My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 150

Kisha, Duke, Sparrow, and Vulture were escorted back to their villa, laden with bags of supplies earned from completing their mission. As a tightly knit community, word quickly spread around the shelter about the group’s successful return from the outside amidst the zombie raid.

The story quickly turned into an exaggerated gossip topic among the people and soldiers, but this was how news spread far and wide. The tale brought hope to many, instilling the belief that better days were possible with such powerful individuals in the shelter.

However, it also led to the expectation that Kisha and her group, being so strong, had a responsibility to provide for everyone by regularly venturing out to gather supplies.

These thoughts weren’t isolated to just one person but were shared by nearly half of the survivors in the shelter. Initially, many civilians felt justified in their expectations, believing their taxes funded the soldiers’ salaries, and in return, the soldiers were expected to protect them, often at the cost of their lives.

The taxes also paid for relief supplies, which were distributed to the civilians. However, the current amount of supplies was insufficient for long-term sustenance, and a significant portion of these supplies went to the Minister of Defense and other high-ranking officials. The soldiers were powerless to change this distribution.

Consequently, frustration grew among both civilians and some soldiers, who began to believe that Kisha and her group, due to their strength and ability to gather supplies, should take on the responsibility of providing for everyone.

In summary, their community was far from united. Many were preoccupied with making their lives more comfortable within the safety of the shelter’s tall walls. The ugly side of human nature that Kisha was all too familiar with was starting to surface much earlier than in her previous lives.

Back then, despite suffering from depression, malnourishment, and injuries, people still tried to look on the bright side. Perhaps it was easier to deal with the zombies before because everyone had started on the same footing so there was no comparison.

Aside from the soldiers with firearms, no one could surpass their skills. They found solace in each other, like wounded animals huddling together for safety. However, Kisha and her group emerged as a beacon of hope. They not only survived the zombie raid but returned unscathed, bringing a glimmer of optimism to the dimming room.

This is precisely what Kisha had been striving to avoid all along. She had no desire to become the target of envy and comparison, particularly given their lack of any special standing; it would only place them in a precarious situation. Yet, she found herself powerless now.