My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 94

They weren’t entirely off the mark; Bell did indeed look down on them, chuckling silently as it observed their struggles against the relentless tide of zombies, pushed around and tested by the chaos surrounding them.

Bell’s obedience to Kisha stemmed from their deep bond as master and contracted beast, a connection that drove its loyalty and obedience. However, with Kisha unconscious, Bell had no one to answer to, and its softer side, reserved solely for Kisha, was dormant. Consequently, its proud and domineering demeanor came to the forefront, reflecting its independence and innate power.

With Bell’s assistance, Tristan’s team ascended to the 10th floor more swiftly and efficiently than initially anticipated. They also fortified their path by sealing off open emergency exits with earth walls, serving as a precautionary measure against potential attacks from zombies on both sides.

After being accustomed to the rhythm of their tasks, the team coordinated more effectively. At Mrs. Winters’s urging, they enlisted her, her husband, and even the Patriarch to assist in retrieving crystal cores from the zombie heads while the rest focused on repelling the vanguard’s onslaught.

At first, Mr. Winters was so worried that his wife would feel uncomfortable with the revulsing task of retrieving the crystal cores from the rotting zombies but he did not expect that she would be even more enthusiastic about the task and did not show any signs of disdain or revulsion.

He let out a sigh of relief and felt a sense of admiration for his wife swelling in his heart, clearly, he was underestimating his wife by not believing in her capabilities. Maybe now that she found some use in herself, she stopped stressing herself about every little thing, coupled with the relief of knowing that her son was doing fine.

Now, Mrs. Winters appeared revitalized, her previous weakness and pallor replaced by a newfound vigor as if a surge of energy came crashing into her bloodstream. With enthusiasm akin to searching for treasures, she eagerly extracted the crystal cores. Having grasped the general idea from Tristan and Vulture about the potential use of these cores, she recognized their significance.

Increasing their supply could enhance their family’s safety by bolstering their strength and this empowered her even more.

After retrieving the crystal cores, she meticulously deposited them into the belt bag her husband had provided, akin to a squirrel diligently storing food in its tree. Finding the task both enjoyable and purposeful, she was so engrossed that her mind effectively blocked out the putrid stench emanating from the corpses and the unpleasant squishy sensation as she handled the brains.

This additional helping hand has made it easier for the group to move forward because there’s now a clear distribution of tasks and more time to rest in between their ascent to every floor.

After nearly three hours of climbing through the stairs, they finally arrived at the garden nestled on the 10th floor, where they decided to take a well-deserved break. This unique feature of the condominium, a balcony transformed into a lush garden, was open for residents to enjoy at any time, providing a serene recreational space for all.

Given the circumstances, the garden had become overrun with zombies, numbering more than five or six dozen. When the earthquake struck, residents of the higher floors lacked the opportunity to descend to ground level to avoid potential aftershocks. Their only viable option was to seek refuge in the garden, which provided ideal shelter against such threats.

Now that the former residents had transformed into zombies, they posed a new challenge for Tristan and his companions to handle.

"Sparrow, are you hearing me?" Vulture’s hoarse voice crackled through the communicator.

"Yeah, I’ve got visual on your team too," Sparrow responded, spotting Tristan’s group as they approached the garden several floors below the condominium’s rooftop.

"Do you think we can reach the other building from here?" Vulture asked, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The effort of climbing and defending was compounded by the fact that he was still recovering from broken ribs, making every action strenuous for him.

Sparrow scanned the area once more. "I believe so,’" Sparrow affirmed. With confidence in his wind abilities, he descended from the opposite building, riding a whirlwind that carried him across the gap. To his comrades below, he appeared as a shadow descending from the dark night, a surreal sight amidst their ongoing battle with the approaching zombies.

Amidst their battle with the relentless zombies, they couldn’t help but marvel at Sparrow’s awakened ability. However, they knew they couldn’t afford to pause and admire it, as their immediate priority was killing the oncoming horde of undead threats. So, they pressed on, focused on eliminating the zombies that continued to swarm towards them.