All Chapters of Reborn Before The Apocalypse: My Revenge Begins: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

She turned toward the sound and saw one of their soldiers lying on the road, clutching his side while another defender crawled toward him, dragging himself through the dust as bullets tore into the ground around them.Clara started to rise, but Marcus caught her arm."Where are you going?" he demanded."He's wounded!""And you'll be wounded too if you run out there without cover!""We can't leave him!" Clara protested, trying to pull free.Marcus looked toward the fallen soldier, his jaw tightening, before raising his rifle and firing several controlled shots at the men behind the abandoned truck. When the enemy took cover, he turned toward Clara."Now!" he shouted.Clara ran across the short distance between the barriers and dropped beside the wounded defender. Blood had soaked through his uniform, spreading across his side and staining his fingers as he struggled to hold the wound closed. His face was pale, and his breathing came in short, frightened gasps."Don't let me die," he w

The journey seemed to take forever.When they finally reached the fire station, the vehicles pulled through the gates, and Rachel came running out before the engines had even stopped.She searched the group, her eyes moving from one person to another."Where are the others?" she asked.Nobody answered immediately.Marcus stepped away from the vehicle, his face pale beneath the dust. "We lost them," he said.Her hand rose to cover her mouth. "Please help Elena with the wounded," Clara managed to say. "Some of them need immediate attention."Rachel nodded quickly, forcing herself into motion. She called for two survivors to bring a stretcher and hurried toward the first vehicle.The station erupted into activity. After a while, Clara looked toward the far end of the yard and spotted Marcus standing alone near the wall. His rifle hung loosely at his side, and his head was bowed as he stared at the ground. She slowly walked toward him. When she reached his side, she placed a hand on

Clara returned to the investigation room with Marcus, where Elena was already waiting beside the table, studying the map spread across it.“Good. We need to decide what to do about the traitor before they get another chance to hurt us,” Elena said.Marcus pulled out a chair for Clara, but she barely noticed. She sat down and stared at the table, her mind drifting back to the System's warning.“Clara?”She lifted her head.Elena watched her, one eyebrow raised. “Are you following what I'm saying?”“Yes.” Clara straightened in her chair. “Sorry. Go on.”Elena studied her for another moment before turning back to the map.“We can't search everyone's belongings without raising suspicion. Whoever did this knows what they're doing. They stole half our reserve ammunition, leaked our destination, and nearly got the entire team killed. If we start questioning everyone now, the traitor might realize we're onto them and find another way to escape.”Marcus folded his arms across his chest. “Then

Neither of them noticed Derek standing near the doorway.For a moment, he remained where he was, watching Clara and Marcus walk away. Their conversation faded beneath the noise of survivors moving through the station, but Derek barely heard any of it. He curled his fingers into his palms.He waited until Marcus left Clara before he approached her.“Clara.”She turned, her face brightening slightly when she saw him. “Hey, Derek. Is everything okay?”He rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to struggle with his words. “Not really.”Her expression softened. “What is it?”Derek glanced at Marcus before lowering his eyes. “Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't belong here.”Clara frowned. “Why would you think that?”“Everyone seems to have someone they can rely on. You have Marcus and Elena. They trust you, and you trust them.” He gave a small, humorless laugh. “But me? I'm just another survivor you picked up along the way.”Clara stared at him briefly before chuckling.“

Elena was the first to move. “Someone help me!” she shouted, dropping to her knees beside the fallen man. She pressed her fingers against his neck, searching for a pulse, then looked up at the others with wide, frightened eyes. “He's still breathing! We need to get him to the medical room now!” Her shout brought several survivors running into the corridor. Two men quickly lifted the stranger while another supported his legs, and they hurried toward the medical room with Elena following close behind, her hands trembling as she tried to keep pressure on the wound. Derek lowered his gun. Before he could take another step, Marcus grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “What the hell was that?” Marcus demanded, his face twisted with anger. “Why would you do that?” Derek's eyes widened, but he quickly pushed against Marcus's chest. “Get your hands off me!” “You shot him!” “He was stealing the Genesis Plant!” “And we had him under cont