My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 542

One of the STAU nodded, but the simple movement made his stomach churn.

He gagged, barely stopping himself from vomiting as the wild ride took its toll.

No one said a word after that, the air thick with shared misery.

Everyone had stopped asking questions—no one felt any better than the others.

Once Vulture finally settled into the passenger seat, he let out a slow breath, the tension easing from his body.

Sparrow didn’t ask why he was there; he simply kept his focus on the road, his hands steady on the wheel as he continued to drive down the street.

Vulture let out a small chuckle, his tone light with excitement. "Partner, looks like we’re back at it. The SparV is in action again!"

He grinned, reminiscing about the old days.

Back then, he and Sparrow were always paired up for missions.

Sparrow would be behind the wheel, while Vulture sat in the passenger seat, ready to offer support when needed.

But after they reached City B’s base, things changed.

Their missions became more independent, and their paths started to diverge.

Most of the time, Sparrow was sent out due to his awakened ability and the compatibility it offered for external missions, while Vulture stayed behind, guarding the base.

Now that he had the chance to get back out, Vulture felt a surge of excitement, like an arrow finally loosed from its bow.

Sparrow could sense how much Vulture had been holding in—the frustration of being left behind as their paths diverged.

Their individual growth had started to pull them further apart.

Vulture’s opportunities for progress were limited within the base, while Sparrow’s potential had been constantly tested by the unpredictable challenges of the outside world.

Sparrow let out a teasing snort. "I hope you’re not planning on slowing me down."

The words sounded harsh, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Deep down, he was glad to be working alongside his old partner again.

After all, he and Vulture knew each other so well, their partnership a seamless blend of trust and experience.

"Ha! We’ll see who holds back who!" Vulture shot back, his eyes scanning the road and the surrounding buildings, always alert for any sign of zombies nearby.

His gaze was sharp, almost gleaming with excitement, as if this was his first taste of freedom in a long time.

Sparrow simply shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. Despite the teasing, he was genuinely happy for his partner.

While Sparrow and his team made their way up the north, Kisha, Duke, and the others were busy clearing the area outside the walls.

Fortunately, the walls were stronger than ever, reinforced with earth spikes and ice crystal spikes created by Rose.

Even with the evolving zombies slipping past the gunfire from the soldiers and the barrage of awakened abilities coming from all directions, the undead couldn’t get close.

The spikes impaled them before they even had a chance to reach the walls.

Although the zombies had grown faster and more resilient, their defenses had improved, but they hadn’t become any smarter.

They charged directly toward the wall, oblivious to the spikes.

In the end, the spikes stopped them, but Kisha and the others knew they couldn’t rely on them forever.

"Copy, Vice City Lord!" came the chorus of replies. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Duke observed as the soldiers and superhumans followed his instructions, nodding slightly when he saw their initially clumsy efforts improve with time.

He allowed himself a moment to rest, feeling his spiritual energy gradually returning to full strength.

For now, he crossed his arms over his chest, maintaining a calm yet commanding presence as he directed the team.

However, the chaos wasn’t limited to the outside. Reports soon came in of survivors within the base turning into zombies.

These were likely the ones who had been exposed to the blood rain but failed to awaken an ability, instead succumbing to the transformation into the undead.

When Bald Eagle discovered this, he learned that some survivors had tried to conceal the infected, unable to accept the horrifying truth that their loved ones had turned into zombies.

These were family members who hadn’t been bitten, and the survivors couldn’t understand how it had happened.

Grief-stricken, they could only cry in despair.

Despite their denial, they tried to hide the transformation, but it was the neighbors who lived closest to them who reported the situation to Bald Eagle’s team.

They knew the threat could escalate, and they acted quickly to prevent the incident from growing and potentially threatening the safety of the entire base.

Most people knew that concealing this was selfish and could jeopardize the entire base, but they couldn’t help it.

The transformation had come so suddenly, and the emotional turmoil of losing their loved ones made it hard for them to act rationally.

Some survivors who had been exposed to the blood rain began transforming on the first day of the Geostorm, but their families had hidden it, unwilling to face the truth.

Others had turned on the second or third day, and it was only now that Bald Eagle had become aware of the growing threat.