My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 97

Another concern weighed heavily on Sparrow and Tristan’s minds: the possibility that the enemies lurking in the shadows were a team of highly trained elites, including both snipers and close combatants, much like themselves. This uncertainty only compounded the array of challenges they currently face.

Additionally, they were perplexed as to where these individuals had originated from, given that all passages appeared to be sealed shut or compromised.

They had no time to dwell on the problem, their minds racing at a mile a minute while their bodies continued their relentless onslaught. The chaos and danger made it impossible for the Winters to collect the crystal cores. Mrs. Winters could only watch with a heavy heart as the zombies fell one by one to the ground, lamenting the loss of those precious crystal cores.

She proved herself to be really the wife of a businessman, who doesn’t want to take a loss.

The enemies seemed to be toying with them, halting their sniping as if they were aware that Sparrow had closed in on their location. It was unclear whether this was a tactical move to extend Sparrow and his team’s struggle in finding them, or if they had some other sinister intention.

After a couple more minutes passed, there were no significant developments. The onslaught of zombies continued unabated from the same location, and their numbers showed no sign of dwindling. Meanwhile, their ammunition was being depleted rapidly, and the individual transporting Duke and Kisha was only three-quarters of the way across the bridge.

Frustration and nervousness mounted among the group as time dragged on.

Sparrow and Vulture refrained from recklessly employing their abilities at the moment, opting instead to engage the zombies in hand-to-hand combat. Unlike the others, they weren’t as fearful of being bitten, having already successfully awakened their abilities.

This granted them a degree of immunity to the virus, enabling them to confront the zombies head-on with nothing but their cold weapons, even amidst the swarm.

As soon as they heard the people on the other side shout, "Master and Young Madam have successfully crossed the bridge!" Tristan’s group felt a wave of relief wash over them. Encouraged by this news, they urged the Winters to cross the bridge as well.

The Patriarch’s son and daughter-in-law insisted that he cross first, understanding Mrs. Winters’ fear of heights, the Patriarch went up the bridge to walk one step at a time while holding onto the rope that was still tied to the railings. Meanwhile, her husband continued to offer words of encouragement, coaxing her gently, "Honey, don’t be afraid. I’ll be right behind you every step of the way.

Just keep your eyes on the other side, and before you know it, you’ll be there. Trust me, okay?"

With tears welling in her eyes, she nodded at her husband, understanding that she had to muster the courage to cross on her own. It wasn’t feasible for her husband to walk closely beside her while holding her hand, so she resolved to take the step forward independently. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Mr. Winters kept a watchful eye on his father as he crossed the bridge, holding his wife close in his embrace and offering words of comfort to ease her fear. Despite his efforts to reassure her, he couldn’t shake his own nerves, especially with the lurking threat of the sniper hiding in the shadows.