My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 916

Chapter 916: Chapter 916 The Situation

The sight lit a spark of excitement among the guards, like wanderers spotting an oasis after a long trek through the desert.

Moments later, Vulture and his team reached the front of the shelter.

"Who are you people?" one of the guards called out, his tone sharp but wary, clearly trying to ensure they weren’t a threat.

"We came from City B’s HOPE Base. We’re here at Adam’s request..." Vulture explained openly, holding nothing back. After all, it was the truth, and it was impossible these people weren’t already aware of Adam’s plans.

Sure enough, once his words settled, the crowd exchanged glances before one of them stepped forward toward Vulture. In response, Vulture retrieved a copy of the mission notice, one that had been entrusted to the STAU for safekeeping, and handed it over.

The guards carefully examined the document, confirming that their leader had indeed issued a bounty to eliminate the mutated zombies threatening their hunting grounds and, more importantly, their very lives.

After inspecting the notice, the guard who had stepped forward glanced back at his comrades inside the gate before shouting, "Open the gate and let them in!"

The heavy gates creaked open, and the guards ushered Vulture and his team inside. Still, the guard leading them couldn’t help but eye the newcomers with curiosity; the way they carried themselves, the sharpness in their eyes, and the sheer aura they exuded made them seem formidable, almost intimidating.

Once Vulture and his group crossed the threshold, the gates closed firmly behind them. Without wasting time, Vulture gave a subtle signal, and his team moved swiftly, stepping onto the platforms and assuming vigilant positions.

Their disciplined actions, however, made the shelter’s residents tense up instantly. To the onlookers, it seemed less like guests entering peacefully and more like Vulture’s group was staging a takeover of their shelter.

But before anyone could speak, Vulture cut in firmly. "There’s a situation. We should discuss it inside, and in the meantime, let my people guard the perimeter. That way, the mutated zombie won’t get close to anyone inside the shelter."

His words struck like a hammer. At once, the crowd trembled. They had been pretending not to know, putting on brave faces, but deep down they were all painfully aware of the lurking horror nearby.

That was why Adam had placed a bounty at HOPE Base in the first place, desperate for outside help. Now, with Vulture openly confirming it, their carefully constructed façade began to crumble. Fear gripped their hearts, stripping away the mask of strength they had clung to, leaving them feeling exposed... and terribly vulnerable.

When Adam left, everyone had already resigned themselves to the possibility of death. That was why he had hidden rations in the most unexpected corners of the shelter, emergency supplies for anyone who might escape if disaster struck.

The people here had long been aware of the mutated zombie’s presence, but fear kept them silent. They dared not acknowledge it openly, afraid that any sign of awareness might provoke it into a massacre. After all, their shelter was filled with vulnerable children and the elderly.

Most of the young ones were children from the kindergarten. Their parents had rushed here at the start of the apocalypse, clinging to the faintest chance of survival.

Many children had perished in those chaotic first days, yet some lived thanks to the courage of their teachers, men and women who, with remarkable bravery, shielded the children or lured the zombies away to buy them time. The parents then secured the kindergarten as their refuge.

Among the survivors were also grandparents, who had been visiting that day, bringing snacks and lunchboxes. The teachers prioritized them too, unwilling to abandon anyone under their care. Many of the teachers themselves were parents, and that maternal instinct drove them to protect the children with everything they had.

Because of these sacrifices, many of the young survived. But not all. Some children were infected. And in a shelter where a single zombie could doom them all, there was no choice but to kill the ones who turned.

Parents who could not bear it often chose to leave with their child, only to die outside the gates. Others stayed and fought on, driven by desperate hope that one day, an antidote might be found.

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