My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 545

As they raised their hands in unison, flames began to rise, engulfing the corpses and reducing them to ash.

At that moment, the dead were not just burned—they were released, their tragic end marked by the fire that consumed them, closing a painful chapter for the survivors.

As if the heavens themselves shared in their grief, a strong gust of wind swept through the square just after the cremation, lifting the ashes of the fallen into the air.

The fine particles danced and swirled, carried freely upwards into the sky.

All the survivors within the base watched in silence, their eyes following the trail of ashes as it rose, a collective moment of reverence as they looked up, acknowledging the souls now carried away by the wind.

"May the souls of all these people rest in peace," Kisha’s voice rang out, steady and solemn, drawing the eyes of every survivor to her.

Standing beside Duke, her face remained cold and indifferent, yet her eyes betrayed the depth of her pain.

Without tears, her gaze seemed to cut through to their hearts, and for some reason, that quiet sorrow stirred even greater emotion within them.

As they fought to hold back their sobs, Kisha’s voice broke the silence once more.

"Don’t let grief consume you. These strong souls will now watch over us from above."

"We must honor them not with sorrow, but with strength. Their passing is not the end—nor does it define them."

"We may or may not fully understand why some chose to hide their loved ones who turned into zombies, even as they ended up falling victim to those who turned and died, but we must learn to let go."

"We owe it to them to carry on, to move forward for the sake of those who remain and for the sake of their sacrifice."

"Only then can we carry the memory of our loved ones with us, all the way to the end of this struggle."

"We will show them that their sacrifices were not in vain. Even if..." Kisha’s voice faltered for a moment, as if the weight of her own grief threatened to break through.

She paused, regaining her composure, and continued, her tone calm but with a slight tremor.

"Even if only one of us remains, we must keep fighting. We must survive, so that one day we can understand why this is happening, and see what the future holds."

"That alone will bring peace to those we’ve lost, knowing that we will not let them down—that we won’t cause them to worry as they journey to the other side."

"Those of us still alive must carry the burden and bear witness, continuing to fight. This is how we give justice to those who have perished."

"When we eventually join them, we must have stories to share—stories that will show them we did not falter, that we didn’t lose the will to fight, even when they were taken from us too soon."

"I know this will be incredibly painful, especially for those of us left without family, but we must do it—not for ourselves, but for those who gave everything for us to reach this point."

Kisha’s words struck deep into their hearts, and at that moment, they finally understood why they had to keep moving forward.

Clinging to the last reason to keep going—holding on to the memory of a single family member—was not the answer.

The true answer had always been to grit their teeth, to keep fighting against a fate that seemed determined to crush them at every turn, where death lurked just a breath away.

Kisha’s solemn words etched themselves into their hearts, solidifying their resolve to do better—not for their own sake, but for those they had lost along the way, whether friends, lovers, or family.

They understood now: they must carry on.

Kisha’s words rang true—those who had died did so by offering their lives, allowing the living to move forward while carrying their memories.

It was a testament to the deep love those who sacrificed their lives had for the living, giving everything so the rest could keep fighting, keep surviving.

Around them, the other trucks scattered, each trying to outrun the crazed bull charging after them. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}