My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 99

After eliminating the four individuals accountable for Mrs. Winters’s death, he finds that it fails to satisfy his thirst for vengeance. Perhaps only by extinguishing the entire Coltons will his rage finally dissipate, and only then might his heart find peace, assured that there will be no further threats looming over them.

With a heavy heart, he gathered their belongings, meticulously checking for communicators and other useful equipment. Sure enough, they indeed possessed a communicator, albeit damaged. He couldn’t ascertain whether it was intentionally sabotaged or if the damage occurred prior to or during the altercation. Unfortunately, without a technician among them, resolving the mystery seemed an impossibility.

After collecting the belongings of their enemies, Sparrow descended from the 7th floor to where his teams were still mourning the loss of Mrs. Winters. However, during his descent, he noticed something peculiar, compelling him to detour to the opposite side where Duke and the others were located. There, he left the loot before returning to the bridge to conduct further investigation.

After Mrs. Winters’s tragic fall from the bridge, a profound stillness settled over the group. Gripped by grief, they remained rooted to their spot, focused on consoling the Patriarch and Mr. Winters. Meanwhile, the other guards, though tearful, maintained their posts, honoring Mrs. Winters’s memory with their steadfast defense.

To them, she was more than just their master’s mother; she was the epitome of kindness, a maternal figure who provided not only shelter but also a sense of belonging and familial love they had never known.

They hesitated to cross the bridge in the aftermath of Mrs. Winters’s fall, still grappling with the shock and grief of the event. Meanwhile, relentless zombie attacks persisted, compounding their unease. Some had already depleted their ammunition and spare rounds, leaving them with no choice but to rely solely on cold weapons for defense.

Rather than retreating, they channeled their anger and grief into relentless attacks against the oncoming zombies. Each strike served as a release for their pent-up emotions, and it was evident to any observer that the zombies had become mere punching bags for their collective frustration.

Sympathy seemed to be reserved not for the relentless attackers, but for the hapless zombies caught in their path.

Observing the collective unrest among the group, Sparrow assumed the responsibility of investigating the incident. Sprinting to the middle of the bridge, he examined the crack closely. Though present, it appeared insufficient to cause the entire structure to collapse. Additionally, he noticed bloodstains on the bridge’s surface, likely remnants from either the fallen guard or Mrs.

Winters, prompting further inquiry into the tragic events that had unfolded.

However, the true cause of concern lay with the vines he spotted dangling from the bridge. Sparrow crouched down at the bridge’s edge, gripping the rope still tied to the railings for support as he leaned over to inspect further.

"SHE’S ALIVE!!!" Sparrow’s shout pierced through everyone’s eardrums, causing them to momentarily jerk in surprise. In an instant, Mr. Winters and the Patriarch ceased their tears and rushed over to the edge of the railing, following Sparrow’s gaze.

Without Sparrow’s ’Hawk Eyesight’ gift, he wouldn’t have discerned the subtle rise and fall of Mrs. Winters’s chest from their considerable distance. Suspended about 10 meters below, she was entwined in thick green vines, each as robust as an adult’s arm.

Unconscious, blood trickled from a graze on her forehead, though from Sparrow’s vantage point, it appeared more severe due to the blood’s dramatic effect.