My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 126

Upon gathering the necessary information, Sparrow cast a disdainful glance at the man who had readily betrayed his own people to save himself. The man shrank under Sparrow’s gaze, feeling the weight of his impending fate as cold sweat trickled down his back. He sensed Sparrow’s intent, a prelude to something ominous.

"You promised to spare me if I talked!" the man protested, his voice tinged with desperation as he began to back away. Sparrow, however, allowed no opportunity for escape. With a swift gesture, he conjured a razor-sharp wind blade aimed directly at the man’s head.

The man’s eyes widened in horror as he felt the sudden surge of wind pressure, but before he could react, his head was cleanly severed from his neck. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in shock, in the moment before his demise.

Sparrow harbored no sympathy for the man; one who could so readily betray his own people did not warrant it. He shifted his attention back to the map he had just acquired, meticulously noting each location he needed to remember. With a cold resolve, he murmured, "A man like you will never find a place in this world. You are the true danger."

Sparrow delivered a swift kick to the man’s head, sending it tumbling like a soccer ball before hurling his body off the building toward where the zombies were gathered. As the body hit the ground, the ravenous undead descended upon it, tearing into flesh with savage hunger. Sparrow watched indifferently, then scoffed before vanishing from his position like the wind.

Guided by the map, Sparrow executed his final mission with meticulous stealth. Just as before, he led the zombies to encircle the enemy’s camp undetected, ensuring each location was tightly surrounded before withdrawing to a safe distance. From there, he observed with grim satisfaction, eager to witness how the Coltons would confront their imminent doom.

He knew they would not emerge unscathed from this ordeal, even if they managed to survive.

Sparrow stood atop the roof, arms crossed, a wry scoff escaping his lips as he surveyed the scene before him. His belongings lay at his feet, forgotten for the moment. In the distance, the cacophony of zombie roars and growls reverberated through the air, a grim testament to their overwhelming number.

The streets below were choked with the undead, rendering them impassable to any unfortunate souls who might attempt to traverse them.

Sparrow maintained a mental countdown, poised in patient anticipation as he awaited the commencement of the impending spectacle. Meanwhile, the Coltons remained blissfully unaware of the imminent threat looming over them.

Kisha also wanted to see the show but refrained from coming because if she came, Duke would also come but, they wouldn’t be as fast as Sparrow and even if Kisha could be of help setting up the speakers and the other things using her awakened ability, Duke wouldn’t be able to help as much and they would only be on Sparrow’s way, so, they decided to just lead the main party back to a safe place while leaving this mission to Sparrow since his agility and stealth would be his strong points.

As the Coltons’ camp became encircled by zombies on all sides, the air filled with the reverberations of gunfire. Despite their awareness that loud sounds could draw more undead, they had no choice but to unleash the deafening sound of their assault rifles.

With all combatants engaged in killing wave after wave of zombies from the rooftop, they tried to clear a path for their escape and the relocation of their base. Amidst the relentless barrage of gunfire and cacophony of Zombie roars, they remained oblivious to any suspicious signs around them.