My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 667

Hearing this, the mood among the group lifted. The women, especially the one who had been on the verge of tears from frustration, brightened with renewed determination. With a sense of purpose, they quickly got to work, preparing the meal together.

The other men searched house to house once more, checking if they had overlooked any remaining supplies—especially rice stored in earthen jars. Fortunately, they found some, though not much, and added it to the porridge. Given the amount of rice stored in the largest house in the village, it seemed more evident now that the largest house had once belonged to the wealthiest family in the village.

After a few minutes, the women finishedoking the porridge just as the elderly and children were waking up. However, many of them had developed a fever—likely a result of exhaustion finally catching up to their weakened bodies, their immune systems struggling under the strain.

Upon hearing that many people had fallen ill, Sparrow and the Winters’ men immediately took notice and went to check on them. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the onset of an awakening—they were simply suffering from mild fevers caused by exhaustion and malnutrition.

Having witnessed and experienced the awakenings themselves before, the team knew the clear differences between them and ammon fever. With their experience, theyuld easily distinguish the symptoms.

The women quickly fed the children their porridge and handed out portions to the elderly. The elderly, in particular, looked meek as they accepted their food, displaying sheepish yet grateful expressions.

Perhaps they felt embarrassed for being unable tontribute much while still using up precious resources. Sensing this, the leader reassured them, urging them to eat and take their medicine—just as he did with the children.

Fortunately, Sparrow had the foresight to grab medicine from the shopping mart.

After their awakenings, ordinary medicine was useless to him and the Winters’ men, but it was still invaluable to the civilians. After all, their bodies had undergone significant changes, making them more resilient tommon illnesses likelds and fevers.

However, this same transformation rendered normal medicine ineffective for them, further highlighting the importance of keeping supplies for those who still needed them.

After breakfast, once the children and elderly had taken theirld medicine, they all boarded the bus, waiting quietly for Sparrow and his team to join them and resume their journey to the base.

They remained as silent as mice, not wanting to disturb or annoy their protectors. Sparrow noticed their subdued behavior but chose not tomment on it.

Before departing, he and his teamnducted a final sweep of the area, ensuring there were no zombies or mutated animals lurking nearby.

Theyuldn’t afford to be caught off guard like before—an ambush would be disastrous, especially with so many nonmbatants among them.

"Theast is clear, let’s go!" Sparrow called out, rapping his hand against the side of the bus to signal everyone to board. No one wasted time—those standing guard outside quickly ran inside, eager to depart.

Excitement buzzed through the Winters’ men as they anticipated reuniting with theirmrades at the hidden base. It felt like ages since they had last seen their brothers, and, more importantly, they had plenty of gossip to share.

With everyone onboard, Sparrow and his team resumed their journey toward the hidden base,mpletely unaware of the fierce battle that raged at City B’s HOPE Base—where Kisha and the others had been fighting for their lives the entire day yesterday until midnight.

As they traveled, Sparrow and his team gathered supplies from the places they passed and took the time to eat lunch. The civilians were surprised by how nonchalantly Sparrow and his men maintained their routine of eating a full breakfast, lunch, and dinner, as if they had noncerns about their supplies.