Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278 How To Kill A Zombie 101

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The tires of the Beast crunched over cracked pavement as the winding highway finally flattened out, revealing the skeletal remains of what used to be a bustling mountain town. Now, it was a graveyard of rusted cars, shattered storefronts, and a thick, unnatural fog.

Briggs picked up the dash radio, his Army Commander voice cutting through the static. “Levi, this is Briggs. We’ve got a massive horde reported by the scouts about five miles up near the main gates. Tighten up the rear guard and keep the civilian transports in a defensive block.”

“Copy that, Commander,” Levi’s voice crackled back. “We’re locked down.”

As the convoy crept further into the abandoned town square, a much smaller pack of about thirty walkers stumbled out from a collapsed supermarket. Instantly, the atmosphere inside the Beast shifted. The team peered out the windows, their shoulders slumping. Allen let out a heavy sigh, and Kailee threw her hands up in defeat. They looked genuinely devastated-like a bunch of kids who had just been told recess was canceled because there weren’t enough toys to go around.

Joanna opened both eyes and shook her head helplessly at her ridiculously overpowered, sulking team. “Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. “You look like I just stole your lunch money.”

Before anyone could complain, a group of trucks from the middle of the convoy ground to a halt. The doors flew open, and a handful of survivors-including several family members with absolutely no powers -stepped out, clutching crowbars, machetes, and pipes.

“Wait up!” one of the non-powered fighters called out, jogging toward the Beast. “We want in on this. We heard a rumor that your superpowers can awaken if you put yourself in the thick of a fight with the infected.”

Joanna slid open her door and stepped down onto the asphalt, her boots making a soft click. She looked at their determined, anxious faces and offered a warm, encouraging smile. “It’s true,” Joanna said. “Usually, intense stress or a life-or-death survival instinct is what triggers the genetic threshold. It forces your body to adapt.”

Turning back to the Beast, she tapped the frame. “Alright, change of plans. We’re breaking into four teams. My main force is going to spread out and keep the newbie fighters completely safe. No one gets overwhelmed. This is how to kill a zombie 101.”

She quickly assigned the groups. Julian and Briggs took the lead on the left flank, their electricity and fire ready to create an impenetrable barrier if things got out of hand. Jake and Jolie anchored the right, utilizing metal barriers and sprouting thick vines to trip up any stray walkers. Caleb, RJ, Allen, Kailee, and Raven stayed on high alert, watching the perimeters while Titan sat watchfully on a car hood, ready to alter gravity if a rogue walker lunged too fast.

Joanna stayed firmly with the non-powered fighters in the center, acting as their ultimate safety net.

“Alright, it’s all yours,” Joanna called out. “Take your time, watch your spacing, and breathe.”

The battle was entirely different from their usual seamless, instantaneous sweeps. Without earth spikes or concussive air pulses doing the heavy lifting, the fight took significantly longer than normal. The non- powered survivors swung their weapons, shouting through the adrenaline, learning how to time their strikes, manage their stamina, and work as a cohesive unit. Whenever a walker got dangerously close to a blind spot, Joanna would casually use a fraction of her super strength to backhand the zombie away, or

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subtly teleport a survivor out of harm’s way, giving them the perfect space to reset.

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was chaotic, sweaty, and exhausting-but it was invaluable practice for the future of the colony. By the time the last walker thudded onto the pavement, the new fighters were panting heavily and leaning against the rusted cars. None of them showed signs of awakening powers just yet, their expressions a mix of physical exhaustion and quiet disappointment.

Seeing their slumped shoulders, Joanna smiled warmly and waved her hand. With a brief spatial distortion, she pulled several chilled bottles of revitalizing spring water directly from the natural spring hidden inside her storage space and handed them out.

“Drink up,” Joanna encouraged. “It takes time and repetition to push past the threshold. This water will speed up your muscle recovery and get you ready for the next round. You all did incredible.”

The cool, magical spring water instantly rejuvenated the exhausted fighters, bringing smiles back to their faces as they cheered and thanked her.

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