My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Disguise

After quelling the storm of emotions provoked by the recent events, Kisha diverted her gaze from Duke as they journeyed along a smoother stretch of road, having exited the mountainous terrain.

Now navigating the highway, they had shaved off 8 hours by cutting through the mountains instead of following the circuitous route along the highway.

"We should take a break," Kisha suggested, her gaze fixed on the seemingly endless highway strewn with abandoned vehicles ahead.

"Alright. Sparrow, locate a secure spot for us to rest," Duke commanded, his demeanor betraying little emotion.

"Consider it done, boss," Sparrow replied promptly. His need for rest was palpable; the strain of relentlessly maneuvering through a zombie-infested road had taken its toll. With arms threatening to surrender and a leaden foot from the constant pressure on the pedal of the manual car, a break was not only necessary but urgent.

Within a mere 500 meters, a gas station came into view. Sparrow skillfully drove the car to a halt at one of the fuel pumps. "Vulture, could you please check if there's any gas left and refuel the car? If you stumble upon any spare containers, fill them up as well. We'll pass them to Kisha later," Sparrow instructed.

Sparrow swiftly exited the car, unsheathing his dagger in a fluid motion. With only a few steps taken, a zombie lunged towards him. "Eager to die, aren't we?" Sparrow remarked casually as if making light of the situation.

In truth, their location was swarming with over a dozen zombies, with more approaching rapidly. Sparrow's movements were swift and precise as he dispatched each one with a well-aimed thrust to the head with his dagger, ensuring their demise with a deft twist of the blade to confirm that they were dead, a double dead kind of dead. His precision and agility enabled him to maneuver seamlessly through the throng of stiff, undead bodies, clearing a path with remarkable ease.

The increasing mastery of his wind ability added to the mix, making him look like he was playing in the midst of the flesh-eating zombies.

Meanwhile, Vulture had mastered the technique of conjuring earth spikes. With precision, he summoned a single spike that could impale a zombie, ensuring a swift death. "Quality over quantity," he murmured, driving his dagger into the nearest zombie with lethal accuracy.

Outside, Sparrow and Vulture were fully occupied, exterminating any zombies that crossed their path. The scene grew increasingly chaotic and grim, with black blood spattering through the air and coating the ground, accompanied by the nauseating stench of decay. Inside the safety of the car, Kisha and Duke patiently waited for their companions to complete their task.

The atmosphere was thick with an awkward silence, a stark difference from the usual tranquility they feel around each other like of the night. Duke found himself struggling with the tension, his throat growing dry as he cleared it nervously. Keeping his gaze fixed outside, he attempted to distract himself from the lingering warmth of Kisha and the lingering fragrance that enveloped him. Despite his efforts to push the thoughts away, her presence lingered vividly in his mind, refusing to be erased.

He tried counting sheep while his eyes were tightly closed but from time to time, Kisha's image would suddenly flash in his mind, disrupting his slowly calming mind so he would have to go back to square one.

He lost track of time while dealing with his inner turmoil until Sparrow called out to him. "Boss, the gas station has been cleared, and Miss Aldens is resting inside the store. Why don't you take a nap too before we continue our journey?"

"Alright, I'll take a quick nap. You guys better rest too," Duke replied wearily. As he trudged towards the store, a nervous knot twisted in his stomach. Kisha was already resting inside, and he couldn't shake the uncertainty of facing her. He cursed his lack of control over his impulses, his lower half seemingly acting on its own accord.

"Who are you?!" Vulture exclaimed as he pointed at Sparrow who has a big open wound on his left cheek that seems to scratched the surface of a sand paper. It was a disturbing sight, as Sparrow not only appeared unrecognizable but also seemed pitifully worn out, clearly affected by stress. Even his hair seemed to be losing its vitality. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}