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My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse

Kisha Aldens is a normal office worker with average earnings, not until she suddenly sees a system countdown in front of her. Her mind suddenly received a prompt warning about the apocalypse and urged her to integrate with the system to assist her with her survival. "Have I overworked myself again?" She thought while pinching the bridge of her nose. She blinked a few more times but the system interface is still there. Little did she know that this system would be her last lifeline in the upcoming apocalypse where human morals would be the lowest, trust is only a word and betrayal could happen in the blink of an eye. A naive person like her had to learn her lesson the hard way on how to survive and navigate in the zombie-infested world. And the worst part, she had to die 99 times to harden her heart and learn how to read the human heart. How will her 100th time be different from the previous lives, will she survive this time? And will survival be her only problem in the heart of the Apocalypse? No, there was a deeper scheme in play which she has to uncover moving forward.

GoddessKM · Fantasy
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208 Chs

Chapter 83 Sparrow's Side

In the western district, Sparrow arrived at the location where he had encountered the two men and discovered the map. This map had been instrumental in helping him locate crucial lookout points and served as a valuable clue in finding the hideout.

Since no lookout was stationed in that specified place, no one was able to stop him from advancing further and notifying the others. In order to keep baiting the zombies in the dark, he kept a steady pace along with the continuous way on hurting himself in the forearm. By now, his forearm was covered by deep and long cuts that was overlapping each other.

The thick scent of blood enveloped Sparrow, drawing the attention of the zombies and exciting them to the point where they refused to let him out of their sight. As he progressed, he unwittingly attracted even more zombies, who were not only enticed by the scent of blood but also by the commotion created by their fellow zombies on Sparrow's tail.