My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 90

Despite his anger and worry, he refrained from acting impulsively. Understanding the importance of maintaining a clear head, he focused on strategizing how best to assist his Master. Circling the building multiple times, he meticulously examined every potential exit point. Yet, it was evident that their enemy had taken great care to seal off any means of escape for his Master.

His only recourse now was to utilize their emergency communication tool device to reach his comrades inside.

Their communicator resembled a satellite radio, elevated several notches with advanced features, nearly indistinguishable from a smartphone. Despite its private radio frequency, caution remained paramount; in an ever-changing and evolving world, nothing was absolute. Sparrow could only hope there were no signal jammers nearby.

If there were, he’d be forced to scour every nook and cranny in the vicinity before contacting his people, with no guarantee they could hold on until then.

Buzz....

Buzz....

Buzz....

A steady vibration from his breast pocket jolted Vulture from his light slumber, instantly alerting him to the buzzing of his communicator. His sudden movement also roused Tristan, who had been resting nearby.

As Vulture retrieved his communicator, Tristan immediately inferred that Sparrow must have reached out to him. Sensing the need to grasp the situation outside, Tristan drew nearer. Meanwhile, despite Bell and the bees’ exhaustive efforts to search every inch of the lower and upper-level basements, they had yet to uncover anything significant that may lead to an exit.

Vulture immediately answered the call and in a silent and confined space as they are staying right now, they didn’t need to actually put the call into the speaker to hear what the person on the other side was saying.

"Oh God! You guys are alright!" Sparrow’s nervous voice echoed through the call. "I’m outside... I think it used to be a high-end building. Zombies are swarming from all sides. Please don’t tell me you’re inside, right?" His laughter sounded strained as he finished his sentence.

"Are you referring to the Amoure High-end Condominium?" Tristan interjected calmly, devoid of any hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Tristan! You’re alive too!" Sparrow’s voice carried excitement, though he quickly returned to the conversation. "Yes, I believe that’s the original name of the building, just missing a few letters." After his response, Sparrow donned the night vision goggles he had used the previous night to survey the surroundings.

With the sun having set and many lampposts out of commission, the streets were shrouded in darkness.

"It’s the same building we’re currently holed up in. Give us the lowdown on what’s happening out there," Tristan asserted firmly. With Duke and Kisha out cold, Mr. Winters preoccupied with his sick wife, and the Patriarch’s old age, Tristan had taken it upon himself to lead until Duke regained consciousness.

"Damn it! So they’ve truly cornered you in that building?!" Sparrow’s voice erupted with frustration, though his vigilance never wavered as he scanned the area. "The fiberglass on the ground floor is top-notch, not even the relentless pounding of the zombies made a dent. But despite our fortress-like defenses, there are no viable exits at the moment," he concluded, exhaling deeply.