Rewrite the Apocalypse dream (by Dee Cari) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Remember, aim for the head!

suppressed laughter didn’t last long As the group moved past the final row of familiar spartment complexes the air changed growing heavy with the metallic tang of old blood and rot. The eerie art that had masked Mrs Klein’s sprint now felt suffocating Joanna kept her hatchet raised, her eyes darting between the shadowed interiors of stalled sedans and shattered storefronts

A low wet scratching sound echoed from a dark alleyway up ahead.

Joanna raised her left hand signaling an immediate halt Behind her the team froze instant their previous embarrassment evaporating into rigid tension Stumbling out from the alley and the shadows of a nearby transit bus four figures emerged into the pale afternoon light

They still looked entirely human, but they were unmistakably dead. Their skin was a sickly bruised grey and their eyes were glassy and vacant, completely devoid of life Leading the small group were two construction workers, their neon safety vests stained with dark, dried blood Behind them lumped a female bus driver in a torn uniform, followed by a middle-aged man whose expensive business suit was shredded at the shoulder revealing pale torn flesh beneath

They didn’t shuffle The moment they spotted the group, their limbs twitched with an unnatural frenzied speed and they sprinted forward with a mindless, starving rage

Remember aim for the head” Joanna shouted, her voice cutting through the sudden wave of pani Don’t let them surround you’

In an instant pure chaos erupted The female bus driver lunged directly at Jolie Terror lo ked Jibes limbs, and she froze completely staring in horror as the dead woman’s hands clamped nightly onto her aske dragging her forward

John Allen yelled He lunged forward swinging his sharpened entrem hing shovel in the hozomial a The heavy metal blade connected squarely with the side of the bus drivers thru the bruce hurte snapping the zumbar neck with a sickening rack She collapsed instantly into the asph

To the right the anddle aged man in the suit charged blindly at Jake and Kashet Working in Landed, the wowing the wrapists repeatedly far ating the coude ver this heat and shorter tops snapping jaws at bay

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Meanwhile one of the massive construction workers bure down on Julian ant Vale Na Jilbins stepped intrats path raising lus heavy aluminum hat while Nate raised his hatchet with white them fighting desperately together to overpower the heavy lunging monster

The second construction worker ignored the mw and charged strangle toward seven year it Kiss wat the butle corgi Titan Raven mostinctively passed her will agant a rusted var do ghits booking the trembling dog in her arms Joanna sprang into as tion opping directly between the attast and the chil With a sharp practiced motion she brought has a hat het down with all her might hang hosp into the construction workers hrad Hicature went rigid before ringding heavily to the pavem With two of the creatures down, the chaotic brawl reached its peak Over where the mute gest man m the shredded suit was attacking. Jake shifted his strategy Instead of just swinging wildly he unlized his trained combat moves Stepping inside the zombie’s guard Jake executed a swift brutal sweep that took the creature’s legs right out from under it. As the man in the suit slammed hard onto the asphalt Rachel seized the opening. She brought her weapon down in a crushing blow directly to its skull, finally silencing its snapping jaws.

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Chapter 91 Remember aim for the head!

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Just a few yards away, the struggle with the final construction worker turned perilous. The massive, grey-

med monster lunged with surprising force, catching Julian off guard. Julian’s boots skidded on the loose gravel, and he stumbled backward, losing his footing and dropping his aluminum bat. The zombie snarled, throwing its full weight forward to pin him to the ground.

Before Uncle Nate could clumsily swing his hatchet to intervene, Joanna acted.

Utilizing the spatial magic of her pocket dimension, she instantly vanished from her spot next to Raven and Titan. A split second later, she materialized directly behind the lunging construction worker. With a fierce fluid motion, she drove her survival hatchet straight into the back of the monster’s head. The creature instantly went limp, collapsing heavily onto the pavement just inches away from Julian’s chest.

Joanna stood over the fallen body, her chest heaving as she ripped her hatchet free. She extended a hand to pull a thoroughly shaken Julian back to his feet. The street fell dead silent once more, save for the heavy panting of the team and the low, frightened whimper of Titan.

The sudden stillness of the street was broken only by the heavy panting of the team. Everyone stood frozen, staring at the four dead bodies scattered across the asphalt as the grim reality of the apocalypse finally sank in.

Joanna lowered her hatchet, completely unfazed and barely out of breath. “Everyone, regroup,” she called out calmly. “Check yourselves for injuries.”

The group pulled back into a tight circle. Jolie was still pale and shaken, but she gave a weak nod to show she wasn’t hurt. Julian retrieved his dropped aluminum bat, his face a mix of awe and lingering adrenaline as he stood next to Uncle Nate.

“Incredible job, everyone,” Joanna said, offering a rare smile. “You held the line and looked out for each other. That was a textbook first engagement.”

She gestured toward the fallen construction worker. “But don’t get comfortable. Look at their skin-they just turned, which means they are still weak. As the virus settles, they will get a lot faster, stronger, and smarter. Consider this your warm-up.”

A heavy silence fell over the group as the weight of her warning sank in.

“The good news is that everyone made it,” Joanna added, looking protectively at Raven and Titan. “We took zero casualties, and we know we can trust each other. That’s a huge win.”

Though the team was still a little rattled, Joanna’s calm confidence anchored them. They took a collective breath, adjusted their grips on their bats, shovels, and hatchets, and moved forward down the road.

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