My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 125

Seven hours ago...

After parting ways with Kisha and the rest, Sparrow, with a military backpack strapped to his back, leaped from rooftop to rooftop, focused on his mission. He gripped the backpack’s strap on his shoulder, increasing his speed. Kisha had ensured he was well-equipped, giving him an additional five vials of black liquid and ten stamina boosters.

Before he set off on his mission, Kisha cautioned him once more about the vials she had given him. She urged him not to overdose and to avoid using them consecutively whenever possible, as the side effects were still unknown.

He always made sure to follow Kisha’s instructions, knowing that her words were law, especially now that she and his master were husband and wife. From the moment he saw his master treat Kisha differently when he rescued her from those people chasing them around the city, he knew she would not be able to escape his master’s grasp and would eventually become his wife.

He didn’t have any proof before, only noticing Duke’s oddities in his actions, but now he was certain. This gave him even more reason to put extra thought and effort into the mission Kisha had entrusted to him.

Soon enough, he reached the building where the Winters were trapped before. He scanned the entire area, searching for any remaining death warriors. After making a few rounds to ensure the coast was clear, he finally sprang into action.

He began dismantling the remaining speakers that were attracting the zombies. Once finished, he changed their sequence, directing the zombies that had gathered in the center toward the west section of the western district.

This area, once home to the wealthy residents of City B, was filled with high-end luxury apartments and condos, all centered around a picturesque man-made lake and other exclusive amenities.

He cautiously maneuvered through the area, ensuring he didn’t attract any unwanted attention. It took him four hours to set the speakers in the correct sequence, carefully dealing with lookouts in specific locations to create a path for the zombies, much like he had done in the southeast part. While the plan seemed straightforward, the execution was far from easy.

He had to navigate above the zombies to reach the speakers, which were often dangerously close to the undead.

The zombies clawed at the walls, following the intermittent sounds designed to stimulate and lure them. The walls were smeared with coagulated black blood, and fragments of fingernails and flesh clung to the surface, creating a grotesque sight. Every time Sparrow approached, the stench of decay assaulted his nostrils, and he found himself only a few steps away from the horde.

Despite being perilously close to the zombies’ claws each time, he never got flustered. Perhaps he had grown used to the danger or considered the zombies as manageable as a child’s play. The individuals who had originally placed the speakers never anticipated that anyone would dare tamper with their arrangements.

They had strategically positioned the speakers to draw the zombies toward the center while also placing them in perilous locations to deter interference. Destroying them with long-range weapons like sniper rifles was feasible, but approaching them up close was a death sentence, even for those who had installed them.

Sparrow was doing an excellent job dismantling the speakers, rendering the efforts of those who had made the arrangement futile. He also didn’t forget to collect the AWMs and the lookouts’ backpacks, having learned not to let any opportunity to gather supplies slip by.

These resources, such as the assault rifles and AWMs he had previously gathered from enemies in the southeast part, had proven invaluable, and he knew they would be just as useful in the future.