My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 343

On Sparrow’s end, once outside the wall, he wasted no time. He drove straight ahead, bulldozing through the abandoned vehicles blocking the path, much like he had done before when navigating the highway jammed with cars. With his experience, he knew exactly where to hit, clearing the way efficiently.

Even without the assistance of the Scarlet Bees, Sparrow skillfully managed to clear the path for the convoy of trucks following behind him, demonstrating his ability to forge ahead and keep things moving smoothly.

However, as Sparrow and his team reached the eastern outskirts of City B, they encountered a group of survivors desperately fighting off zombies while trying to flee. Both groups briefly locked eyes, but Sparrow didn’t so much as slow down.

Despite hearing their frantic pleas for help, he knew stopping would only worsen the situation—their raised voices were drawing even more zombies. Sparrow, focused on his mission, was under strict orders to complete it at all costs. Stopping now would jeopardize everything, and he couldn’t afford any delays. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Sparrow wasn’t the type to be swayed by moral dilemmas. The cries and desperate pleas for help barely registered with him. Stopping the truck to assist them was out of the question—there was no room for more survivors, and risking his men’s lives for something outside their mission wasn’t an option.

His focus was clear: complete the mission and keep his team safe, no matter the cost. Compassion would have to take a backseat to survival.

It might seem harsh, but Sparrow knew better than to play the hero in this situation. His priority was to ensure the safety of himself and his team. With their own survival at stake, he couldn’t afford to jeopardize their mission by diverting resources or risking their safety for unknown individuals.

Until he could guarantee their own security, extending help to others was a luxury he couldn’t afford. After all, he had no way of knowing whether these new survivors were friend or foe.

If there was one lesson Sparrow had learned from Kisha, it was not to trust anyone blindly and to stay vigilant. Despite the pitiful state of the survivors, he couldn’t afford to stop the truck. However, showing a flicker of compassion, he signaled one of the ’Space Type Ability Users’ to hand over a bag stamina booster.

He tossed it to the man who appeared to be in charge, then pointed him in the direction they had come from, suggesting that they might find the base if they followed that route.

Sparrow didn’t need to explain himself further; it was clear that these survivors were trying to reach the base, and while he wouldn’t obstruct their path, he also couldn’t assist them. They needed to navigate this challenge on their own. If they were fortunate enough to be rescued by the base’s warriors, that would be their luck.

Otherwise, Sparrow had already emotionally detached himself from the situation, focusing solely on his mission.

That’s the reality of leadership. With the rumbling of their truck, Sparrow and his team managed to divert half of the zombies’ attention toward them, providing the running survivors a crucial opportunity to regroup. The stamina booster Sparrow had given them offered a much-needed boost, allowing them to continue their flight with renewed energy and without interruption.

Despite not being rescued, the survivors were deeply grateful for Sparrow’s simple act of kindness. They appreciated that, even though he didn’t stop to save them, he extended some help by providing a stamina booster.