My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 350

After giving his orders, Sparrow crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the truck. His gaze lingered on Rose in the distance, and he sighed heavily, lamenting the loss of such a skilled soldier so soon after leaving the city.

"Captain Sparrow!" one of the men crouched beside Rose shouted in panic, instantly catching Sparrow’s attention. A wave of dread washed over him, and as he took a heavy step forward, it felt as if lead was weighing down his limbs.

Even from a distance, Sparrow could see Rose’s body convulsing violently on the ground. Her team, panicked, was shouting and struggling to hold her down. They understood what was coming next. Two of them were desperately pressing her stomach and feet to prevent her from thrashing about on the hard ground and potentially injuring herself or hitting her head on something sharp.

Everyone watching could only sob.

’These grown-ass men are crying like kids’

"No... No... No! Captain!" they chanted desperately, their voices tinged with fear as they tried to restrain her. Despite their frantic efforts, no one could bring themselves to deliver the fatal blow to her head as they watched her transformation unfold.

One of the men holding her legs accidentally brushed against her bare skin in the chaos. He clamped his hands down, feeling the coldness of her skin, but his focus was too scattered to process the unsettling sensation.

He felt an unsettling coldness, as if he were touching a corpse, causing him to stiffen involuntarily. Glancing back at Rose, he saw that despite the efforts of three grown men holding her down, they were being overpowered by her convulsions. Another man rushed to assist, trying to keep her restrained until Sparrow finally reached the scene.

Sparrow’s expression was a mix of helplessness and concern as he watched the scene unfold. He could do nothing to assist, as everyone was already occupied restraining Rose. The air was filled with her frantic screams, and her eyes, rolled back, revealed only the whites turning a disturbing shade of red.

The veins in her eyes seemed to writhe and swell, threatening to burst with every agonizing moment.

Unable to endure Rose’s agonizing, beastly screams any longer, one of the men swiftly retrieved a towel from his beltbag. As Rose let out another guttural cry with her mouth wide open, he quickly placed the towel over her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue or anyone else.

He then securely tied each end of the towel to ensure it stayed in place, effectively silencing her and preventing any further harm.

Sparrow understood that, despite his desire to help, there was little he could do in this situation. He could only watch somberly as six men struggled to restrain Rose, who writhed in apparent agony. The sight of her in such pain, with everyone working desperately to keep her from thrashing, weighed heavily on him.

Black blood seeped through the bandage on her arm, evidence of the virus slowly destroying her cells. The dark coloration signified the infection’s advance, and the excessive strain Rose was putting on her body had reopened her wound, causing it to bleed profusely.

The team responsible for preparing lunch stood stiff and distracted, their minds struggling to distance themselves from the unfolding crisis. Despite their best efforts to focus on their tasks, the harrowing situation weighed heavily on them.

They couldn’t shake the unsettling realization of their own vulnerability, imagining themselves in Rose’s place. The possibility of facing a similar fate loomed large, especially for those who had not yet awakened, leaving them feeling exposed and hopeless.