Regressing Through the Apocalypse with the Third Male Lead-Chapter 20

December 18, 2024

NAIA Airport Terminal 2

10:00 AM

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"Gwenette, Gwenette, we’re here," Monica said, tapping Gwenette’s shoulder.

Throughout the ride to the airport, Gwenette had kept her eyes tightly shut, refusing to look out the window after catching sight of the disaster-stricken roads and the zombies.

She let out a sigh of relief, followed by a small yawn. "Finally..."

"For someone who can’t handle the sight, you sure managed to sleep soundly," Monica teased with a light laugh.

Freyah, who had ridden a motorcycle ahead of them, cleared the way by herself, moving obstacles with her bare hands when necessary. Now she stood by the van, knocking on the driver’s window.

Monica rolled it down.

"How’s Gwenette?" Freyah asked, glancing inside.

"I’m good," Gwenette replied, sitting beside Monica.

Freyah’s gaze lingered on her, concern evident in her expression. "Alright. You can rest some more for now. I’ll go ahead and clear the area. Stay inside the van in the meantime."

"I’ll help," Florence said, stepping out of the van.

"Of course," Freyah answered without hesitation. She had expected his offer—he wasn’t the type to just sit idly by. What she didn’t expect, however, was someone else volunteering to join the fight.

"Can I come too?" Harley asked nervously, stepping forward. "I’ve been traveling with you guys since the second day, and I think I can handle some zombies now. I want to fight."

Freyah hesitated, considering his words. She couldn’t always protect everyone, and deep down, she knew it was better for him to learn how to defend himself. But the thought of them possibly separating later—especially if they found his aunt—was something she didn’t want to consider.

Still, she had to face reality.

"Ate Freyah?" Harley called out, noticing her silence.

"Hmm... Alright," she finally said, nodding. "But you’ll stay close to me and His Highness."

"Yes, I will," Harley replied eagerly, a smile spreading across his face.

"Here, take this as your weapon," Freyah said, handing him two kitchen knives.

Harley hesitated, glancing at Tatay Timothy. "Actually, I already have a weapon of my own."

"Oh, right," Tatay Timothy said as he climbed out of the van. From the storage space, he carefully retrieved Harley’s weapon.

He handed it to him with a proud smile. "I couldn’t sleep much last night, so I decided to make this."

"Can I see it?" Freyah asked, extending her hand.

"Of course," Harley said, handing her the weapon.

It was a makeshift spear made from a long metal tube, roughly 60 inches in length. Both ends were fitted with kitchen knives, secured tightly with rope and packing tape.

"Do you know how to use this?" Freyah asked, inspecting the weapon closely.

"Yes," Harley replied confidently. "After our training last night, I made this and practiced using it."

Freyah gave a small nod, satisfied. "Alright. That will do."

Since he had always been a mere observer, Harley preferred a weapon that allowed him to kill zombies from a distance. Guns would have been ideal, but they hadn’t come across any yet and only Freyah had one. So, this makeshift weapon would have to do.

"You came prepared," Freyah remarked, handing Harley his improvised weapon. "But stay close within our sight while we clear this area."

"Yes!" Harley beamed.

"I want to fight too!" Cheral said, his determination evident.

"Me too!" Cherylle chimed in, raising her hand enthusiastically. Following after her twin.

Freyah glanced at the two of them. "Not this time. Once your skills are activated and you have proper weapons, I’ll let you fight."

"Boo..." the twins groaned in unison.

"You little rascals, stop troubling Freyah," Tatay Timothy scolded as he guided the twins back inside. Freyah chuckled at the scene.

"Alright, we’ll see you later. Stay inside the van and don’t come out," Freyah instructed as she closed the van door.

"Stay safe and don’t get hurt!" Monica yelled from inside as she shut the window. Gwenette, seated on the other side, simply waved. Her complexion at the moment was pale.

The three of them—Freyah, Florence, and Harley—entered the airport’s departure area. As expected, the zombies charged at them like ravenous predators the moment they stepped in.

Freyah took the lead, swiftly killing the first zombie that lunged at her. Florence held the rear, while Harley lingered at the back, muttering under his breath as he touched his legs.

"3 m/s." Then he touched both his arms. "4 m/s." Finally, he touched his weapon. "4 m/s."

Taking a deep breath, Harley rushed toward the nearest zombie. He spun his weapon, and with the enhanced speed, the blade sliced cleanly through the zombie’s head. He turned to strike another, his movements akin to a whirlwind, taking down one zombie after another.

"Not bad for the kid," Florence remarked as he killed a zombie beside Freyah.

"Looks like he’s been practicing," Freyah replied. She and Florence dodged out of the way just in time to avoid Harley’s spinning weapon. "But he still needs to control the speed and direction of his attacks," she added.

"Sorry!" Harley called out, visibly embarrassed.

"No problem. Get as much combat experience as you can now—we’ll be watching your back," Florence encouraged as he decapitated another zombie.

"Don’t hold back! Try whatever ideas come to mind," Freyah added.

"Alright! Thanks, Ate, Kuya!" Harley shouted back, his voice filled with determination.

Freyah continued to eliminate zombies efficiently. After nearly an hour of fighting, the majority of the area was clear.

"For his first time battling these monsters, he’s doing quite well, isn’t he?" Florence commented as he joined Freyah’s side once more.

That was true. Harley had only learned to use his skill the night before, yet he’d already adapted to his weapon with surprising speed. While it was normal for him to be scared at first, the boy was quick to learn and adjust to the situation.

"He’s a good student," Freyah said, a sense of pride welling up in her as she watched the young boy.

"But will you let him go if we don’t find his aunt?" Florence asked, his tone measured.

"No," Freyah replied firmly.

"Then you lied to him," Florence said, glancing at Harley, who was now down to the last three zombies.

"No. We just need to find his aunt. There’s no room for doubt," Freyah said coldly, throwing a knife to kill a zombie creeping up behind Harley.

"That way, he won’t need to leave us." Freyah’s eyes glowed red, her voice laced with icy resolve. "Right?"

For a moment, Florence was stunned by her tone, but he quickly recovered and chuckled softly.

"What’s so funny?" Freyah sighed internally, brushing off his reaction as she surveyed the area.

"Looks like the area is clear for now," Freyah announced, dragging the zombie corpses to one side to clear the path.

***

Moments later...

"Woah, this is a complete disaster, isn’t it?" Cheral muttered as they entered the departure area. A plane had crashed into the building, leaving the place in ruins.

"Will we even find a runway that’s clear?" Cherylle asked, glancing outside the glass window. Beyond the wreckage inside, other planes and vehicles lay crushed together in a chaotic heap. It was a complete mess.

To the right side of the airport, a small mountain of zombies had piled on top of each other, exuding a powerful, nauseating stench of decay.

Gwenette gagged, her stomach churning. She quickly pulled out a small jar of menthol ointment from her pocket, applied it under her nose, and then grabbed two surgical masks to layer over her face.

"That’s much better," she sighed in relief.

"Ate, can I have a mask too?" Agnes, who had been silent the entire time, quietly asked from behind Gwenette.

"Of course," Gwenette replied, handing her both a mask and the menthol ointment. Agnes mimicked her actions, applying the ointment before putting on the mask.

"Now it’s more bearable," Agnes said, finally able to breathe without retching.

"Right?" Gwenette smiled at her.

Monica, observing the exchange, turned to Freyah. "Do we even have someone who can fly a plane in the first place?"

"I can fly a plane," Freyah said confidently.

All eyes turned to her as she sat cleaning her knives, having dealt with the zombies earlier.

"Since when?!" Gwenette exclaimed, her eyes wide. freёnovelkiss.com

"Since the last life," Freyah answered casually.

"Ah..." Gwenette nodded, accepting the explanation.

"I wonder what other surprises you’ve got in store for us," Monica said with a grin. "Having that regression cheat sure is convenient, huh?"

"You bet," Freyah replied, grinning back.

"Well, that solves one problem," Tatay Timothy said, walking over to the glass window. "Now we just need to find a working plane and make sure it’s fully fueled before we take off. The trip to Bohol will take nearly two hours, so we’ll need enough fuel. We’ll also need to calculate the altitude and ensure we have a clear runway for a safe takeoff."

"Wow, Tatay Timothy, you seem to know a lot about this stuff," Harley remarked.

"That’s just what I’ve seen in movies," Tatay Timothy admitted with a confident grin.

"In short, Lolo is mostly guessing," Cheral said with a smirk.

"Exactly," Cherylle agreed, chuckling.

"Still, Tatay is right about two things," Freyah said, glancing at the mess on the runway. "We need a clear runway and a working, fully-fueled plane."

She frowned as she stared out at the chaos outside. Though she had expected as much as this, the current state of things meant their departure would likely be delayed.

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