My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 549

Unfortunately, they hadn’t managed to fully escape.

One mutated cow had still followed them—the very one they had just killed.

Now, with no one from the other teams responding and their current location isolated, he had no idea where to even begin searching for his teammates.

Honestly, they shouldn’t have gone to the farm in the first place.

They already had the livestock from Hera’s space prepared and could have moved them out and transported them back to the base as soon as they found a safe location.

Going to the farm was primarily a way to investigate the situation, especially after encountering the mutated rats.

Sparrow and the others needed to determine if other animals were also starting to mutate and assess whether these creatures posed a significant threat to the base.

They intended to report their findings back to Kisha.

However, it was shocking to realize that even before they reached the farm, mutated cows were already in the forest, causing havoc near the city.

This raised a troubling thought—if they hadn’t gone out, these mutated cows might still have found their way toward the city.

And who knows what chaos might unfold if the zombies and mutated animals ended up fighting each other?

"Fuck!" Sparrow cursed under his breath.

He had already strayed too far from his team, and going any farther would only make it harder to return quickly.

Reluctantly, he changed direction, picking up his pace.

He couldn’t afford to stay away for too long—Vulture and the others might find themselves in the middle of another dangerous situation while waiting for him.

"Sparrow, over..." Vulture’s voice crackled through the radio.

Sparrow halted mid-movement, gripping a tree branch with his right hand and hanging there like a monkey. His left hand reached for the radio strapped to his belt.

"What’s wrong?" he replied, his voice calm but tense. The radio crackled again, the weak signal distorting Vulture’s words, causing them to turn garbled at times.

"Any lead?"

"None. I’ve already tried a few directions, but I can’t find their tracks," Sparrow said, his voice heavy and hoarse.

Vulture could hear the frustration and self-reproach creeping into his tone.

Sparrow rarely cared about losing others, but the Winters men were different—they were brothers, the ones they had grown up with.

Even after all they had been through, even with their hardened exteriors, the bonds they shared still carried a sense of warmth and loyalty.

This was why the normally composed Sparrow, who hadn’t even flinched when his people were gunned down during his showdown with Victor in Port City, was now on edge.

The thought of losing his team was eating away at him.

"Don’t be too hard on yourself. How about we head to the farm? Maybe they all went straight there, thinking that’s where everyone would regroup," Vulture suggested, trying to comfort Sparrow.

The truth was, none of them had discussed a rendezvous point in case they got separated.

It wasn’t something they had anticipated—splitting up was far too dangerous, and operating separately was never part of the plan.

Sparrow hadn’t even considered the possibility, and now he realized it was a mistake, one he wouldn’t easily forgive himself for.

Reflecting on Vulture’s words, Sparrow nodded in agreement.

It occurred to him that he’d been away for quite some time.