My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 860

Chapter 860: Chapter 860 Another Visitor

"Yeah, it looked good," Kisha said solemnly, her voice soft with reverence as she silently offered a prayer for the departed souls. Then, she quietly stepped inside.

The interior was organized into neat sections. Some of the compartments already held urns, remains of the brave warriors who had fallen during the last zombie wave. Roadside flowers had been placed near the entrance of the compartments, along with hand-drawn portraits to honor their memory.

For those who had photographs, their loved ones placed them beside the urns. For those without, Aston and a few others who could draw had lovingly sketched their faces from memory, ensuring no one was forgotten.

Each urn was protected behind a pane of glass, preserving both dignity and memory.

Kisha took a shaky breath as she slowly walked from one cubicle to the next, her eyes lingering on each name, each face, quietly trying to commit them all to memory. It was the least she could do. They deserved to be remembered.

Then, she vanished for a few moments and reappeared with a bouquet of fresh flowers she had just gathered from the flower field. Along with the bouquet, she had crafted several delicate flower crowns. Quietly, she stepped back into the memorial and began placing them, one crown gently draped over each urn, followed by a single flower placed in front as a sign of respect.

She moved slowly, reverently, making sure no one was left out.

After honoring every urn inside, she stepped back outside and laid another bouquet in front of the memorial stone slab, the memorial marker for all the fallen. She stood there silently for a long moment, eyes downcast, lost in thought and prayer.

Then, without a word, she turned to leave. Her next stop was the new workshop Mrs. Winters had built; she wanted to check on the progress of the textile factory too. But before they could reach it, Kisha and Aston were interrupted by the sharp crackle of the radio strapped to Aston’s belt.

He answered quickly, bringing the device to his ear just in time to hear the voice of the gatekeeper from Gate Number 2.

"Sir, we have visitors," the voice said, hesitantly. "But... I think you should come see them yourself. I’m not sure what to do."

"I’ll be there," Aston replied firmly, then turned to Kisha. She had already picked up on the unease in the gatekeeper’s voice, something tight, slightly nervous, so she nodded and followed him without hesitation.

Fortunately, they were already close to Gate Number Two, and it didn’t take long for them to arrive. As they reached the wall, they climbed up to the top where the gatekeeper stood. Kisha could sense the tension in the air even before her head cleared the top. Soldiers lined the edge of the wall, their assault rifles aimed outward, bodies stiff and alert, their nerves obviously tense and hesitant too.

Aston climbed up first. As soon as he stood, a stern voice called out from the other side of the gate.

"Oh! So Commander McMillan is still stationed here! Kindly inform the Minister of Defense that we’ve arrived. We need to speak with him, and he should prepare food. My men are tired and hungry from the long journey."

The voice belonged to a man who sounded like he was in his fifties, gruff, authoritative, and commanding, as though he expected Aston to snap to attention and obey without question. He spoke to Aston like a superior addressing a subordinate, brushing aside any sense of protocol or respect.

Kisha’s brow arched slightly as she finally climbed up and took in the scene. The man below spotted her instantly, his gaze locking onto her clean face and poised figure. She could feel the shift in his expression, the glint of something unseemly flashing in his eyes. After weeks without comfort or luxury, his desires stirred at the sight of a beautiful, well-kept woman.

But just as quickly as it came, the spark was extinguished.

Kisha met his gaze squarely, her eyes cold and piercing like steel. The look she gave was unmistakable: a warning. A boundary.

The man flinched, quickly looking away, the weight of her glare cutting through his bravado.

Outside the base walls, four military trucks sat heavily loaded with soldiers, flanked by three armored Humvees, at the front was the man who called for Aston, an unmistakable formation that screamed official business. This was no ordinary visit. These people were clearly out on a mission.

"Commander McMillan, what are you waiting for?" the lead officer barked impatiently. "Are you denying us entry? We’re on a mission under the President’s orders, we don’t have time to stand here wasting it!"

After all, she remembered how this same group had approached Duke in her past life. They had the audacity to claim Duke was lucky they weren’t pressing charges for killing the former Minister of Defense. They threatened him with jail time, as if the law still held any power in a world consumed by the apocalypse. They tried to use fear and legal pretense to control him, all while pretending their authority still mattered. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

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