My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 831

Chapter 831: Chapter 831 Planning

Inside the convenience store, after clearing out the remaining zombies, Evelyn invited Jason and the others to sit down and take a break, urging them to hydrate. Rose and Fred, both formerly part of public safety, began discussing the safest route to take with the least amount of risk. Clyde joined in, pointing to the map and indicating the location of the car dealership he had mentioned earlier.

"Brother Fred, this main road has at least four to seven car dealerships from different brands," Clyde explained, pointing to a spot on the map. "The Jeep Gladiator dealership is somewhere in the middle. See this road behind the buildings? It’s used by delivery trucks bringing in new stock. It’s wide enough, but the issue is that there was only one entry and exit point, so I’m not sure how safe or accessible it is."

He traced the route with his finger, outlining the layout. The building they were planning to visit was part of a larger commercial complex managed by a single company. The car dealerships were all tenants, renting space from the same management.

"Each dealership has its own showroom and warehouse space at the back for new arrivals, but the entire complex is enclosed by one perimeter wall. There aren’t any roads dividing them," Clyde continued. "They’re all connected, which is intentional. These are luxury car brands, and the layout is part of their marketing strategy. Buyers can easily compare models from different brands side by side without having to go to separate locations."

He glanced at Fred. "Since all these brands have strong reputations and their own loyal collectors, they don’t see each other as threats. Instead, the setup benefits everyone—especially high-profile clients who value convenience. So far, it’s been working well. Everything’s been organized efficiently."

Clyde only found out about this setup when he accompanied his father once to buy a Lamborghini. At the time, he had been just as baffled by the arrangement—why would all these competing brands choose to rent spaces under the same management, instead of building their own standalone dealerships? It would have made more sense to have separate buildings with direct access roads, especially so deliveries to the warehouses in the back could avoid using the same entry and exit points as everyone else.

He couldn’t understand the logic behind it—until he asked one of the sales assistants, who simply shrugged and said, "Every time one of our neighboring competitors gets a new batch of cars delivered, it lights a fire under us. It pushes our sales team to work harder."

Apparently, the pressure from close competition kept the staff sharp and motivated. Jealousy might be unpleasant, but it was also a powerful motivator—and in this case, it helped them sell more, just to avoid being left behind.

Thanks to this bit of knowledge, Clyde was able to point out a key detail everyone needed to know. The back of the building had only one entry and one exit, while approaching from the front meant going through the main road—which was already clogged with traffic and swarming with people who had abandoned their vehicles and turned into zombies.

If they tried going through the front, not only would their movement be slower, but they’d also risk getting trapped. The terrain there wasn’t ideal for combat, making it extremely dangerous. That left them with only one real option: to approach from the back road.

However, even that route came with its own risks. They had to be extremely cautious not to alert the zombies on the main road. If the undead noticed them and swarmed from both ends of the back road, they’d be trapped with no way out—doomed to either be cornered inside the building or overrun outside.

No matter how they looked at it, it was a high-risk mission. But if they pulled it off—if they could get to the vehicles in the dealership without drawing attention—they could make a clean escape through the back road. The key was silence and speed. One wrong move, and the whole operation could fall apart.

Rose wore a deeply conflicted expression as she glanced at Clyde. "Do we really have to go that far? And do we really need to find that specific Jeep Gladiator just to give these people a ride home?" she asked, exasperated. "We could’ve just grabbed any car off the road, hijacked it, and it would’ve worked just fine."

She gestured around and pointed at a random vehicle nearby—unfortunately, it had a shattered window and a flat tire. She tried again, pointing to another one, but it was smashed into the car beside it, its front end crumpled beyond use. Her frustration only grew more obvious.

He gestured toward a charred husk nearby. "Some even exploded—probably from punctured fuel tanks igniting in the mess. So yeah, finding a working car out here is like looking for a needle in a haystack." freёwebnoѵel.com

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