My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 127

Just as Sparrow had anticipated, the Coltons made their way to the garage, oblivious to the trap awaiting them. As they crowded around the first armored car and opened its door, an explosion ripped through the air, reducing the unfortunate soul who triggered it to nothing but pulp.

In a chain reaction, the other cars detonated one by one, ensnaring those seeking escape in a deadly dance of fire and metal.

Only a scant few who had been fighting at the very back remained alive. However, the force of the explosion had torn another hole in their defenses, allowing the ravenous horde of zombies to encircle them from all sides, leaving them besieged and utterly overwhelmed.

With nowhere to run, they were consumed by the ravenous horde, their desperate screams drowned out by the cacophony of zombie roars. The only remnants of the Coltons’ camp were dark wisps of smoke rising from the ruins, where half of the building had been devoured by explosions. The scene was grisly, with limbs scattered almost everywhere, torn apart by the blasts and the onslaught of zombies.

This was the grim fate of what had befallen the other two remaining camps, stealthily rigged by Sparrow with explosives just like the one now facing him.

Sparrow patiently waited for the last of the Coltons’ men to fall to the zombie horde’s onslaught, ensuring no one managed to escape. After confirming the absence of survivors, he let out a sigh of relief. He then proceeded to check the other two camps, ensuring they too had been overrun without any survivors.

Finally, satisfied with the outcome, he made his way back to Kisha and his master to report the success of their retaliation.

Realizing he had finally avenged his fallen brothers who suffered at the hands of the Coltons, tears welled in Sparrow’s eyes, blurring his vision. He paused for a moment, allowing his emotions to flow freely. The memories of his brothers’ suffering and the grim fate they endured haunted him, reminiscent of the horrors he and Vulture had witnessed in City A’s west district.

The sorry state of those they failed to save lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the atrocities committed by their enemies.

Sparrow wept like a child, his tears a testament to the pain and loss of those lost souls. Through his tears, he murmured softly, repeating the solemn vow, "Brothers, your deaths have been avenged."

Upon hearing the resounding echoes of the distant explosion, Kisha sensed that Sparrow had executed his mission flawlessly. A wave of relief washed over her, loosening the tension in her muscles and calming her mind.

Glancing at Duke, she noticed his solemn expression, perhaps reflecting on the closure brought by avenging his fallen subordinate, granting them peace after the injustice of their deaths.

Kisha sensed Duke’s sorrow, but she was unsure of how to comfort him. Nevertheless, she chose to stand by his side, silently offering her support as she held his hand. She felt a momentary flinch in his grip before he clasped her hand tightly as if seeking solace in her presence. Together, they stood in silence, their gaze directed towards the sky above.

Kisha observed a hint of sadness in Duke’s reddened eyes, his lips pressed together in a contemplative manner as he released a long, heavy sigh.