Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 598: Suni is back.

The ride back to the mountain wasn’t easy, for it quickly turned into a low budget horror movie. Silence covered the insides of the armored vehicles as they passed through the valley.

No one was talking, or planning any parties, they were just trying to breathe.

Most of them were afraid because random mutated beasts were walking along the same path they were taking. Most had responded to the summoning of the beacon, but when it was cut off, they were stranded.

Those that dared to attack the convoy were shot or killed in different ways by superhumans. Some ignored the convoy and surprisingly, the squad responded the same way, by ignoring them.

Meanwhile, Zulu’s voice accompanied the travelers.

"Tonight’s topic is the bad habit some of our residents have acquired lately: hoarding ice cubes like they are gold nuggets. I get it, the sun is being a major bitch, but you were given heat suits for crying out loud. Nobody should be that desperate."

Day increased the volume, muttering "Is she allowed to say the word bitch on air?"

"I have seen humans slipping ice cubes into boots, socks and underpants!! This is a hygiene emergency. You humans forget that ice cubes melt and now some you are walking around with soggy heat suits around the crotch and ass like you peed yourselves. Do Classy. Real classy."

Day turned to Hades and said, "She is right, the wet crotches are disturbing to look at."

Hades snorted.

"Don’t get me started on the ice cube related crimes. The other day, while I was flying over Silverdale, I saw a man mugging his neighbor for three ice cubes! The idiot transferred to ice cubes to his cup, and they melted before he got home." Zulu cackled. "How stupid are you people getting? We are not living in the apocalypse; we are living in the dumbocalypse."

"That is not a word." Lisha said.

"It is if I say it is." Zulu decreed. "Between you humans and cats, I don’t know whose brain cells are shrinking faster. But you want to know something even more amazing, we have a superhuman that awakened but remained in hiding.

He is a budding vigilante that can walk through walls. He steals ice from the rich and gives it to the poor. Ask the spoiled brats in the first wall, they will confirm this much. I wonder what we should call this man of justice, the apocalyptic Robin hood. I think Ice hood fits him perfectly."

"Turn it up." Hades ordered Day. "And call Carson. We don’t need vigilantes in the base." This was the kind of news that would make people sleepless, and it would give a rise to thefts in the fortress. Blame would be assigned to this Ice hood character!

Zulu squawked. "Now, let’s move to superhuman crime because some of that is going around as well."

The convoy surged forward, the engines humming a mechanical lullaby as they arrived at the Westbrook wall.

As the convoy breached the shimmering perimeter of the protective bubble, the tension in the cars didn’t just leave_ it evaporated.

This feeling was multiplied when they finally reached the mountain base itself.

"Finally!" Olandria said, she looked up to thank the heavens for returning alive. "Some peace and quiet."

The cars hissed to a halt in the contamination center. The doors swung open, and the billionaires tumbled out like laundry from a dryer.

It wasn’t graceful.

Some were kissing the concrete, others were leaning against the tires, questioning their life choices.

"I am never leaving," wheezed Isaac Clarke, he couldn’t keep his knees straight. "I’m staying in this bubble until I’m a skeleton. There is too much danger out there."

Phaedra, usually the picture of icy perfection, looked particularly green. She took three shaky steps toward Jin, who was wearing a jacket because he felt cold despite the heat.

"Jin," she croaked.

"Hold on, Phaedra,

I’m not feeling well," she said, before bending over and hurling.

Jin froze. He slowly looked down at his bespoke, Italian leather shoes. They were now decorated with a vibrant, partially digested ceviche.

"These," Jin whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of controlled rage and heartbreak, "These are limited edition. There are only five pairs in existence, Phaedra."

"Who cares?" she groaned, wiping her mouth and stumbling away.

Hades stepped away from the chaos of the vomiting elite. He pulled out his phone, his expression softening for the first time all day. The ringing didn’t last long.

"Hades? Is that you?" Rori’s voice crackled through, sounding tired but steady.

"It’s me. We’re back safe and sound mother. Everyone’s... well, most of us are in one piece. How are the kids?"

"They’re fine," Rori exhaled, and Hades could almost hear her leaning back in a chair. "They’re currently arguing over who gets the last sea and honey cookies. It’s a crisis of international proportions, but we’re managing."

Hades let out a short, genuine laugh. "Sea honey cookies?" He asked, that sounded like something his wife could bring from the sea world.

There was a brief pause. "She’s back, Hades. Suni was here but she is now at the medic bay. Checking on Nimo."

Hades felt a weight lift off his chest that he hadn’t fully realized was there. He threw a fist in the air and walked in circles for five seconds. "Thank you, mom, let me go and meet her there." He paused. "And mom, please take the kids to your place. I am sure that my wife is going to need uninterrupted sleep."

"Will do." Rori answered before cutting the call.

He raced to the decontamination center, more eager than the billionaires to reach the first wall.

***

Meanwhile, at the medic bay, Sunshine was hugging a bouquet of flowers and smiling at the familiar faces of doctors and nurses. "Hey, nurse Kendall! Looking good, Dr. Cody!" she chirped, the scent of Vitamin C and floor wax mixed with the heavy aroma of her double cheeseburgers that were sitting on top of the flowers. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She found Dr. Choi standing near the central monitor station, scribbling notes on a digital pad. He looked up, his glasses sliding down his nose as he caught the scent of the food.

"Mrs. Quinn," he said, his voice a mix of relief and professional sternness. "I heard you are out of your office finally, news travels fast around here. I see you’ve brought... junk."

"How is she, Doc?" Sunshine asked, her playfulness dropping for a second as she looked toward where she had been told Nimo’s room was.

"I am assuming that you are asking about Miss Nimo. She is stable," Choi said, softening. "Her temperature finally hit 38⁰c about twenty minutes ago which is normal for superhumans. We’re keeping her under observation for another twenty-four hours just to be safe, but all seems to be well now, thanks to something Hades gave to her. We need more of those here."

Sunshine nodded. "Thank God, I was worried sick."

Dr. Choi looked down at the grease-stained bag. Then he looked at Sunshine. Then back at the bag. He raised a single, judgmental eyebrow.

"Junk food, Mrs. Quinn! In a medical facility? Don’t you think that this is cruel?"