My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 922

Chapter 922: Chapter 922 A Pitiful Child

As Kisha watched, countless flashes of light lit up the battlefield, streaking toward the incoming zombie wave, abilities unleashed by the awakened ability users.

「Two Hours Earlier」

Sparrow had tried to contact HOPE Base, but every attempt failed. He was wracking his brain for a way to send a message quickly, because the longer he remained in that place, the heavier his chest felt.

It was the same suffocating dread he once experienced when he faced the mutated tree. Back then, he had ignored the warning and charged ahead, nearly losing his life. Now, with that brush against death still etched into him, he had learned to recognize the feeling for what it was: a premonition of danger.

Perched on the rooftop, acting as the eyes for Vulture and the others, Sparrow kept watch over the shelter from a distance. His gaze swept beyond, searching for threats, but the streets held only a few scattered zombies. The mutated zombie that had disappeared into the forest still hadn’t returned, which only deepened his unease.

He felt as if he were sitting on pins and needles. Without any visual on the mutated zombie, paranoia gnawed at him—anything could happen the moment he looked away. Unable to shake the unease, he finally grabbed his radio and keyed it on.

"Vulture, over."

"I’m here, over."

"I lost sight of the mutated zombie, and I’ve got a really bad feeling about this. I tried connecting to the base, but my signal just won’t go through. Do you think Young Madam’s family has a way to reach her?" Sparrow asked.

She was the only one he could think of, after all, he’d seen their Young Madam pull out countless mysterious items no one could explain. If she had let her beloved grandparents and younger brother join this mission without hesitation, it likely meant she had more safeguards in place than just life-saving talismans. Perhaps even a way for her family to contact her in times of danger.

"I’ll ask around," Vulture replied, nodding as his voice came through the radio. "For now, keep your eyes on the shelter from above." With that, he glanced around the meeting room, gave the second-in-command a nod, and went off in search of Keith.

Keith, who was with his grandparents speaking to the survivors, finally saw just how different life was outside their hidden base and HOPE Base. Here in Adam’s shelter, the situation was grim.

Although the population was not that large, the only structure they had was a single kindergarten building, nowhere near the size of a proper school, with just a few floors. Most people had no choice but to sleep on the cold, hard ground, lucky if they managed to find a blanket thick enough to dull the chill seeping into their bodies.

Supply runs were rare and dangerous. Whenever they ventured out, food always came first; clothing and other necessities were considered luxuries, nearly impossible to secure, and it wasn’t because there were no such supplies to be found outside but because they didn’t have the time to gather such supplies aside from the food.

It wasn’t that the streets outside looked swarmed with zombies; in fact, they often seemed strangely empty, but the moment anyone tried to move further out, the undead would appear as though watching and waiting for their chance to strike. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Only Adam’s team had the strength to go far for supplies; the rest could barely manage routine patrols around the perimeter before facing sudden attacks.

More than that, everyone in the shelter was dirty, their skin and clothes coated in layers of blackened dust and grime. With water and electricity gone long ago, washing up was a luxury they could no longer afford.

When the scorching heat pressed down, they had no choice but to retreat into the basement, and when the bitter cold set in, they huddled together just to keep warm. Even the children, usually a source of energy and laughter, looked weary and subdued, so different from the lively kids in HOPE Base.

And yet, this was already an improvement compared to before Adam and the others discovered HOPE Base. Back then, desperation had driven these people to the point of stripping bark from trees in the back forest, boiling it just to stave off hunger.

Grandma Alden’s heart ached as she took in the sight of the shelter’s survivors, especially the children and the frail elderly among them. Compassion welled up inside her, but so did a sobering realization: if her granddaughter Kisha hadn’t been so capable, their family might have ended up in the same state.

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