All Chapters of Reborn Before The Apocalypse: My Revenge Begins: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Clara paced back and forth in front of the investigation room, her arms folded tightly across her chest.It was the second day, and she still hadn't gotten anything useful out of him. She had even withheld his food, hoping hunger would make him talk, but he remained stubbornly silent. Clara dragged a hand down her face.She couldn't kill him, but keeping him alive without getting anything useful from him was becoming increasingly frustrating."System."[HOST?]"Please help me."There was a brief pause before the System responded.[PERHAPS DECEPTION WOULD WORK ON A MAN WHO IS KNOWN FOR DECEIVING OTHERS.]Clara stopped moving.She stared at the message, then frowned."What exactly does that mean?"[NEVER PLAY FAIR IN A GAME WHERE OTHERS CHEAT OPENLY.]Clara read the message again before slowly lowering her arms.Before she could ask another question, a piercing scream echoed through the corridor. Clara's head snapped toward the door. Another scream followed, louder this time.She imm

Chapter 134Clara's fingers tightened around the edge of the table as she considered Derek's revelation. Fuel and medicine were valuable resources in the apocalypse, but people? What could Victor possibly need them for?She pushed the thought aside and looked at Derek. "Where exactly is this depot?"Derek leaned back against the wall. "Relax, Clara. You can't expect me to give you everything at once."Her jaw tightened. "What do you mean?""For every piece of information I give you, you have to show me that you're serious about keeping your promise."Clara stared at him, irritated by the way he was acting as though he had the upper hand."What do you want now?" she asked, keeping her voice level.Derek rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It's been a long time since I had eggs or beef. I wouldn't mind having either one."Clara blinked at him. "Are you kidding me?"A small smile spread across Derek's face. "Tell me what you think, and I'll give you the location."She almost laughed at his a

"We don't have time to waste," Marcus said, drawing Clara's attention back to the warehouse. "We should take whatever is useful and get out of here."Clara glanced at the crates before nodding. The men immediately began sorting through the supplies, setting aside ammunition, medical equipment, food and anything else they could safely transport. Clara joined them, carefully moving several boxes into her Vault whenever no one was watching.She prioritised the ammunition and medicine, knowing how difficult they would be to replace. She also stored some canned food and other essentials, leaving the rest for the men to load into the vehicles. After several minutes, Marcus looked around at the remaining supplies."That's enough. We need to leave."He turned toward the men, who quickly secured the last few crates before gathering near the entrance."Ready?" Marcus asked.Everyone nodded.Marcus stepped outside first, his weapon raised as he scanned the surroundings. Darkness had settled

"How many?" Marcus asked the man who had reported the infected.“There are about ten on the street. I saw more approaching from the other direction, but I couldn't get a clear count.”Marcus glanced at the others. "Secure every entrance. Make sure the doors and windows are locked. Nobody makes any move without my order."The men immediately moved to carry out his instructions.Clara approached the window and carefully looked through a narrow gap in the curtains. Several infected wandered between the abandoned vehicles, their movements slow and unsteady. One stumbled against a parked car, scraping its hands against the metal as it struggled to regain its balance.A faint groan drifted from somewhere down the street."Our noise attracted them," Clara said, stepping away from the window."We can't stay here for long," Marcus replied. "More will keep coming if they hear us.""We need another exit."Marcus turned toward the elderly couple, who were still standing near the staircase. Th

The night passed slowly, and Clara barely slept. Every unfamiliar sound made her reach for the weapon beside her. Marcus and the others took turns keeping watch, but none of them managed to get proper rest. By the time morning came, Clara's eyes were heavy, and her body ached from spending the night on an old sofa. Marcus noticed her rubbing her temples as they prepared to leave. "Are you alright?" he asked. "I'm fine." He gave her a doubtful look but didn't argue. Instead, he checked that everyone was ready before leading them out. "We should get moving," Marcus said as he closed the front door behind him. Everyone climbed into the vehicles, and they set off for the station. The journey was quiet. Clara rested her head against the window, watching the deserted buildings pass by as her eyelids grew heavier. She kept forcing herself to stay awake, reminding herself that there was still too much to do and that she couldn't afford to waste time sleeping. When they f