My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 298

Seeing this, Kisha couldn’t help but smile. At least this time, they weren’t as hopeless as she remembered. Lost in her thoughts, she realized she had already reached the medical facility. Upon entering, she noticed that the floor was barely visible, crowded with patients who were from the rooms sharing space with other patients who were surely not going to turn into zombies.

The rooms that were vacated had been filled with newcomers who had fallen ill just the night before.

The previous patients had yet to wake up, but Kisha guessed it was only a matter of time. She decided to check on the new arrivals who had come in after she left, assessing who might be at risk of turning into a zombie and who had a better chance of successfully awakening.

As the number of patients increased, the medical staff grew increasingly anxious about the possible outcomes. Even the hired help began to fidget nervously as the waiting dragged on. Meanwhile, the family members of those in the corridor were already weeping, as if the shadow of doom had settled over them.

Kisha could only sigh deeply, knowing she couldn’t offer them any real comfort—her words would seem like hollow reassurances without proof that her arrangements were the best course of action. Despite their fear and dissatisfaction, no one dared to voice their concerns or protest. They were all desperate to cling to the smallest hope that their loved ones might survive and continue living.

Kisha continued her checks and noticed that many of the new arrivals possessed talents and gifts. After evaluating all the new patients, she instructed the head doctor to group those she selected into one room. This would free up space for the incoming patients, who might arrive at any moment.

Through this busy moment, they heard a sudden commotion erupted from a room not far away.

Roar! _{freēwebnovel.com}

Grrr...

The commotion alone told Kisha everything she needed to know; there was no need to investigate further. The zombie’s guttural roar sent shockwaves through the medical facility, causing everyone nearby to freeze in terror before scattering in a frenzy. Panic-stricken screams ricocheted off the walls as people fled, their cries of fear mingling with the chaos.

Outside, those who heard the uproar wore grim expressions, understanding all too well what was unfolding inside.

Even without entering the facility, everyone knew that the frightened screams and chaos signaled one thing: a breach. Patrols stationed nearby, having heard the uproar, quickly took defensive positions outside the medical facility. Armed with daggers and guns, they stood ready, their focus fixed on the door, prepared for any zombies that might emerge.

Meanwhile, one of their team had already sprinted toward the square to call for additional backup.

The civilians outside quickly retreated a few meters, ensuring they remained in view of the unfolding chaos. Their curiosity was palpable, but they were wary of obstructing the warriors’ efforts or becoming the first to be bitten. If zombies did indeed emerge from the medical facility, they planned to flee at the first sign.

However, with nowhere safe to run, they were caught between fear and helplessness, anxiously waiting to see how the situation would develop.

As the helpers rushed outside, abandoning the remaining medical personnel and the few soldiers left behind, Kisha moved toward the source of the sound. She could still see some family members, tending to their loved ones, clutching their unconscious relatives protectively in their arms, too paralyzed by fear to move.

Kisha forced herself to look away from the terrified families as she approached a room where loud banging rattled the door. A soldier stationed nearby stood frozen, unsure whether to open the door, while the medical personnel had already backed away, fear etched on their faces.

Kisha stood outside the door, tense and listening to the deafening roars and the piercing sound of claws scratching against the wood. If they didn’t act soon, the zombie would break through on its own. With a determined nod, Kisha signaled the soldier to open the door. She was already in position, ready to face the zombie that would undoubtedly charge at her the moment the door swung open.

The soldier approached the door, nerves fraying as his clammy hand gripped the doorknob, hesitating before opening it. He took a deep breath, glancing at Kisha and the others to ensure they were ready. Raising his free hand, he silently counted to three.

Grawrrr!!!