My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 382

When they saw Sparrow’s truck hurtling forward at top speed, panic rippled through the guards. They scrambled to contact the gatekeeper, urgently ordering the gates to be opened.

Meanwhile, someone atop the wall frantically waved their hands, desperately trying to get Sparrow’s attention to slow down.

It was only when Sparrow noticed the soldiers atop the wall signaling for him to slow down that his fear-stricken heart began to calm. He quickly grabbed the radio and contacted the other trucks, relaying the message.

"Slow down, the soldiers are opening the gate for us," Sparrow said, his voice hoarse and strained. The worry in his tone was unmistakable, but there was also a sense of relief.

Seeing someone alive inside the base had eased his fears, and the rest of the drivers, equally anxious, silently followed suit, slowing down and trailing behind Sparrow’s truck.

With their fears somewhat pacified, they finally had a moment to take in the full aftermath of the battle.

Fires still burned in some areas along the road, and charred zombie corpses littered the ground in a scene both horrifying and nauseating.

The overwhelming stench made their stomachs churn, but they clenched their teeth, struggling to keep from retching as they drove through the devastation.

"What could have happened here?!"

"Do you think there was another zombie raid, like the one last week?!"

"T-then, do you think the base was breached?!"

Everyone began to speculate about what had happened, glancing uneasily at their surroundings as the truck quietly approached the gate.

The snipers stationed in the watchtowers were on high alert, ready to take out any zombies drawn out of the city by the rumble of the truck’s engine.

Sparrow’s team, both superhumans and regular members, didn’t need to lift a finger. The snipers handled any approaching threats.

But even if they had to fight, their minds were too distracted to focus. Worries about their families’ safety and the fate of their only remaining home consumed them, leaving them unable to muster the will to engage.

Their minds swirled with unsettling thoughts, none of them good. In the apocalypse, they had learned to always expect the worst, as every hardship shattered any glimpse of hope or happiness.

When Kisha and the others had finally provided them with a place to feel safe, those fears had receded for a time.

But now, as the looming uncertainty resurfaced, the ugly weight of fear began creeping back into their hearts, threatening to consume them once more.

As they sat huddled in the truck, waiting anxiously for the gate to open, everyone’s heart was caught in their throat, gripped by fear.

They had no idea what awaited them beyond the wall. Memories of the devastation from the first zombie raid resurfaced, and the gnawing feeling of dread settled in, as if an invisible force was slowly eating away at their hearts.

They didn’t even realize they were holding their breath, paralyzed by fear. The tension was palpable, each second stretched out as the gate slowly creaked open, its metallic creaking adding to the suspense that filled the air.

Creak...

Screetch...

Engggg...

As soon as Sparrow spotted the gate inching open, he accelerated, determined to get through before it fully opened.

With impeccable timing, he maneuvered the truck into the narrow gap, just barely fitting it through.

However, the moment he crossed the threshold, he was taken aback by the sight before him—a line of survivors waiting to greet them, as if they were heroes returning from a battle against a demon lord.