My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 89

"Welcome back. How’s the situation?" Mr. Winters inquired as soon as he spotted Tristan and Vulture entering. His expression remained calm and collected as he gently stroked his wife’s hair, soothing her to sleep.

The Patriarch also stirred from his slumber upon hearing of the return of Tristan and Vulture. Their absence had extended beyond an hour, or perhaps even longer, given that most of the others were already fatigued and asleep within the room so no one really noticed.

Vulture and Tristan’s expressions darkened as they recalled the events downstairs. "Mr. Winters," Vulture began, pausing briefly to gather his thoughts before continuing. "Sir, we ventured down to inspect the sewer for a potential escape route around the building. However, we encountered an assassin." Frustration tinged Vulture’s voice as he recalled the encounter with the infiltrator.

"Moreover, we discovered a mole within our ranks, attempting to relay gathered information to the assassin. Fortunately, Tristan and I managed to neutralize both threats." He explained succinctly.

But Mr. Winters remained unfazed upon hearing the news as if he had anticipated such developments and was ready for any outcome. "Great job. What about the escape route?" He raised his gaze to meet theirs, though his hand continued to stroke his wife’s head.

Tristan shook his head, his demeanor resolute rather than defeated. "We inspected the sewers, but it appears the assassin tampered with them to draw more zombies down there. Eventually, it will become overrun. However, I believe the assassin has another escape route prepared.

He didn’t strike me as a death warrior; rather, he was likely sent here to gather information from the mole and sabotage our escape route before making his own getaway," Tristan openly shared his deduction. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

Mr. Winters nodded thoughtfully. "What about Sparrow? Have you received any updates from him?"

"Sir, Sparrow knew where to find us. He had a general idea of the direction to our hideout, and by now, he’s likely completed his mission and is en route here. If that’s the case, once he arrives nearby, he’ll surely notice something is amiss if he doesn’t see us. He could be a valuable asset in our escape," Vulture explained, calculating the time that had passed since their separation before dawn.

"What about my grandson and his wife?" The Patriarch interjected, having grasped the full scope of the situation. His primary concern now lay with his grandson. Upon hearing the Patriarch refer to Kisha as Duke’s wife, Vulture chuckled wholeheartedly, while Tristan nearly choked on his saliva, taken aback by the Patriarch’s swift acceptance of Kisha.

Vulture abruptly halted his hearty chuckle, his expression turning serious. "Patriarch, Master, and the young madam will be fine. As they awaken their abilities and struggle to gain control over the virus within their bodies to harness it as a power source, it will take time. However, based on my experience, they should regain consciousness by tomorrow morning.

Until then, we must do our best to hold the fort without them."

Upon hearing Vulture naturally refer to his granddaughter-in-law as "Young Madam," the Patriarch chuckled gleefully before his expression turned worried once more. "Will they truly be alright? What if they turn?"

"Patriarch... Young Madam assured us that she and Master will be fine. We simply need to believe in them and wait," Vulture reassured, his voice steady despite the underlying concern.