame, the zombies relentlessly charged toward the trucks. Most of them were crushed beneath the wheels, and the trucks rattled violently as the sickening crack of bones and skulls echoed through the air.