The two siblings then disguised themselves as drivers and went with Caleb Grant to pick up the weapons.
Caleb Grant drove the two of them to the military district’s weapon storage area.
Looking at the platoon of forty to fifty soldiers in front of them, Ginny Jarvis turned to Caleb.
Her eyes asked a silent question.
She wondered why they had come straight to the military base and if he had a death wish.
Caleb shot her a reassuring look, as if to say he had everything arranged.
He then walked toward the squad’s leader.
“Captain Lynch, we are the drivers sent by the military district.
Please arrange the escorts.”
“All right, Mr.
Grant.
Get in.
The escorting soldiers are already in the vehicles.”
Ginny didn’t catch the rest of their conversation.
Her mind was entirely consumed by the thought that Caleb was playing with fire.
Coming directly to a military base for weapons was completely absurd.
By now, Ginny also clearly recognized the man in front of her as Oscar Lynch, Caleb’s good friend from her previous life.
She wondered, “Is Caleb planning to just freeload off the military’s firearms and ammunition?
That’s quite ruthless!
Is he really not worried that I might be tricking him?”
After they got in, Caleb took the wheel, with the siblings Ginny and Sean Kane sitting alongside him.
Oscar Lynch’s vehicle led the way, followed by five other vehicles.
On the road, Ginny watched the time tick away and gradually grew tense.
The military vehicles that had been tailing them were nowhere to be seen.
She had no idea what method Caleb and the others had used to lose them, but she was in no mood to care about that right now.
As the digital clock on the dashboard flipped from 11:56 to 11:57, her heart leapt into her throat.
The two vehicles came to a halt.
Sean’s voice rang in her ears.
“Jarvis, don’t be nervous.
Everything will be fine.”
Ginny nodded.
Since they were unsure if Sean was infected, he sat on the far edge while Ginny sat in the middle, tightly gripping the dagger he had handed her.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably.
Her knuckles turned white around the dagger’s hilt.
She bit her lip tightly as sweat began to drip down her forehead.
Just as they finished speaking, the sky suddenly turned a bloody red.
Thunder crashed—BOOM, RUMBLE—continuously, and gale-force winds whipped up around them.
Watching the drastic change in weather, Ginny grew anxious.
In her previous life, the weather had remained perfectly normal for the first three days following the zombie outbreak.
The Blood Night had only appeared half a year later.
From then on, The Blood Night was guaranteed to happen every five days.
During these nights, the world seemed to belong to the zombies.
They became far more powerful than usual, their movement speed tripling—and in the later stages, even increasing five to ten times.
She had a bad feeling about this.
Meanwhile, back at the villa, the others had already gone to bed.
Only Timmy remained awake, burning with curiosity about what was going to happen and why Ginny had told him not to sleep early.
Just as he was scrolling through his phone with his chin propped in his hand, he heard the booming thunder and howling winds outside.
“Looks like a rainstorm is coming.
I guess Fairy Ginny Jarvis’s premonition was pretty accurate,” Timmy muttered.
He stood up and pulled back the curtains to see if it was raining.
Instead, he was greeted by a blood-red night.
Crimson clouds clumped together in the sky, looking exactly like a giant monster opening its gaping, bloody maw at humanity.
Terrified, Timmy stumbled two steps back.
This thing looks too freaking terrifying.
It’s giving me the creeps.”
With that, he turned around, left his room, and went to knock on Clark Chandler’s door.
Next door, Cecilia Sinclair hadn’t slept either.
Hearing the thunder and wind, she quickly got up to check on her father, worried that his leg might be aching again.
She ran right into Timmy, who was knocking on the door.
“Mr.
Thorne, you’re not asleep either.”
“Yeah, the sky outside looks absolutely terrifying.
I was going to get Quentin to keep me company.
Are you going to check on your father?”
“Mhm.
Sinclair’s leg hurts terribly when it rains, so I came over…” Cecilia said as she knocked twice and pushed the door open.
Inside, she saw David Sinclair convulsing on the bed.
“Ah!
Dad!
What’s wrong with you, Dad?
SOB…
Help!
Dad!
Sinclair, can you hear me?”
As she cried out, Cecilia frantically shook David Sinclair’s shoulders.
Standing at the door, Timmy was startled by the sight of David convulsing, foaming at the mouth, and bulging with blue veins across his face.
Remembering Ginny’s instructions, he hurriedly pulled out his phone and called her.
Clark Chandler also ran out of his room and asked, “What’s going on?
What happened to Mr.
Sinclair?
Hurry and call Miss Kane.
We need to take Mr.
Sinclair to the hospital!”
Back in the vehicle, Ginny watched the dashboard clock hit 11:58.
Her tension spiked, and every muscle in her body pulled taut.
Her eyes gradually grew bloodshot as she stared straight ahead, completely afraid to even glance at Sean beside her.
When her phone finally rang, she saw it was a call from Timmy.
A cold sweat immediately broke out all over her body.
She hurriedly answered, “Hello, Mr.
Thorne.”
Over the line came Mr.
Thorne’s anxious voice mixed with Cecilia’s sobs.
“Ginny Jarvis, Mr.
Sinclair suddenly collapsed and started convulsing!
His veins are bulging everywhere…”
“Miss Kane, we need a car to take my dad…”
Before they could finish, Ginny shouted, “Shut up!
Listen to me!
Timmy, you and Clark Chandler drag Cecilia out of there and shut Mr.
Sinclair’s door!
All of you get down to the first floor and do not go up to the second floor.
I’m dealing with the exact same thing over here.
They’re going to get up in a moment and start biting people.
Wait until I get back.
Trust me, okay?”
“No!
That’s my dad!
Ah, let me go! The source of this chapter is g.com.
Dad!”
“Mr.
Thorne, tie Cecilia up and wait for me to get back!
None of you move or make a single sound.
Give me two hours.”
Back at the villa, Clark was extremely reluctant, so it was ultimately Timmy who carried Cecilia downstairs.
“Clark Chandler, listen to Ginny Jarvis.
There’s something very wrong with Mr.
Sinclair.
Quick, go wake Mason Ryder up…”
“I’m up.
What happened?”
“Come downstairs, Mason Ryder.” Timmy’s serious expression gave Mason a fright, but he still descended the stairs.
“Ah!
Cecilia, are you a dog or something?”
Timmy looked at his bitten hand and glared angrily at Cecilia, who was struggling to break free and get down.
Just then, Timmy’s phone rang again.
Clark hurriedly handed it over.
Seeing it was Ginny Jarvis, Timmy motioned for Clark to answer it while he pinned Cecilia down and gagged her with a piece of clothing.
“Hello, Miss Kane.
Mr.
Sinclair…”
Clark had put the phone on speaker, so everyone listened closely to what Ginny had to say.
“Listen to me.
A zombie virus has broken out.
I only just found out myself.
Mr.
Sinclair must be mutating.
We just ran into the same thing.
If you get bitten, you’ll be infected.
For now, stay quietly on the first floor and don’t make a sound.
We’ll discuss what to do when I get back.”
“It’s total chaos outside right now.
I’m guessing the communication networks will go down any— BEEP BEEP BEEP…” Ginny lost her signal before she could even finish her sentence.
The call wouldn’t go through anymore.
Ginny hadn’t expected the communication networks to fail within just five minutes in this lifetime.
Her heart sank once again.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that many things were different this time around.
She wondered, “Is this the butterfly effect of my rebirth?
Or has the difficulty level of this parallel world increased?”
Clark Chandler and the others were terrified by Ginny’s words.
Cecilia had even forgotten to struggle.
Timmy immediately snatched his phone back from Clark’s hands.
He logged into their hacker forum.
Since it was hosted on an overseas server and their phones were modified, he hoped it would at least give him a glimpse of what was truly going on.
He ended up finding a video of someone zombifying.
It played for barely thirteen seconds before it stopped loading altogether.
Timmy showed the cached thirteen seconds to the others.
Because it was filmed on the street, they could see countless people who had initially collapsed in convulsions suddenly stand up.
Their veins bulged, their eyes turned completely white, and they stumbled forward with stiff, jerky movements.
Just then, a monstrous roar from David Sinclair echoed from upstairs.
Cecilia immediately covered her mouth and sobbed, but she didn’t say anything about going back up.
Afraid she might disregard her safety and run upstairs anyway, Timmy and Clark Chandler kept a close watch on her.
Mason Ryder was clearly traumatized, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Meanwhile, on Ginny’s end, her tension vanished completely once she confirmed that Sean wasn’t going to mutate.
To guard against running into zombies or looters taking advantage of the chaos, Sean took over the wheel.