My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 187

As they walked away from the blazing zombie carcasses, a thought flashed through Vulture’s mind. Previously, he hadn’t paid much attention to the events that had gradually unfolded since they left City A to get to their base. From there, they journeyed to City B to track down their master’s family and eventually rescue them.

"Do you think one of us might be a jinx?" Vulture asked incredulously. He had noticed that not a day passed without them encountering some form of danger or problem. Dealing with zombies was one thing, but recently, they had faced more traitors, were hunted by creepy zombie hordes, and now even evolved zombies.

"Are you talking about yourself?" Sparrow snorted, looking Vulture up and down. Now that Vulture had mentioned it, Sparrow really did think he might be the jinx. "If you ask me, I’m quite lucky and often stumble upon good opportunities, so it’s highly likely it’s you." Sparrow didn’t spare Vulture’s feelings at all.

"Why is it me?!" Vulture exclaimed, his eyes widening with anger.

"What? Are you suggesting it’s either Master or Young Madam?" Sparrow teased, a playful smirk on his face. Vulture found himself tongue-tied, unable to respond. He had no choice but to accept Sparrow’s insinuation that he was the jinx of their group.

What started as a casual remark now felt like a genuine curse, making Vulture believe that the gods were indeed targeting them, complicating their already challenging lives.

The two exchanged a few more playful barbs as they walked back. They traveled on foot for quite a distance before eventually getting back on the truck. As they neared the shelter, Kisha instructed Sparrow to stop in a secluded spot. She knew there was something they needed to take care of before re-entering the shelter.

"Before we go back to the shelter, there’s something we must do," Kisha stated, looking around at the faces of her companions. Despite their haggard and dirty appearances, they all seemed fine. None of them had slimmed down or appeared pitifully troubled, indicating they had endured their time outside fairly well.

Even though they had lost two members of their group, their appearance suggested they had fared well, leaving no room for excuses about their time outside.

"What must we do?" Aston asked, voicing the question on everyone’s mind.

"Look at yourselves," Kisha replied, her expression indifferent.

"W-we look fine," Reeve responded a hint of doubt in his voice. He couldn’t pinpoint anything wrong, but a sense of nervousness crept in.

"Exactly, that’s the problem," Kisha said, pointing at each of them. They all looked confused, not grasping what she was insinuating. Seeing their puzzled expressions, Kisha decided to spell it out. "The issue is that you all look fine. Are they as strong as us?" she directed the question to one of Aston’s members.

"No," he answered.