My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 589

Everyone marched directly to the central square, where Kisha and the core members of the management were already standing on the podium.

As the soldiers and warriors arrived, they lined up in formation, falling into a tense silence.

Though the invisible barrier surrounding them gave an illusion of safety, they all knew it was only a temporary solution.

Those with sharp minds had already surmised that the real purpose of this gathering was to discuss their next steps in confronting the growing threat that loomed over them.

"Everyone, quiet!" Aston commanded, his voice cutting through the murmurs of the soldiers and warriors.

Even the civilians gathered at the edge of the central square fell silent, eager to understand the situation.

They had already overheard the whispers and sensed the growing unrest.

The loud explosions and the constant roar of Gatling guns from various directions around the wall had only intensified their fears.

It was clear to everyone that the HOPE base was facing a major crisis, and they were all desperate for answers.

When the crowd finally fell silent, Aston gestured to Kisha, giving her the stage to speak.

With a calm and composed expression, Kisha began. "I know many of you have already seen or heard what’s happening outside. Unfortunately, it’s another zombie wave, but this time it’s stronger and larger than anything we’ve faced before. Be prepared, this battle will be longer and more challenging."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. If Kisha was saying this wave was bigger than the last—when thousands of zombies had already attacked—then this could mean millions, the entire city now turned into mindless horrors of flesh-eating zombies.

The gravity of the situation hit like a tidal wave. Some of the civilians began sobbing, their legs buckling beneath them as panic spread like wildfire.

"What are we going to do?"

"We’re going to die, aren’t we?"

"Huhuhu... I don’t want to die yet."

"What about my children?..."

Panic spread like wildfire as the crowd erupted into cries of fear. Grievances and worries filled the air all at once, the murmurs escalating into a chaotic roar.

"Please, quiet down," Kisha’s voice cut through the chaotic scene. Though it wasn’t as loud as Aston’s, there was an undeniable authority in her tone.

Instantly, the crowd fell silent, their eyes locking on her. Most of the tears that had been falling were now subdued, the quiet sobs barely audible in the stillness.

"I know that many of you are frightened and uncertain, but we’ve already been thrust into this situation, and there’s no running away. Instead of cowering in fear over what’s ahead, why don’t we stand together and fight for our future?"

"Yes, we’re outnumbered, and yes, the enemy is strong, but we are not weak. We cannot go down without a fight."

"If we let fear consume us, we’ll dishonor all the sacrifices we’ve made, all the hard work we’ve put in just to survive and find a safe haven. Let’s not let it all be for nothing."

"Now, we have this safe haven—a place where we can rebuild, where we can create a better future for ourselves and our families, or for the families we’ll one day have."

"Can we really let it all slip away so easily?" Kisha asked, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the soldiers and warriors.

They all stood in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on her, processing her words.

Yes, she might be manipulating their emotions, but this was a necessary tactic to boost her soldiers’ morale.

They needed to understand that retreat was not an option.

It was do or die.

If they allowed fear of death or the unknown to dictate their actions, the fragile peace they had fought so hard to build would slip away forever—just a distant illusion, and they would never find peace in this forsaken world.