My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 561

Fortunately, their retreat went unnoticed. Whether by luck or by the absence of threats, no zombies or mutated animals appeared to challenge their escape.

The eerie stillness of the surroundings lent an almost unnatural silence to their exit, leaving behind only the faint rumble of the trucks fading into the distance.

Vulture remained silently perched on the roof of the truck, issuing only a single order to the drivers: to head back.

The tension in his demeanor was palpable, and though no one spoke of it, everyone felt the weight of his mood.

They understood. Among them, Vulture had been the closest to Sparrow. Despite their constant bickering, their bond was like that of brothers—strong and unwavering.

The group respected his pain, knowing that if they were in his position, they would feel just as devastated.

Recognizing his need for space, they focused on their tasks, performing their duties diligently and without adding to his burden.

They knew Vulture would ask for help if he needed it, and until then, all they could do was quietly support him from afar.

Vulture was acutely aware that everyone was giving him the space he needed, but that didn’t mean he had forgotten his duties and responsibilities.

Though the weight of worry pressed heavily on him, he knew there was nothing more he could do for the moment.

He shifted his focus, channeling his anxiety into determination. He had to get back as quickly as possible.

All he could do now was hope and pray that Sparrow could hold on a little longer.

While he couldn’t control the situation on his end, Vulture clung to the belief that with Kisha’s help and the Scarlet Bees, they might still be able to make a difference.

They often said that working smart was better than working hard, and Vulture knew this all too well.

If he and the Winters’ men tried to scour the entire perimeter where Sparrow was last seen, following every potential lead and predicting his next course of action, it could take weeks—if not longer—without any solid clues.

Add in the unpredictable weather, the danger of zombies, and mutated animals, and the search would only grow more arduous, longer, and uncertain.

The forest itself was vast, stretching out with a massive, imposing mountain ahead.

Not only would it be near impossible to find Sparrow in such an expansive area, but the team also had to consider the potential dangers that lay hidden in the mountains: wild mutated creatures, like tigers and bears, could be lurking, posing an even greater threat to the Winters’ men.

The stakes were high, and every choice had to be weighed carefully.

After weighing the pros and cons of his options, Vulture, despite not being as sharp as Sparrow, understood that the odds were stacked against him.

Without another skilled scout in their group who possessed abilities similar to Sparrow’s, any attempt to track him would likely be in vain.

The situation was grim, and the only hope left was Kisha—she was the only one who could potentially help them now, or so he presumed.

Without wasting any time, the drivers floored the accelerator. After only ten minutes of driving, the group spotted a familiar scene in the distance.

A plume of dust rose into the air, catching Vulture’s attention. He straightened up from his position on the roof of the moving truck, his massive hammer lying beside him, a quiet reminder of the urgency of the moment.

After several minutes of crouching atop the moving truck like a spider clinging to a wall, Vulture’s eyes narrowed as he finally spotted the source of his growing frustration.

The mutated cows had returned for round two. A full herd of them was charging towards the truck, their heavy hooves thundering as they closed the distance, just like the first time they had been attacked by these beasts.

But this time, Vulture had been anticipating their arrival. The loud rumble of the truck’s engine had already given away their position, drawing the mutated cows in.

Though he couldn’t find Sparrow, that didn’t mean he couldn’t exact some revenge on these monstrous cows—after all, they were the very reason he and the others had been separated, forcing Sparrow to take off on his own to scout for their missing people.

Vulture would never forget the chain of events that had brought them to this point, but he also had to acknowledge that Sparrow’s growing confidence in his own strength had led him to overlook an essential layer of protection or pushing himself over his limit.

This lapse in judgment had directly contributed to the current situation, where they couldn’t even reach him.

Once Vulture dealt with the mutated cows, he was determined to hold Sparrow accountable for his recklessness.

No one, not even Sparrow, would escape the consequences of their actions.

With these thoughts in mind, Vulture grabbed a rope and secured it tightly around his waist, ensuring that it was fastened securely to a hitch protruding from the side of the armored truck.

He double-checked the other end, tying it off firmly to guarantee he was anchored properly.

Safety was paramount—if he was going to criticize Sparrow for his overconfidence, Vulture knew he couldn’t afford to be reckless himself.

In response to Vulture’s actions, each driver instinctively increased their speed. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}