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The Dead Chronicles: Part III
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There were still great mass graves with hundreds of souls to discover and take to rest, people suffering persecution from supremacists pushed to the borders, and innocents swelling the ranks of the assassins to ensure them an appropriate safe-conduct to exile but the resplendent smiles of women, young and old, who had been rescued from those nests of death and misery that each camp, village and city of the country represented, to populate the militarized area of ​​the Emerald Area in small tents, offered me so many compliments and decorations for my secret favors I couldn't help but stay and see what would become of them for a few more days.

I saw many terrible things, I cannot deny it, because it cannot be hidden the fact that many wounded men were succumbing in the precarious hospitals due to lack of supplies or trained personnel, nor that the children fought and cried for the few food rations that arrived their families. Actually, there did not seem to be much difference between this tomb and the other, perhaps that this one was much smaller, even more so everyone preferred a thousand times this than to think that tomorrow their neighbor could become a murderer and, they, be their victims because otherwise it could not be. I could not understand why they were so happy, dancing and singing around the bonfires lit at the cost of priceless books and various furniture but they would soon give me a very satisfactory answer in the majestic form of hope, yes, because this was what their eyes and before they did not have, they saw a way out of that new hole they were in and not an irremediable darkness.

Many volunteered to swell the ranks of the popular regiments, remove rubble from the main streets, and retrieve the few salvageable things that could be found throughout Zalyne, without stopping for a day until some of the old splendor of the capital had been restored. It was beautiful to see how they had managed to learn to cope with all this but it was only a small step, it still remained to be seen how they could react to face those who had driven them to that hell and with the seventieth campaign of reconquest, this time directed towards the east of the country to finish expanding the secure perimeter to the entire center of the nation, many of whom were surprised by the combat were captured.

The coup in a certain way questioned a great moral dilemma that he even wished he did not have to carry, mainly because he had seen dozens of children locked up in a school being disfigured and dismembered in a complete state of rot and knew that it was impossible to find among That informal ossuary a limb that was close to its original body and seeing how the parents tried to overcome the terrifying image was even more heartbreaking than the fact itself. It was impossible for me to be in that place for a long time without preparing myself before, so I do not blame any of the human beings who appealed to accompany their young on the long journey that I had to prepare them, but it did weigh me heavily to see that the survivors lost that spark that they had previously rescued and now manifested the same hatred that had started the conflict.

The spirits of the people had left the restoration work to shake their voices laden with anger before the improvised government to demand the application of the traditional "eye for an eye" on the prisoners kept by the high-ranking military in the underground vaults of the Central Bank. and they burdened the head of the interim president in such a way that after a week of protests he decided to resign and give himself up to contribute to political life as adviser to the next to take office. Perhaps this would be his way of washing his hands so as not to carry out such a difficult selection or the way of extending the lives of those subjects since as soon as he left the vacancy he asked all the citizens of the republic to participate in a very precarious election, the first to be in the country for years.

It would be impossible, but somehow they managed to do it with the limited resources they had, leading the democratic processes in a peculiar and almost archaic way. You only had to see how the former leader of the government announced on a large stone the candidates nominated for the position and they ascended to his side to give the speeches that the next day would allow them to obtain the support of the people, who would gather in each one of the exits from that natural space to be accounted for by the medical personnel designated as electoral council. It may not have been the safest and most incorruptible of democratic processes, but it allowed Dr. Tyshara Olsen to begin ruling with a heart of gold and a unique vision of the Democratic Republic of Gwadar.