My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse - Chapter 914

914: Chapter 914 Where Are The Zombies?

914: Chapter 914 Where Are The Zombies?

‘Is it sniffing for the humans inside?’ Sparrow’s mind raced, trying to piece together the creature’s behavioral pattern.

It seemed to be deliberately holding back, resisting the urge to strike, as though it were rationing its prey.

But why?

Was it waiting for more survivors to arrive, fattening the shelter’s numbers so it could feast on a larger meal later?

Sparrow didn’t understand, but something about its behavior was undeniably strange.

The creature crawled back into the shadows from where it came, its gaze fixed on the shelter.

Even Sparrow felt his skin crawl under that watchful stare.

If it was observing like this, did it deliberately let Adam and his team leave without interfering?

Why?

Could it be that it wanted Adam to bring back more people?

If so, it might already know Adam’s routine; perhaps it had seen him return with more survivors before.

That would mean it considered Adam’s group a reliable source of food, leaving them unharmed when they went out, while keeping a close eye on those inside as if guarding against any escape.

If that was true, then this mutated zombie had grown far more intelligent than he expected.

Dread washed over him in waves.

Sparrow realized he might have real trouble fighting, let alone killing, this mutated zombie.

Judging by its build, he suspected it possessed not only intelligence but also speed and perhaps even heightened senses.

It wasn’t just because it looked vaguely like a dog, but because it behaved like one, marking its territory, patrolling with intent.

If his guess was right, getting too close might alert it instantly.

The only reason it hadn’t noticed him yet was because he was perched atop a tall building, far away.

No matter how sharp a creature’s sense of smell, it couldn’t track something hundreds of meters off.

But if his theory held true, they wouldn’t be able to approach without arousing suspicion.

And if it fled?

Without knowing where it went, they could be ambushed at any moment, a far more dangerous prospect than facing an enemy whose location was known.

Sparrow’s mind was racing, but his gaze never strayed from the mutated zombie.

Then, movement caught his attention; several people emerged from the shelter, armed and ready.

They split into two groups, each taking a different route to patrol the perimeter.

Their intent was clear: to ensure no zombies crept too close, giving them time to prepare in case of a zombie horde came too close.

It was a sound strategy… except they didn’t realize they were already under the watch of a mutated zombie.

Hidden from sight, the creature tracked their every move.

It even shifted in its hiding place, muscles tensing as if ready to spring at any moment.

But when it saw the patrol merely circling the area instead of retreating, it seemed to relax again, settling back into the shadows.

Sparrow kept his eyes on the scene for nearly an hour, unmoving, until the faint crackle of his walkie-talkie broke the silence.

“Captain, over…” Vulture’s voice came through the static.

Sparrow pressed the button to reply.

“I hear you, over.” “Captain, we’re in position.

Give the order whenever you’re ready.” But before Sparrow could respond, he caught a subtle shift; the mutated zombie’s head twitched, its gaze scanning the surroundings as if it had heard something.

Sparrow froze, holding his breath, his thumb hovering over the button, unwilling to make another sound.

Sparrow finally spoke into the radio after calming down, his voice low and firm.

“Vulture, pull everyone back fifty meters.

We’ve got a situation.

I’ll keep monitoring here, wait for my signal.” As the words left his mouth, the mutated zombie rose to its feet, scanning its surroundings with deliberate movements.

A cold thought crept into Sparrow’s mind-could it hear their voices, or was it somehow picking up the radio frequency?

He didn’t know, and he had no intention of finding out the hard way.

If the creature realized powerful superhumans were nearby, what would it do-attack head-on, or vanish into the shadows?

A direct fight would be dangerous, but at least it would be straightforward.

If it fled instead, lurking unseen while waiting for the perfect moment to strike… that would be far worse.

Understanding Sparrow’s intent, Vulture immediately relayed silent hand signals to his team, ordering a retreat.

He didn’t call back over the radio.

If Sparrow was being this cautious, it meant the situation was serious.

Asking them to fall back could only mean one thing: Sparrow feared the mutated zombie might detect their presence too soon, ruining any chance of a well-planned strike.

Without hesitation, Vulture’s squad moved with quiet precision, retreating the way they had come.

Though it had taken them an hour to reach this position, they ensured their steps were silent and deliberate, avoiding unnecessary noise.

Every zombie they’d encountered on the way had been quietly dispatched, not just for safety but to clear an escape route, one they might need if things went wrong.

Vulture gave a sharp hand signal as his eyes swept the surroundings.

The others understood instantly.

Fred’s team moved first, slipping out like a stream of ants into the narrow alley, each step measured and silent.

They advanced with the precision of a covert operation, checking every corner to ensure no zombie lurked nearby.

Behind them came Clyde’s team, then Rakan, while Vulture brought up the rear, glancing over his shoulder at intervals to make sure nothing was following.

Evelyn took the lead ahead of Fred, acting as the team’s shield.

Her body was encased in sturdy metal, impervious to any zombie’s bite, ensuring that even a surprise attack wouldn’t break their formation.

Behind her, Fred had slung his assault rifle over his back, keeping a dagger ready in his grip for close combat.

The rest of the team was equally prepared, their awakened abilities primed for use should a zombie suddenly lunge from the shadows.

Fortunately, their earlier silent movement had kept them unnoticed, and no undead had been drawn to their position.

They made steady progress, retreating without incident.

Only when they were safely fifty meters back did Vulture risk reaching out to Sparrow over the radio.

“We’re fifty meters back,” he said quietly.

“Hiding behind the building.” Before answering, Sparrow kept his eyes fixed on the mutated zombie.

Only after a moment did he press the button on his radio and reply, “Got it.

Remain in position.” He hadn’t noticed any movement from the creature, which meant it hadn’t picked up on anything unusual in its surroundings.

Gradually, its tense posture eased, suggesting it was no longer on high alert.

That, in turn, told Sparrow something important-it might not be an experienced fighter.

Instead, it gave off the impression of a creeper or ambusher, the kind that waited patiently for the perfect moment to strike.

Was that why it was targeting this shelter?

Not because it lacked other food sources, but because there were no strong fighters inside-no awakened ability users to threaten it-making the people easy prey to herd and trap?

Sparrow couldn’t be sure, but if his speculation was correct, then perhaps they still had a chance against this mutated zombie, even after its evolution.

The real problem, however, was figuring out how to engage it in a fight without letting it escape.

Should they set a trap?

And if so, what kind of trap?

Could it detect the scent of an awakened ability user… or perhaps sense danger itself?

Sparrow pondered for a long while until he saw the mutated zombie move again.

At the same time, the people who had gone out to patrol the perimeter were returning inside after confirming there were no zombies nearby.

Now that he thought about it, this place was surprisingly calm, almost too calm.

On his way here, he’d noticed how few zombies there were in the area.

Even Vulture and the others had managed to reach him within an hour while keeping their movements tightly controlled and making almost no noise.

That had only been possible because of the unusually sparse zombie presence.

It wasn’t that Sparrow had simply grown accustomed to the overwhelming hordes in City B.

Even if this place was called a town, it was a promising, fast-developing area on its way to becoming a city, which meant it should have had at least a few million residents and businesspeople.

So where were the millions of zombies?

Was this mutated zombie keeping them at bay?

After all, this wasn’t his first time encountering a mutated zombie.

He already knew that high-level ones could control lower-level zombies.

So was that the case here?

If so, where was it hiding the rest of the zombie population?

And why was it keeping them at bay?

Was it to prevent them from touching the people it had marked as its own food source?

The more Sparrow thought about it, the more he realized that the situation in Maple Leaf Town wasn’t as simple as it seemed.  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS GoddessKM Please ADD <MY 100th REBIRTH A DAY BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE> to your LIBRARY to be notified when the update is posted.

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