After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Sizing Up the Situation

Leo Hale managed to shut the door to the neighboring house.

Holt Tate and the others fell into despair.

"What are you all doing just sitting here like idiots?"

Shannon Renner, however, stood up.

"That’s right. There are a few bullets left—enough for one each."

Russell Abbott gave a self-deprecating laugh.

’If we have to die, at least it shouldn’t be too painful. It’s far better than being torn apart and eaten by zombies.’

With red-rimmed eyes, Holt Tate slumped to the floor.

"But I don’t want to die. My mom is still waiting for me to come home."

"All of you, shut up. If you want to live, follow me."

Shannon Renner glanced over at Nina Jacobs, who was still killing zombies, and clenched her trembling hands into fists.

’In their past life, they had fallen into crisis so many times. And every time, Nina had urged them not to give up. In the end, they always managed to pull through.’

’She had gone through so much to be reborn; she absolutely couldn’t just die here.’

’If Nina Jacobs can do it, so can I!’

Just then, Nina Jacobs lopped off another zombie’s head.

She glanced up at the now-empty balcony across from them, a cold smirk touching her lips.

’Knowing Shannon Renner, she won’t die.’

Meanwhile, Chelsea Walsh could feel her pitifully weak Superpower dwindling to almost nothing.

Just a moment ago, Nina Jacobs had devised a plan: Chelsea would stand guard on the second floor, and if any zombies from next door climbed over the wall, she would use her Thunder Element Superpower to channel electricity through the wire fence and shock them off.

But more and more zombies were scaling the courtyard wall.

Nina Jacobs and the other two relentlessly killed the zombies in the yard. Ian Chandler’s hand, gripping his machete, was rubbed raw and bleeding.

The scent drove the zombies on the other side of the wall into a frenzy.

The number of zombies below began to swell.

The ones in the back swarmed forward.

"Uncle Hale, have Chelsea come down."

Nina Jacobs could see it too; Chelsea’s electric shocks were growing weaker.

By now, they had killed all the zombies that had gotten into the yard.

Leo Hale and Ian Chandler also desperately needed a break.

"Alright, I’ll go get her. You two, hurry inside and get some rest."

Daniel Hale said. Even he could see it wouldn’t be long before zombies started pouring over the wall from next door.

Nina Jacobs nodded. She took three bottles of ice-cold water from the refrigerator and handed them to Leo Hale, Ian Chandler, and the pale-faced Chelsea Walsh, who had just come downstairs.

The water was from her system’s inventory, and she had already mixed in Superpower Enhancing Potions and Healing Potions.

All four of them had their share of cuts, bruises, and muscle strains.

She worried that recovering too quickly would arouse suspicion, so in her spare time, she had prepared a diluted version to use in emergencies like this.

"Thanks, Sis."

Ian Chandler drank a few mouthfuls of the ice-cold water and instantly felt much better.

"This is all my fault," Leo Hale said, his eyes red. "I never should have let that woman stay next door."

By now, he was becoming more and more convinced that today’s disaster was all his fault.

’If they really died here today, it would be entirely on him.’

"You have ten minutes to rest."

Nina Jacobs ignored Leo Hale’s remorse and went upstairs alone.

Seeing the balcony across the way—the one Keaton Sloan had opened with his Superpower—she leaped across the gap.

By now, Holt Tate and the others had done as Shannon Renner instructed, throwing everything they could find on the second floor down onto the staircase.

This included wardrobes, bed frames, and mattresses.

The goal was to block the zombies downstairs from getting up the stairs.

Everyone knew it was only a temporary solution.

Still, Holt Tate and his group did as Shannon Renner told them.

A noise came from the balcony.

Holt Tate turned to look and was shocked to see Nina Jacobs—the woman who had just killed Keaton Sloan—walk in.

"Y-Y-You..."

The armchair in Holt Tate’s hands fell with a THUD.

’Is she here to kill us?’

The thought had barely formed when Nina Jacobs was standing right in front of him.

"Know how to use these?"

Nina Jacobs asked.

"W-W-W-What..."

’What is she talking about?’

Nina Jacobs held up several guns. They were the ones they had picked up from that stubbly guy’s place last time.

’Holt Tate and his group looked like they had some training; they should know how to use guns.’

"O-O-Of... of course, we do!"

Understanding Nina Jacobs’s intentions, Holt Tate finally managed to get his words out straight.

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