My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 84

"But, how can you be sure that her blade will not be pointed at us eventually?" Mr. Winter suddenly asked, he was well aware of the darkness of the human heart, especially now that they knew that there was no more justice to hold them accountable, morals would surely drop to nothingness now that nothing was holding them grounded.

He can’t afford to let his only son be misled by someone or be taken advantage of by blackhearted people, especially through seduction.

Now that everything has become so dangerous, they tend to think of the worst-case scenario before anything else, they have no leisure to think otherwise because that might lead to their own downfall.

They couldn’t shake their doubts, especially given Vulture’s evident reverence for Kisha, a reverence previously reserved for Duke alone. It seemed as though Vulture regarded her with a godlike reverence, treating her words as if they were sacred creed.

Upon hearing Mr. Winters’s words, Vulture’s gaze faltered momentarily, but he quickly composed himself, recognizing that persistently defending Kisha in front of the Winters might prove counterproductive. "Don’t worry, Patriarch and Mr. Winters. You can make your own judgment about Miss Aldens once she awakens," Vulture assured.

His expression remained neutral, but there was a subtle intensity in his eyes and tone that hinted at a deeper conviction.

The father and son of the Winters exchanged resigned glances, sensing that Vulture and the others were deeply entrenched in their beliefs, which made them wary around Kisha.

After a few moments, the food was prepared. Tristan served the Winters first, despite their days of hunger, they didn’t immediately dive into the meal. Their elegance and composure remained undisturbed, a testament to their refined demeanor.

Their noble bearing remained evident as the Patriarch and Mr. Winters gracefully accepted their portions of food, treating them with the reverence one might reserve for a Michelin-starred feast fit for royalty. Mr. Winters received his portion alongside his wife’s.

Without delay, he set aside his own meal and immediately attended to his wife, ensuring she was well-fed and had taken her medicine before partaking of his own portion.

Mr. Winters indeed epitomizes the essence of a devoted husband. Even prior to the onset of the apocalypse, he lavished attention on his wife and valued her opinions above all others. Although the men of the Winters family may appear stern and authoritative, they wholeheartedly devote themselves to their partners, demonstrating their love through actions rather than mere words.

While they may not express affection through romantic gestures or sweet whispers, their unwavering commitment speaks volumes about the depth of their love and devotion.

Even in the current circumstances, Mr. Winters continues to regard his wife with tenderness and places her well-being and safety above all else. This is why he remains cautious about Kisha. While he harbors concerns about the possibility of his son being manipulated or taken advantage of, his greatest fear is endangering his wife, who is the most vulnerable member of their group.

After everyone finished eating, silence enveloped them once more. No words were exchanged as they simply allowed their weary bodies to rest, drawing strength from the tumultuous and stressful events of the past 24 hours.

As they rested, their bodies remained vigilant. A few guards took shifts to watch over Kisha and Duke, ensuring their comfort by replacing the towels on their foreheads at intervals. Each guard took turns ensuring that everyone had the opportunity for proper rest.

After four hours of sleep, Tristan resumed his patrol, scouring for alternative exits from the building and assessing the situation on the ground floor. Suspicion lingered in his mind regarding the connection between who’s been after them and the sudden influx of zombies swarming the building from all angles.

Despite only staying in the building for only four days, the perimeter only has more than a dozen zombies lurking around every corner. And it was manageable for his group, the situation escalated drastically just two hours after Bald Eagle and the others departed for a supply run, with the streets suddenly brimming with zombies.

Tristan’s diligence in securing the perimeter, his habit of meticulously inspecting every corner and crevice of their hideout, proved crucial. It was this vigilance that alerted him to the sudden shift in the surroundings, giving him the opportunity to swiftly relocate the Winters to a safer location.

Had he not been so thorough, they might have remained unaware of the danger until it was too late, trapped and vulnerable on the upper floors, facing imminent demise.

In light of the situation, it’s probable that their enemies have a good grasp of their whereabouts. The fact that Duke and the others managed to infiltrate their hideout was troubling enough. Tristan’s eyes narrowed with concern. Instead of heading to the ground floor, he dashed towards the lower level of the basement, desperately hoping that his suspicions were unfounded.