My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Mountain Road

Kisha went straight to the hidden bunker, she had no problem since the place was left open, she stored the remaining firearms in her inventory and made a quick beeline to the farm equipment that the bees saw nearby.

There's a complete tractor, pruner, and many other of large farm equipment. She knew that all of these would be very useful on her own farm and orchard.

"Master, the whole farm is deserted, and no zombies are roaming around, do we continue to patrol the area?" Bell communicated with Kisha through their master/subordinate connection.

"Yes, continue. We also have to test how long we can continue the connection with the regular bees." As if Kisha remembered something and she added. "How's your newborn?"

Bell's antenna wiggled excitedly as she reported to her master, "Master, I've given birth to 100 healthy scarlet bees! Once they mature and start producing honey, I'll share it with you."

Kisha chuckled warmly as she congratulated Bell. "Well done! You've certainly worked hard."

"No, Master! It wasn't!" Bell replied, thrilled that her master was concerned for her. Eagerly, she communicated with the regular bees on patrol to search for more useful items.

After a quick walk around the farm, Kisha came back to where Duke and the others were.

When she came to, she found Duke crouching near the steps in front of the cabin. "What's up?" She asked, puzzled.

Duke looked up at Kisha before showing her the small paper he found wedged in the crevice. "I found Tristan's message," he said.

Kisha read the message, which said: "Master, if you found this, I and the others successfully rescued the old master and the others. However, we are still closely tailed and some...". The remaining words were garbled and hard to decipher. It was evident that Tristan must have encountered an unexpected situation, prompting a swift escape after he stuffed the letter in a safe place.

Duke's eyes swirled with a mix of emotions, his shoulders tense with worry. Despite knowing that his family had been saved, he couldn't relax, knowing they were still in danger.

Kisha gently patted Duke's shoulder, understanding the gravity of the situation and the urgency at hand. "Let's not waste any time. We need to follow their tracks in the forest." And she took the car out of her inventory.

Sparrow wasted no time and promptly hopped into the car, prepared to drive off at a moment's notice. Vulture followed suit, already buckling his seatbelt in readiness for the journey ahead.

Kisha felt a lump forming in her throat as she observed Duke's vulnerable demeanor. Despite his facade of indifference, she sensed the turmoil of emotions raging within him. He carried the weight of worry for his people's safety, yet felt powerless to protect them. With no one to confide in, he bore the burden of leadership alone, unable to display even a hint of vulnerability.

Duke must have wanted to rush there to save his people but also had to think about the consequences it might bring to his remaining subordinate. So, through this conflict, Kisha stepped in and told them that they could go directly without warming their body inside the cabin or resting.

While some might view their decision as reckless because nights are even more dangerous and the danger only intensified due to the threat of zombies, Kisha remained confident in her abilities. With her system in place and the bees on patrol, she felt assured that they wouldn't be caught off guard by any potential threats during their journey.

At present, zombies are the least of their concerns. These creatures had yet to evolve significantly and could be handled by ordinary people if they possessed the courage. However, the enemies pursuing Duke's family were armed and well-trained, presenting a far more dangerous threat. Given the circumstances, Kisha believed that rushing to their aid and catching the assailants off guard would be a more strategic course of action than proceeding cautiously.

Observing the confident smirk on Kisha's face, Duke ceased his hesitation. Having spent considerable time together, he understood that Kisha was not the reckless type; she wouldn't venture out without a solid plan or the confidence to emerge victorious.

Soon, the group of four traversed the rugged terrain into the depths of the forest toward the mountains. Kisha attempted to consult the map, but the car's jolting and trembling made it impossible for her to see anything clearly. She found herself practically bouncing in her seat.

Her frown deepened, and she found herself regretting her sympathy for Duke at that moment. She longed for the smooth, flat road again, even if it meant taking a bit longer to reach their destination. The prospect of being jostled around and bruised all over was becoming less appealing by the minute.

She felt as if her body were on the verge of breaking from the relentless tossing within the car.

Witnessing her discomfort, Duke's heart softened, and he felt a pang of sympathy for Kisha. He offered innocently, "Would you like to sit on my lap instead? It might be a bit cramped and hard, but you'll endure less jostling than being strapped into the seatbelt."