My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 156

As Sparrow drove down the road, the truck jolted violently, resembling a ride on a rugged mountain path due to the sheer number of zombies littering the way. Sparrow mercilessly rammed through the undead, indifferent to whether they were crushed beneath the truck or sent flying into the air.

Despite the obstacles, he maintained a steady speed, navigating through the southern part of the western district and then moving counterclockwise until they reached all four of the Colton camps, now overrun by zombies.

Since Kisha wasn’t assisting Sparrow with navigation, as the scarlet bees were busy gathering crystal cores from the zombies run over by the truck, Sparrow found the journey challenging but manageable.

His experience navigating the streets came in handy, and he used his ’Hawk Eye’ ability to scout each street ahead for signs of zombie hordes, allowing him to choose safer routes and keep the truck moving forward. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

This method was somewhat straining for Sparrow, but it served as valuable training. They knew they couldn’t always rely on Kisha or her scarlet bees and needed to be prepared for missions without their young madam.

From Kisha’s perspective, this approach was longer and more uncomfortable. Unlike traveling on foot, which didn’t attract nearby zombies and allowed them to navigate and change routes easily based on the situation, using the truck was less efficient and more cumbersome.

Kisha and Duke remained quiet as they traversed the streets. With the truck at their disposal, they reached the outer layer of the southern part of the western district. This area was where Sparrow had encountered those indecent men, an experience that still haunted his dreams like a nightmare.

It wasn’t just what he witnessed that bothered him; over the years, the team’s assumption that Duke, who showed no interest in women, might be attracted to men had put them on guard, wary of becoming appealing to their master. This mindset, combined with witnessing something similar, had traumatized Sparrow.

Every time he woke from these nightmares, he felt phantom aches on his rear and was drenched in cold sweat.

Even though their misunderstanding about their master’s preferences had been resolved, the mental strain they had endured wasn’t going to disappear overnight. Being back in the place where Sparrow had witnessed such disturbing deeds made him shiver unconsciously. Noticing this reaction, Vulture looked at him with concern.

"Dude, are you alright, or are you coming down with the flu?" he asked innocently.

"Are you nuts? I’ve already awakened; do you think I’d get the flu?" Sparrow snapped back defensively, as if Vulture had struck a nerve.

"Dude, you only awakened, not turned immortal. You can still get a fever or other illnesses," Vulture replied, his lips forming a pout as he felt wronged. He had only asked out of genuine concern for his partner, hoping to help if something was wrong, but instead, he found himself on the receiving end of Sparrow’s sharp retort. He couldn’t understand why Sparrow was so sentimental at this point.

Their playful banter soon made Sparrow forget about the unsettling memories, allowing his body to relax a bit. They continued their lively exchange to stave off boredom, their voices mingling with the truck’s hum. The others in the back could barely make out their conversation over the cacophony of zombie roars and the loud thuds as the truck rammed through the undead.

The soldiers accompanying Aston felt their skin crawl from the horrifying sounds the zombies emitted and the stench that permeated the air. The rotting smell was so overwhelming that they felt nauseous the entire way to the southern part. Despite stuffing their noses with anything they could find, the foul odor clung to their skin, making it unbearable.

Kisha and her team were accustomed to the odor, particularly Kisha, who had endured it countless times before. The current smell, though unpleasant, was not as severe as what she had experienced as Earth slowly died, the air thick with gloom and the scent of decay. The stench of rotting flesh permeated everywhere, enough to induce severe headaches due to its overwhelming nature.

The water sources, such as lakes and ponds, had turned murky black, and non-mutated plants had withered away. Consequently, the air on Earth was thinning as trees and plants, vital for processing carbon dioxide into oxygen, dwindled. While a few resilient trees and plants struggled to survive, they were rare treasures in a dying landscape.

However, due to the scarcity of water and the deteriorating land, even they were slowly succumbing. The only solution seemed to lie with Earth and water-type ability users, who could nurture these remaining plants and trees within protected zones they have created.