One of the STAU nodded, but the simple movement made his stomach churn.
He gagged, barely stopping himself from vomiting as the wild ride took its toll.
No one said a word after that, the air thick with shared misery.
Everyone had stopped asking questions—no one felt any better than the others.
Once Vulture finally settled into the passenger seat, he let out a slow breath, the tension easing from his body.
Sparrow didn’t ask why he was there; he simply kept his focus on the road, his hands steady on the wheel as he continued to drive down the street.
Vulture let out a small chuckle, his tone light with excitement. "Partner, looks like we’re back at it. The SparV is in action again!"
He grinned, reminiscing about the old days.
Back then, he and Sparrow were always paired up for missions.
Sparrow would be behind the wheel, while Vulture sat in the passenger seat, ready to offer support when needed.
But after they reached City B’s base, things changed.
Their missions became more independent, and their paths started to diverge.
Most of the time, Sparrow was sent out due to his awakened ability and the compatibility it offered for external missions, while Vulture stayed behind, guarding the base.
Now that he had the chance to get back out, Vulture felt a surge of excitement, like an arrow finally loosed from its bow.
Sparrow could sense how much Vulture had been holding in—the frustration of being left behind as their paths diverged.
Their individual growth had started to pull them further apart.
Vulture’s opportunities for progress were limited within the base, while Sparrow’s potential had been constantly tested by the unpredictable challenges of the outside world.
Sparrow let out a teasing snort. "I hope you’re not planning on slowing me down."
The words sounded harsh, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Deep down, he was glad to be working alongside his old partner again.
After all, he and Vulture knew each other so well, their partnership a seamless blend of trust and experience.
"Ha! We’ll see who holds back who!" Vulture shot back, his eyes scanning the road and the surrounding buildings, always alert for any sign of zombies nearby.
His gaze was sharp, almost gleaming with excitement, as if this was his first taste of freedom in a long time.
Sparrow simply shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. Despite the teasing, he was genuinely happy for his partner.
While Sparrow and his team made their way up the north, Kisha, Duke, and the others were busy clearing the area outside the walls.
Fortunately, the walls were stronger than ever, reinforced with earth spikes and ice crystal spikes created by Rose.
Even with the evolving zombies slipping past the gunfire from the soldiers and the barrage of awakened abilities coming from all directions, the undead couldn’t get close.
The spikes impaled them before they even had a chance to reach the walls.
Although the zombies had grown faster and more resilient, their defenses had improved, but they hadn’t become any smarter.
They charged directly toward the wall, oblivious to the spikes.
In the end, the spikes stopped them, but Kisha and the others knew they couldn’t rely on them forever.
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