My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 661

After gathering the necessary supplies, Sparrow drove straight to the town hall. His people were already waiting cautiously near the entrance, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any threats. One of Winter’s men was perched atop the wall like a statue, vigilantly observing the area. From time to time, he would descend to relay information before returning to his post.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group, along with the civilians, remained hidden behind the wall, keeping their backs pressed firmly against it. This formation ensured they stayed out of sight and were prepared for any sudden threats—whether from lingering zombies or opportunistic survivors. After all, they couldn’t ignore the possibility that someone else in town might try to use the zombie migration as a chance to escape.

The lookout suddenly spotted a cloud of dust rising in the distance, accompanied by the sound of crashing metal and shattering headlights. His eyes widened as he quickly assessed the scene.

"Captain is back! Everyone, get ready!" he called out excitedly before leaping down from his perch. Positioning himself at the side of the entrance, he cautiously peeked out from behind the wall, his body tense with anticipation.

Although he had announced Sparrow’s return, he knew better than to let his guard down just yet. He still needed to confirm it was truly their Captain—after all, he wasn’t Sparrow, whose hawk-like vision could pierce through the distance with ease.

Not long after, the yellow bus came to a screeching halt in front of the entrance. The sight of Sparrow behind the wheel made the Winter’s men collectively exhale in relief.

"Get in!" Sparrow barked, swinging the bus door open.

The front of the vehicle was a wreck—its battered frame bore the scars of its rough journey. The front bumper dangled precariously on one side, scraping against the pavement with a harsh metallic grind, sending up sparks as it dragged along the ground.

The headlights were completely battered and useless now, but no one paid them any mind. The Winter’s men stood off to the side, signaling for the civilians to board the bus as quickly as possible while maintaining order and keeping a sharp eye on their surroundings.

Then, one of the men spotted several Humvees and trucks trailing not far behind. The nearest guard at the door glanced at Sparrow, who remained seated in the driver’s seat, before leaning in to inform him.

"Captain, there are people on our tail!" The man’s deep voice carried a hint of tension, laced with unspoken caution.

Sparrow didn’t flinch. He remained calm, merely nodding in acknowledgment. "I know," he replied, his gaze flicking to the side mirror. The reflection revealed several Humvees trailing behind, and behind the wheel of one, he spotted the man from the gas station.

Sparrow didn’t know what the man wanted, but he was certain of one thing—this wasn’t just an ordinary survivor. He had yet to decide how to handle the situation.

If this had been before, Sparrow wouldn’t have hesitated. He would have confronted them immediately, forced them to explain their intentions, and ensured they posed no threat before letting them go.

A thorough interrogation would have been a necessary precaution.

But now… he wasn’t sure if that was the best approach.

But now, he had more than just himself and his men to consider—there were civilians with them, and their safety took priority. On top of that, he and his team weren’t in the best condition for an intense confrontation. Engaging with these people now could be a reckless move.