My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 470

Soon after, Sparrow and his team emerged victorious; Victor’s forces were completely wiped out.

Fred led a group to ensure that none of Victor’s men had survived and, if any were injured but still alive, to end their suffering swiftly.

He also made sure to collect any usable weapons from the fallen, knowing they could be valuable for the base’s future defenses.

Though most of them felt a heavy weight in their hearts, they gritted their teeth and pressed on.

None of them had wanted to kill or be responsible for someone’s death, but they knew they had no choice. When cornered, they would fight back, no matter how difficult it felt.

Seeing his men’s hearts in the right place, Sparrow nodded in satisfaction.

He could see the resolve etched on their faces as they made their rounds.

Their skirmish, along with the noise of the battle, had attracted a swarm of zombies from within Port City, now shambling toward them.

Sparrow and the others had already taken down a few dozen, so Fred and his team quickened their pace back to the trucks.

Once everyone was on board, Sparrow led them back onto the road, heading for home.

Not long after Sparrow and his team left, the zombies swarmed the area, drawn to the bodies left behind.

Their hungry, guttural growls and frenzied roars echoed across the landscape, reaching the shelter inside Port City.

The sound filled the air with dread, and the people huddled inside the shelter trembled, crouching in corners and covering their ears.

Those who had gone out earlier to scavenge for supplies hadn’t returned, heightening the group’s fear and helplessness.

Sparrow and his team could still hear the distant, chilling noises of the zombies swarming the battleground they had just left behind.

Some of the men glanced back over the edge of the truck, their gazes unreadable, hearts heavy with mixed emotions.

Rakan observed the returning warriors, sensing the conflict within them.

He could understand their turmoil—victory came at a cost, and the sight they left behind was haunting.

The first kill was never easy; it lingered, unsettling, in the mind.

But after that, the second kill often came easier.

The real fear wasn’t in the first act of taking a life—it was in the creeping numbness that followed, the risk of growing accustomed to it.

Rakan understood that these ordinary people, now shaken, were wrestling with that very fear.

They were afraid of what they might become, and that was why emotions ran high.

Throughout the journey, everyone remained silent, speaking only when absolutely necessary.

Rakan and his subordinates kept a low profile, not wanting to draw attention to themselves—especially since Sparrow’s intentions for him an his people were still unclear.

Drawing unnecessary attention now might only complicate things for him and put them all in a difficult situation.

So, he and his people kept a low profile, blending into the background as if they weren’t there.

Clyde noticed their careful restraint but chose to stay silent, sensing that everyone needed space and quiet to process their emotions.

Fortunately, aside from occasional stops to refuel, the journey was smooth, almost as if some higher power took pity on their troubled hearts.

They arrived back at the shelter just before sunset, just in time when Vulture and the rest to finish up with the last trailer, securing it behind the newly constructed earth wall.

Upon arriving, Sparrow and his team of five STAU members immediately began sorting the supplies they’d gathered.

Instead of stacking the cargo trailers in their usual empty spot, they coordinated with Aston, taking the trailers directly to where Vulture and his crew were working.

This streamlined the process, lightening Aston’s team’s workload and helping everyone get organized more efficiently.

She subtly replenished their spiritual energy and helped with their stamina recovery. _{freēwēbnovel.com}