My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 567

Kisha didn’t respond verbally, only nodding in acknowledgment. Seeing her gesture, the gatekeeper sighed, his expression resigned.

"City Lord, safe travels," he said, his voice soft, recognizing that whatever concerns he had would be pointless now.

He had already noticed the discrepancy in the number of trucks that had returned compared to those that had left that morning, and he hadn’t seen Captain Sparrow among the returning crew.

It was clear to him that this was a search and rescue operation for someone missing, likely Sparrow, and that the situation was serious enough for the City Lord to venture out personally.

After stamping the permit, he signaled for the soldiers stationed above to be on high alert and ordered the gates to be opened, allowing the armored vehicle to pass through.

Seeing their City Lord leaving the base for the first time in a long while, a sense of tension spread throughout the soldiers above the wall.

They turned their attention to the incoming zombies, fortifying their positions and preparing for what was to come. As the gate remained shut, Kisha kept her window open, her elbow casually resting on the edge while her right hand lightly gripped the steering wheel.

Duke, in his usual quiet manner, didn’t speak but focused intently on the map. He traced the possible routes that Sparrow could have taken while out on his mission.

Yet, despite his focus on the task at hand, his gaze would occasionally drift to his wife. He couldn’t help but admire her calm demeanor, her side profile framed by the soft glow of the setting sun.

Each time his thoughts wandered back to the map, he found his mind clearer, almost as though her presence helped him think more sharply.

Kisha could feel Duke’s intense gaze on her, though she chose to ignore it, her attention fixed on the gate ahead.

She noticed the soldiers on either side of the gate preparing to move, signaling that the moment was near. Without hesitation, she pressed the gas pedal, the engine revving to life.

As the gate began to open, Kisha swiftly shifted gears, propelling the armored car forward with a burst of speed.

The vehicle shot out of the gate, its sides narrowly missing the edges as it squeezed through, leaving only an inch to spare.

The soldiers and gatekeepers were used to seeing Sparrow pull off this daring maneuver—he always made sure to deny the zombies any chance to slip inside.

But Kisha’s approach was even more dangerously precise. If there had been a delay, even by a fraction of a second, the car might have collided with the gate instead of clearing it.

The sharpness of her move caught even the seasoned gatekeepers off guard.

The soldiers opening the gate were visibly sweating, their nerves frayed by the near-miss, but Kisha had no time to dwell on it.

Her mind was already laser-focused, shifting gears mentally as she planned her next move. Every second counted. She evaluated the advancing horde of zombies, calculating the best route to avoid being overwhelmed or boxed in.

Her thoughts raced as she mapped out the quickest, least risky path to the outskirts, all while steering the armored car with unwavering precision. The danger was mounting, but Kisha’s instincts and experience were sharp—she was ready for whatever came next.

"Ah! Ah! Zeus, move your stinky ass!" Vulture roared from the back as the armored car made a sharp turn. Duke glanced sideways, purposely ignoring Vulture’s distress.