My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 555

Vulture shrugged nonchalantly before replying, "It was Sparrow’s decision. Besides, we’ve already checked the quality of their meat, and it seems feasible to use them as a new food source."

He paused, letting his words sink in. "It would only be believable to others if we bring back both types of animals—the mutated ones and the normal ones. With mutated animals already beginning to emerge, it would look suspicious if we only brought back the normal ones."

His explanation carried a tone of practicality, but it did little to ease the unease rippling through the group. _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

The Winters’ men understood Vulture’s point. It was true that the survivors within their base might not question much; their lives had significantly improved, and the Supply Center was well-stocked, so, their minds would be mostly at peace and would only be thinking about how to keep this peace for as long as possible.

After all, those who had endured hell would cling tightly to the peace they had found, unwilling to return to a nightmare.

They would cherish every moment of quiet and stability in their lives.

Since Kisha had been so accommodating to the survivors, offering them a sanctuary of peace and the hope of a better future, few would willingly risk shattering it with their own actions.

However, the situation would change once they opened their gates to survivors from other shelters and bases for trade.

Outsiders were bound to scrutinize everything, and any hint of suspicion could trigger complications.

Once trading began, it wouldn’t take long for distrust to fester. In such an environment, suspicion could escalate into action, and the looming threat of territorial conflicts and power struggles between leaders and bases would inevitably come to the forefront.

The team knew that preparing for such eventualities was crucial.

After all, it was human nature to fall into such a mindset. Even with the looming threat of extinction and the constant danger posed by the zombies, many would still succumb to greed, prioritizing power and control over survival.

They wouldn’t hesitate to exploit any situation as long as it served their own interests.

And their Young Madam, with her enigmatic nature and boundless potential, along with her many secrets was like a gold mine waiting to be claimed—a temptation too great for some to resist.

As this realization sank in, the complaints gradually died down, and everyone began to reluctantly accept the mission.

However, the daunting task of capturing mutated cows still loomed over them, and they couldn’t shake the feeling that it was nearly impossible.

"What about other mutated animals, like chickens, ducks, goats, or something smaller?" someone suggested, their voice laced with a glimmer of hope.

"We’ll get to them when we find them. Let’s see what’s out there," Vulture said casually.

So far, they had only encountered the mutated cows, the mutated bees spotted by the other group, and the enormous river fish.

It seemed possible that not all animals had undergone mutation, much like humans.

However, given the growing number of mutated creatures they’d already encountered, it was safe to assume that more than half of the animal population had likely begun their evolution by now.

After wrapping up their discussion, a heavy silence settled over the group.

Finally, someone voiced the question that had been weighing on everyone’s minds. "Captain Vulture, should we search for Captain Sparrow first?"

Though their primary mission was at the forefront of their thoughts, Sparrow’s unexplained absence loomed over them like a dark cloud.

They couldn’t shake the unease creeping into their hearts. The longer Sparrow remained missing, the more their nerves stretched thin, and the uncertainty gnawed at their resolve.