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After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: The Second Day of the Apocalypse

"What did you say? She ran off?"

Renee Strong asked in disbelief.

Ivan Lawson had returned looking disheveled, bringing news that Shannon Renner had escaped on her own.

"Was she reborn or not?"

This was what Liam Grant cared about most.

If Shannon Renner was also reborn, then what about Nina Jacobs?

"I don’t know either. From the looks of it, she’s probably gone crazy."

Ivan Lawson wasn’t sure if Shannon Renner had been reborn either.

It was impossible to be certain based on that one word.

"Where did she go after getting out of the car?"

Simon Abbott’s brow furrowed. He had planned for every contingency, but he’d never expected a problem to arise with Shannon Renner.

"Don’t know. But I doubt she’s doing well. She probably went to join her son and husband in death."

Ivan Lawson suddenly realized something was wrong. "Why is Wyatt Jacobs here? Didn’t you go to Nina Jacobs’s place?"

"..."

A silence fell over the room.

"She’s gone," Liam Grant said.

He didn’t know why, but with Nina Jacobs gone, he felt a strange sense of loss.

"All this work for nothing."

Ivan Lawson cursed under his breath. It seemed the lead on Ian Chandler was completely cold now.

"Not necessarily. I think I might know where they went."

Wyatt Jacobs ate a few pieces of fruit from the platter.

’He wasn’t actually nervous. Recalling his chat with Vera Coleman and Daniel Hale, there was only one place Nina Jacobs and the others could be going.’

...

An SUV was speeding down a main road in City D.

Chelsea Walsh hadn’t slept all night, and the journey had left her unbearably tense.

Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

It was because they were hitting a zombie almost every few minutes.

Sometimes, it was even a whole group of them.

Nina Jacobs was the one driving, and she looked remarkably calm every time they hit a zombie.

It was as if she were just running over heads of cabbage.

Daniel Hale covered Vera Coleman’s eyes, holding her close and comforting her.

Meanwhile, Leo Hale was on the verge of a breakdown.

The city he had lived in for over twenty years was just... destroyed.

"No one’s alive. There’s no one left alive."

He couldn’t help it. The immense shock had filled him with overwhelming sorrow.

Ian Chandler kept a broadcast running on the official Drakonia app, afraid of missing any information.

The broadcast mentioned that a very small portion of the human population had awakened Special Abilities.

That’s how they all learned there were so many different types of Superpowers that could be awakened.

Nina Jacobs was also listening intently to the broadcast. ’In this life, Drakonia’s reaction speed was much, much faster.’

’In her past life, they didn’t hear about Superpowers until the sixth day of the zombie virus outbreak.’

’But now, it was only the second day.’

’It seemed everything was developing in a better direction.’

"The road is blocked up ahead. Ian, get out of the car with me."

Nina Jacobs slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

A dozen or so cars had crashed into each other, completely blocking the only road forward.

Probably because this was a highway meant only for vehicles, there weren’t many zombies on the road.

A few zombies were stuck between the wrecked cars, roaring at them incessantly. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"I’ll get out and help, too."

Leo Hale grabbed the axe by his feet and followed without waiting for an argument.

The brief training from the previous night came in handy. Facing the zombies that could barely even walk straight, Leo Hale copied Nina Jacobs’s movements and swung the axe down decisively.

But when he got closer to the cars and saw the ghastly human remains, anger surged within him again.

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