My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 144

The moment the medics arrived, Kisha and the others were directed to enter the examination tent. Just like before, they were asked to remove their clothes so the medical team could thoroughly examine them for any signs of zombie bites or even minor scratches.

The exhaustion on the faces of the medical team was evident; they were as weary as the frontline soldiers, having tended to all those who had fought the previous night.

The medics also endured significant mental strain, as they bore the responsibility of ending the lives of soldiers who had been accidentally bitten or even scratched by zombies that breached the walls. This unique form of exhaustion dampened their spirits, leaving their eyes lifeless and dark.

Kisha understood this burden more than anyone else—the weight of responsibility and the guilt carried by those who had survived the ordeal and acted as grim reaper.

For those experiencing this for the first time, it was an immense burden to bear, but they had no choice but to carry on. Kisha herself had fallen into depression when she first faced this harsh reality, especially upon becoming a leader. The weight of the responsibility was overwhelming, as the deaths of many gnawed at her mental state.

The people’s hatred and resentment were directed at her, as they saw it as the leader’s duty to ensure their safety—a duty in which they felt she had failed. Their dissatisfaction and anger were all focused on her, as blaming her was the easiest way for them to cope.

But at this moment, Kisha couldn’t summon any empathy for these people. She believed that this harshness was necessary for them to grow stronger for future struggles. Perhaps she had exhausted all her empathy in past experiences that had ended badly. Either way, she looked at these individuals with a cold, detached gaze as she awaited her turn to be called for inspection.

The girls in Clyde’s group were timid and frightened because they had a few surface scratches from their escape from City D a few days ago. Despite the scratches being several days old, they felt no reassurance. They knew that everyone in the shelter was on edge after the zombie raid the previous night, which had resulted in numerous casualties.

True to her promise, Kisha remained vigilant throughout the inspection, ensuring that none of them were unfairly scrutinized due to exhaustion or fear. She was particularly attentive during Mrs. Winters’ turn, fully aware that the medical team was less approachable now than when she and Duke first arrived at the shelter a few days ago.

Kisha’s alertness was crucial in preventing any oversights during the inspections.

Just as she had feared, a girl with scratches resembling nail marks failed the inspection and was about to be executed. Kisha felt her eyebrow twitch in frustration; if this continued, not only would their population dwindle, but innocent people with the potential to awaken valuable abilities for humanity’s survival might be lost.

Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Kisha knew she had to intervene. As the female medic began to drag the hysterically crying girl away, Kisha stepped forward and grabbed the girl’s other hand, determined to prevent an unjust execution.

When Kisha grabbed the girl’s arm, the medical team struggled in vain to pull her away, no matter how much force they applied. Frustrated, they considered calling for backup. "Miss, please let go! We can’t play camaraderie here—one mistake could cost thousands of lives!" the head female medic shouted through gritted teeth.