My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 360

Meanwhile, on Kisha’s side, after she and Duke finished their shower, they headed straight back to the Central Hall to personally welcome the new survivors. By that time, Mr. and Mrs. Winters had already given them a tour of the base, explaining the rules, the do’s and don’ts, and essential survival tips.

This approach garnered positive feedback from the newcomers. Once they learned that the base wasn’t a government-run community, they quickly understood that no one was offering charity. Everyone would have to work for what they needed, including food and shelter.

Mr. Winters specifically ordered the demolition of the tents and arranged for the warriors, soldiers, and survivors to be moved into proper residences. This way, they could begin collecting rent, ensuring the survivors wouldn’t grow complacent or do the bare minimum just because they had a tent to live in. This structure encouraged responsibility and productivity within the community.

The tents would be repurposed and given to the warriors going in and out of the base on missions, while also being temporarily lent to new survivors. This approach not only maximized resources but also helped establish a clear distinction between newcomers and established members of the community, making it easier to identify who was new to the base.

Newcomers would quickly see the benefits permanent residents enjoy, which would serve as an incentive for them to blend in and adapt to life at the base. Instead of fostering resentment, this system would motivate them to learn the ropes and build positive relationships with others.

In a way, this setup acted as a subtle leash, encouraging newcomers to respect and protect the established residents, knowing that better accommodations and integration awaited them if they contributed meaningfully.

Overall, this was a calculated political move by the base leaders. While many might anticipate such a strategy, they would have little choice but to comply.

The approach ensured a structured community where everyone worked together, maintaining harmony and order within the base.

When Mr. Winters proposed the plan, Kisha remained silent but fully approved. However, this also meant they needed to either acquire more land with existing buildings for residential use or construct new housing from the ground up to accommodate everyone.

The newly arrived survivors were astonished by how well the base had developed in just a few weeks after the apocalypse. They had assumed only government-run bases would have the resources and organization to create such a secure and well-supplied haven during these chaotic times.

Kisha’s base shattered their expectations, proving them wrong. Hope Base was thriving—so well-equipped and organized that it surpassed even government-run shelters. To the new survivors, it felt more like a tightly-knit community, operating smoothly as if the apocalypse hadn’t touched it. Inside its walls, they felt a profound sense of security.

Feeling both at home and welcomed, the new survivors quickly realized they wanted to stay. Eager not to miss any crucial details, they hung on to every word Mr. Winters said, knowing that a single misstep could risk being expelled from this paradise in the making.

They knew about the base in City B and, given the circumstances, expected it to be grim, filled with unspoken horrors and infighting for resources. However, what they were witnessing now shattered those expectations.

The base was thriving, its atmosphere vibrant and orderly, completely contrary to their assumptions of chaos and despair.

After hearing the rules, the newcomers were directed to the bulletin board to select their jobs. By earning work points, they could acquire their daily necessities, which they accepted with enthusiasm.

Unsurprisingly, the Evans’ bodyguard opted to become a warrior, and the maid chose to join him, much to Kisha’s surprise. She raised an eyebrow, recalling that the maid had been quite timid before.