My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 656

This was exactly what Sparrow had feared. He quickly pulled back, trying to find another route, but no matter which direction he took, obstacles blocked their way.

The city was unreachable. Worse, as they flew over the forests, small villages, and towns, they noticed unusual restlessness—something was stirring below, making the land just as dangerous as the sky.

With no other choice, Sparrow retreated and set course for City A’s hidden base. There, he could use the satellite phone to contact his master and young madam, informing them of the troubling signs they had witnessed. The zombies were migrating toward City B, and the mutated animals were becoming increasingly aggressive. At this rate, returning by either air or land was impossible for him and the others.

He set course for City A in haste, but just as they neared the city’s threshold, disaster struck. The chopper, already weakened from the earlier attack, could no longer hold out. The relentless wind and air pressure worsened the small crack caused by the flying crates, gradually expanding it as they flew. To make matters worse, they were running dangerously low on fuel.

Sparrow gritted his teeth, realizing they wouldn’t be able to stay in the air much longer. Their only option now was to find a safe place to land—fast.

"Prepare for an emergency landing, everyone!" Sparrow shouted, his grip tightening on the controls as he fought to keep the chopper steady. The blaring alarms and flashing red lights on the monitors made it clear—they were going down. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he yanked hard on the stick, doing everything in his power to prevent a catastrophic crash that could lead to an explosion.

He scanned the area for a safe landing spot, but luck was not on their side. They were too close to City A, hovering over a small town on the way to the hidden base. Unfortunately, this was the worst possible place for the chopper to give out. Below them, a massive horde of zombies was actively migrating, swarming through the streets. If they crashed here, they’d be surrounded in moments, torn apart before they could even attempt to defend themselves. Time was running out, and the odds were stacked against them.

Just thinking about it made Sparrow’s temples throb violently. His co-pilots, also aware of the dire situation outside, knew exactly what fate awaited them if they landed near the town. But there was no avoiding it—the chopper was already spiraling out of control, plummeting fast.

In the back, passengers clung to whatever they could, bracing themselves so they wouldn’t be thrown around like before. The children, terrified but eerily silent, gripped their seats with their eyes squeezed shut.

Even the pilots, trained for high-stress situations, felt the weight of fear pressing down on them. The air inside was thick with tension, and every second felt like an eternity as they raced toward the inevitable crash.

"Hey, help me steer the stick to the right! If I put any more force into the one I’m holding, I might break it!" Sparrow shouted to his co-pilot, his muscles straining as he fought against the controls.

He was running on pure adrenaline, his body still reeling from disorientation and status abnormalities. But his survival instincts kept him sharp, pushing him to cling to what little control he had left.

The moment Sparrow gave the order, the co-pilot gripped the control stick in front of him and yanked it to the right. The chopper was spiraling left, and they had to stabilize their course to avoid crashing into the buildings below.

If they hit at the wrong angle, the impact could tear the aircraft apart, leaving no chance of survival. They had to make this emergency landing as controlled as possible—or risk being nothing but scattered debris.