My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 135

"What took you so long?" Vulture’s tone carried a hint of playful reprimand, though his eyes betrayed his relief at seeing his close friend return unharmed. Sparrow’s arrival conveniently coincided with their dinner, prompting Vulture, Bald Eagle, and the others to eagerly assist him in setting down the items he had carried like a mule.

Vulture gently urged Sparrow to take a seat in one of the chairs before dashing back to fetch a bowl of beef stew and bread for him. It was evident to all that Sparrow was trembling from both the cold and hunger after his relentless journey to reach them, and they recognized that he was exhausted and in need of rest.

Vulture and Bald Eagle worked in tandem to move the charcoal stove closer to Sparrow, ensuring he could warm up. Clyde and his group were astonished, having no idea where Vulture and his team had obtained the stove and amassed so many supplies.

Seeing Sparrow bring out such a substantial haul single-handedly made Clyde’s group realize that each member of their team was likely acting as a pack mule, carrying as many supplies as possible while traveling on foot.

As Clyde and his group pondered the situation, a nagging feeling of uncertainty crept in. Despite the distance, they should have noticed Kisha and her team carrying such a significant amount of supplies into the bank. However, lacking an explanation, they chose to set aside their suspicions and concentrate on their meal instead.

Kisha and Duke refrained from pressing Sparrow with questions, allowing him to eat slowly. The others helped him warm up, noticing his hands and lips had turned so pale they were nearly purple, and his fingertips were already numb and shriveled from the cold.

Kisha’s nose wrinkled as her expression grew increasingly grave. "Why didn’t you say you were injured?" she asked, her voice cold and tinged with clear anger.

Everyone turned to look at Kisha with puzzled expressions, then realized she was addressing Sparrow, who had just arrived. Vulture’s head snapped to the side, his eyes accusatory as he looked at Sparrow. Kisha didn’t wait long before she called out for Vulture to pass the blue vial of liquid to Sparrow, instructing him to drink it immediately.

She could smell blood in the air, indicating a severe injury. Coupled with being soaked in the abnormal rain for too long, Sparrow was likely suffering from severe infection, with the virus attacking not only his immune system but his energy core. She couldn’t even fathom how long Sparrow had been enduring such pain. Sparrow must have lost too much blood.

He lifted his face and looked at Kisha with an apologetic, wry smile. Despite his severe condition, his expression didn’t reveal any signs of pain. It was the same look he wore when he used his own body and blood to lure the zombies to the southeast of the western district.

Vulture was furious that Sparrow hadn’t informed them about his injury as soon as he entered the office, instead acting as if he were fine. Despite his anger, Vulture didn’t know what had happened to Sparrow. He exhaled heavily, strode over to him, uncorked the blue vial, and handed it to him. Clyde and his group were curious and concerned about Sparrow’s condition.

They had heard he was injured, and their fear was that he might turn into a zombie, just like their other friends and bodyguards who had been bitten and transformed shortly afterward.

There was no specific timeframe for when a person would turn into a zombie, as it depended on individual willpower, immunity, and the ability to combat the virus within their body. The chance of overcoming the virus was a mere 0.01%. Kisha had yet to witness anyone bitten who, instead of turning into a zombie, awakened an ability.