My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 924

Chapter 924: Chapter 924 Fighting Head On

They weren’t just shambling, they were running. The sight was so terrifying that chills ran down the spines of even seasoned fighters like Vultures and his subordinates. Survivors on the wall shuddered, some collapsing as their knees buckled, overwhelmed by the sheer horror of the oncoming swarm.

"We’re doomed! We’re all going to die here!" one of the survivors cried, clutching his head in terror.

"Why are there so many zombies?! What’s happening?!" another shouted hysterically. He wanted to run, but his legs refused to move; there was nowhere to go anyway. The wave was closing in from all four directions, trapping them like prey with no escape.

"YOU! It’s you and your people! You brought them here!" one of the guards on the wall shouted, finger trembling as he pointed at Vulture. Fear twisted his face, and with no escape in sight, he poured his terror into rage. Hatred was easier to carry than helplessness.

At his outburst, the other panicked survivors turned their eyes on Vulture and his team. None spoke, but their accusing stares said enough. Vulture clenched his jaw because deep down, it wasn’t entirely false.

The mutated zombie likely attacked because it sensed them inside, realizing they were trying to free its prey. Denied its game, it had chosen to wipe them all out.

Vulture pressed his lips into a thin line, saying nothing more. The survivors here were greenhorns, unfamiliar with battles of attrition like this. A wave of this scale would be enough to topple the shelter if it were left to them alone.

But with him and his team present, the odds shifted. They might not crush the wave entirely, but at the very least, they could hold the line until reinforcements arrived.

"Everyone, listen up!" Vulture’s voice rang out with authority. "Awakened ability users, split into two groups. When you’re at eighty percent exhaustion, rotate with the next group. STAUs, handle logistics. Keep the stamina boosters and black vials ready at all times. Non-ability users, arm yourselves. The STAUs brought weapons, use them, but don’t waste ammo. Every shot counts, so make it efficient."

He then turned to the shelter survivors, his gaze hard. "Anyone who can fight, step forward and join us. Women and the elderly fall back into the inner rooms and guard the children. Protect them with your lives!"

"Why should we listen to you?" one of the survivors on the wall snapped, his voice trembling with both anger and despair. "Can’t you see it’s impossible to fight back now? There are thousands of them coming! Even with firearms, there’s no way we can hold them off!"

He gripped his weapon with shaking hands, torn between rage and hopelessness. A part of him wanted to surrender to despair, but the thought of his child inside the building kept him standing.

Yet, as his eyes fell on the endless tide of zombies surging toward them, his heart cracked under the weight of fear.

"Why? Are you planning to give up?" Vulture’s voice was sharp, his expression hard. "Why did you even survive this long if you’re not willing to grasp the smallest sliver of hope? You should fight with everything you have until the very end. Miracles don’t just fall into your lap—you have to fight for them, bleed for them, make them happen!"

He had seen such miracles before. He’d endured a zombie wave that lasted twenty-four hours straight, a storm of death that nearly crushed them all, and somehow, they had survived.

Back then, he believed it was a trial from the heavens. But this wave... this one was different. This one reeked of the mutated zombie trying to evolve into a Zombie King.

If they could just hold out long enough—find its location and kill it—there was still a chance to turn the tide. He had no proof, only instinct, but Vulture trusted his gut. And his gut told him he was right.

"Do you think it’s that easy?!" one of the men snapped, his voice breaking as he spoke through clenched teeth. He hadn’t even realized he was crying, the tears born not from anger alone, but from crushing hopelessness.

Yet, deep down, he knew Vulture was right. They had clawed and bled just to survive this far. If they gave up now, if they stopped fighting, they, and their children, would surely die. Then what was the point of everything they’d endured? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

His shoulders slumped, the tension draining as he finally made his decision. "I understand... I’ll follow your commands." It wasn’t because he wanted to, but because he knew there was no other choice. Pointing fingers wouldn’t save anyone.

"Good!" Vulture grinned, his voice ringing with authority. He turned to the STAUs. "Distribute the firearms and weapons we brought with us. Everyone, hold your formation!"

At once, the camp stirred into action. The awakened ability users, Clyde, Reeve, Fred, Evelyn, and the others, took their positions on the platforms behind the walls, while the ordinary survivors spread out across the second and third floors of the building, securing vantage points.

The STAUs handed out assault rifles and placed crates of ammunition nearby for quick reloads.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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