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Chapter 29 Migration
Seven months ago.
"We have unfortunate news for you, Mr and Mrs. Witt." The white-uniformed officer said, with a somber expression. He was a pale-skinned man wearing a white uniform, making him look even paler.
He and his partner, a middle-aged woman with copper skin, were standing still just within the threshold of their home. They did not come into the house, simply because there were too many houses they had to go to.
The three of them happened to be in the house at that time, a rare occurrence considering their busy schedules. Nanny had even gone to the market to gather ingredients for a small feast.
It was supposed to be an interesting and fun day, with the three of them having a rare time catching up with each other.
Who would have thought—
"There have been 1032 planes that went down early this morning at 06:34." He paused, heaving a deep sigh, trying not to show the exhaustion creeping in, "There were no survivors.
"We are sorry to inform you that Mr. Howard Witt and Mrs. Alicia Murong-Witt… have unfortunately passed away."
In that instant, their living room which had once been a place of warmth, suddenly got freezing cold.
It was so cold that she was shaking, and her vision became blurry. If her husband's large hand hadn't been holding her, she might have fainted then and there.
"What happened?" Althea heard the baritone voice of her husband ask beside her. She looked up to listen to their answer, trying to keep down the ringing in her ears.
"We are still investigating the cause of this tragedy and we request your utmost patience."
Althea managed to find her voice to ask, "They… where are they?"
"Their bodies have been collected and moved to the South Montague Morgue." The woman answered as gently as possible. Then, she paused, not sure what tone to use in his next statement, "They… are in relatively good condition due to their position in the plane."
"I… I see…"
The officers looked at each other and sighed, faces tired. There was no doubt they'd been through several houses before theirs.
"We are sorry for your loss. The country had lost great scholars." The man told them, very sincerely.
"If there's anything we can do to assist you, please contact our team any time." They finally said without further ado, handing over their business card.
They then bowed and excused themselves, leaving the grieving family their much-needed space.
They were probably heading to give the bad news to the next house that opted for personal visits from officials.
The moment the door closed, Althea lost all her strength, her legs giving way, her entire body suddenly devoid of energy.
"Althea!" Her husband's deep voice sounded in her ears. And she soon felt his strong arms support her weight.
She habitually
Head: None
Ears: None
Body: Leather Jacket, cotton undergarments +2 Defense
Synthetic Vest +3 Defense
Arms: Arm Brace +1 Defense
Legs: Leather Pants +2 Defense
Hands: none
Leather Gloves +1 Defense
Feet: Leather Boots +2 Defense, +0 Agility ]
She had already given her helmet to Sheila, who needed it more. It was too uncomfortable, her pregnancy made her very queasy.
Anyway, she looked at the time once more and determined she could still get a shut-eye.
[00:26:12]
She laid down on the soft bed, setting up a timer for a 20-minute power nap.
Fortunately, she was indeed really tired so she fell asleep as soon as her head met the pillow.
She woke up from her alarm after a while, stretching her body and marveling at not only the physique of a level 3 but also at the effectiveness of a power nap. Her spirit had almost been filled up.
[00:05:01]
She met up with Sheila and Fufi in the living room, settling comfortably on the largest sofa.
Sheila couldn't help but stare at her, wide wide eyes and slightly flushed face.
Althea stared back in puzzlement. "What is it?"
Sheila gulped, still amazed at how pretty the other was when not covered in zombie goo. "You're very beautiful. Your husband is a lucky man."
Althea blinked, not expecting it, and laughed. "Well, thank you. And yes, yes he is, wherever he is.
"You are also very cute and charming. How old are you anyway?"
Sheila literally looked like an adorable minor now that she was all cleaned up.
"I am twenty-seven now."
Althea coughed a little in surprise. "Well.. you look much younger."
Looking at her now, Althea couldn't help but recall the questions that had been running in her head. "I'm curious, why did you want to become a nurse? Not to be rude or anything–"
"No, it's fine," Sheila said with a smile. "I was actually asked by my parents to do so, so they have a proper caretaker when they get old."
Althea's beautiful eyebrows rose. "Then what do you want to do?"
Sheila stared at her, unsure, feeling ashamed "I .. I don't know." she mumbled.
In fact, she really wasn't sure what path to pick, so she just went with the flow and followed her parents' wishes without question.
Althea scooted over and patted her head to comfort her like a child. Who told her to look so young?
"Well, this disaster can also be seen as a new beginning." She paused, emerald eyes looking out the window, to the sky filled with doom.
"Maybe you can find your calling… there."
Sheila nodded, feeling hopeful. However, after several beats of silence, she couldn't help but give Althea a furtive glance.
Althea raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Your husband… I mean, if you don't mind me asking."
Althea smiled and shook her head. "He's a soldier. He went missing months ago."
"Oh." Sheila paled. Because Althea was so strong and beautiful, she unconsciously just assumed everything was… good. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine." She shrugged. "He's still alive, somewhere. I have an intuition that I'll meet him soon."
She paused, looking out the window to the waning moon with a complex expression. "My intuition has always been very strong."
[00:00:32]
Althea told them to hold as many important items as they could to see if they could be brought with them.
Sheila held on to the duffel bag tightly, even taking a lot of the hotel supplies with her.
Another bag was placed on Fufi's back, but she added more meat snacks for him.
In contrast, Althea freed her hands. Her hands would be holding on the two of them, to see if they could be transferred together.
[00:00:01]
The air changed subtly as if a force came down from the heavens.
Then, a circular pattern of light appeared on their feet, and Althea's expression turned a little dark, nervous. But she quickly shook her head off the thoughts, strengthening her will.
It could be said that she had done her best to prepare, and there was no use being scared.
At this thought, her emerald shined a sharper, more determined light.
'Whatever comes, come!'