My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 81

Only after Tristan has calmed down the Winters do they notice that there is a woman in Duke’s embrace as if he’s been protecting her from any harm that may come their way while they are unconscious.

Duke’s grandfather and parents were shocked to their core, their mouths wide open as they tried to comprehend what was going on. They knew Duke very well; they knew he didn’t typically get close to women aside from his mother—it was almost as if he avoided them altogether. But now, he was holding onto a woman, unwilling to let her go.

The patriarch’s laughter thundered through the room, momentarily forgetting the dire situation they were in. "Hahaha! I never thought I’d see the day my grandson would hold a woman like this! The heavens still favor the Winters," he exclaimed between fits of laughter.

Duke’s mother couldn’t hold back her tears, her shoulders trembling with happiness. Even Duke’s father, the only one not surprised, gave his wife a doting smile as he comforted her. "I told you there’s nothing to worry about when it comes to our son," he said soothingly.

"Um." Mrs. Winters nodded profusely as she looked at the two. Kisha’s face was mostly buried in Duke’s chest, so they could only catch a glimpse of her right side profile, revealing delicate contours. The Winters smiled dotingly at Duke and Kisha, feeling relieved, and worried, but mostly overwhelmed with happiness to be reunited with their family.

After Tristan helped Vulture wrap his injury, he began recounting the events from when they started fleeing City A, detailing the ambush on the Winters up to how they found the place they were hiding.

While others tended to Duke and Kisha on the floor cushions with towels, Vulture spared no detail in recounting the events, leaving nothing out.

Vulture remained tight-lipped about Kisha and her abilities, sharing only what was already known to the others. He wasn’t certain if he had Duke’s approval to disclose such information to everyone else.

As they shared information and recounted their experiences, Vulture and the others began preparing dinner using the ingredients Kisha had packed in their backpacks. The sight of the abundance of food made everyone with the Winters feel ravenous—they hadn’t had a proper meal in days, constantly on the move in the heart of the western district to evade their pursuers.

It’s been a taxing journey, and their resources are running thin, leaving them drained with each passing day. However, despite the fatigue and dwindling supplies, they refuse to succumb. They’re determined not to fade away pitifully, without dignity, like mere street rats.

Mrs. Winters was not accustomed to rigorous labor or enduring starvation while on the run, pushing her body beyond its limits. Consequently, each passing day saw her grow weaker until her body succumbed to the relentless fatigue and stress.

Despite the emotional boost of seeing her son and the woman he embraced, Mrs. Winters remained physically fragile. Even the brief exertion of standing proved taxing, depleting her already limited energy. Thus, her husband gently assisted her in laying down once more, ensuring she rested while they awaited the meal’s preparation.

Mr. Winters didn’t overlook the vital reason for Bald Eagle’s excursion. "Vulture, did you bring any medication? Even just flu medicine, and perhaps some vitamins if available." His tone conveyed neither humility nor dominance, but rather a measured authority, indicating the gravity of their situation.

This certain information almost slipped Vulture’s mind if he had not been reminded, so he opened one of the backpacks and rummaged through its contents for a bit before retrieving a medic kit. After seeing the glaring icon on the medic kit only then did Mr. Winters’s tense shoulder relax.