My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 422

Just when it seemed like her fate was sealed, she was fortuitously discovered and rescued by her own team.

They had been anxiously searching for her after she and her group failed to return from their patrol outside the safety of their territory.

Her luck had turned, and in a twist of fate, she found herself back in the company of her allies, ready to regroup and seek vengeance for the chaos that had unfolded.

When the woman regained consciousness, fueled by sheer will, she mustered her remaining strength to fabricate a lie.

This was her way of assuaging her hatred and ensuring that Sparrow would face consequences.

In her mind, if Sparrow hadn’t provoked her, she wouldn’t have ambushed him and his team, leading to the horrific encounter with the deadly bees that claimed her entire crew.

Redirecting all blame to Sparrow and his team, she provided their descriptions to the shelter leader, a righteous and protective figure who, without question, accepted her account despite its many inconsistencies.

And that’s how they found themselves in this predicament.

The opposing leader, a former underworld boss accustomed to brawls and skirmishes, had barred Sparrow and his team from leaving Port City.

With many people now looking to him for protection, he considered them his own.

Any harm inflicted upon his people was viewed as a direct challenge to his authority, one he would not take lightly.

So now, back to the present...

After observing Sparrow’s trucks traveling along the routes specified by the woman they had recently rescued from the brink of death, the shelter leader of Port City quickly took action.

With unwavering resolve, he and his formidable team of gangs and former mafia members positioned themselves to block Sparrow’s path as they exited the Eastern Part, determined to prevent their passage.

The leader and his men were acutely aware of the dangers lurking on the Eastern side of Port City.

That area had once been their refuge until a stormy night unleashed a relentless wave of infected, overwhelming their defenses and turning their sanctuary into a nightmarish battleground.

The memories of that chaotic night still haunted them, as the zombies had surged forward like a ravenous pack of wolves, leaving destruction in their wake.

Knowing the dangers that lurked on the Eastern side, the shelter leader understood that Sparrow’s return to that part of their territory meant one of two things: either Sparrow was trying to devise a way to navigate past the zombies trapped within the Eastern Warehouse, or they had successfully acquired the supplies stored there.

If it was the latter, the leader felt justified in his instincts to reclaim what rightfully belonged to his people.

After all, those supplies were not merely goods; they represented hope and survival for his community.

When they halted Sparrow and his team from leaving, their eyes sparkled with eager anticipation.

They fixated on Sparrow’s truck, eager to uncover the extent of the supplies he and his group had managed to gather.

The prospect of valuable resources ignited their curiosity and excitement, fueling their determination to inspect the contents without delay.

After all, the woman, the sole survivor of her team, had claimed that she and her group were drawn to the forest by the tantalizing aroma of cooked meat wafting through the air before they were mercilessly slaughtered by the gigantic bees.

She cleverly concealed her actions, framing them as an innocent mistake for venturing into that part of the city, while allowing her team to meet such a tragic fate.