Capítulo 588: The Great Speech
In the vast open area of Washington DC, once infested with walkers, people from different backgrounds and professions gathered. Soldiers in worn-out uniforms, field workers covered in dust and sweat, doctors in their white coats and medical equipment in hand - all of them had been summoned to this particular place.
The sun rose high in the sky, illuminating the scene and giving a glimpse of hope to those who had gathered there. Murmurs of conversations filled the air as people exchanged greetings and met old acquaintances.
In one corner, a group of soldiers shared stories of survival, recalling the battles fought and the obstacles overcome right in that place. Amid laughter and backslapping, they encouraged each other, knowing that their unity and bravery had been instrumental in liberating the city.
Further on, field workers shared their experiences of the arduous task of clearing debris and rebuilding what had been destroyed. Their faces showed fatigue but also the satisfaction of gradually reclaiming the territory that had been taken from them.
In another group, doctors and nurses exchanged knowledge and techniques, discussing the most common diseases and injuries they had treated during the cleanup process. They shared resources and plans to improve healthcare in the area, aware that their work was essential in keeping the population safe.
As more people joined the gathering, diversity became evident. Men and women of different ages and backgrounds mingled in a melting pot of cultures and experiences. They all had something in common: they had survived, they had fought, and they were willing to rebuild a better future.
The atmosphere was filled with a mix of emotions. There was tiredness on their faces, but also determination. There was sadness for the losses suffered, but also hope for the possibilities that lay ahead.
In that place, amidst the open area of Washington DC, a resilient community was being forged. A place where differences faded away, and the spirit of survival united everyone in a common purpose: to rebuild, grow, and thrive.
In the eyes of the CRM, they had been gaining more territory, and their authority was slowly shifting to the people of the SCT, taking away more and more power from Airon. However, the flags waving in the CRM were about to be burned.
As the sun set on the horizon, voices quieted, and murmurs turned into silence. The sense of camaraderie and solidarity filled the air. At that moment, everyone knew they were together in this, that it didn't matter where they came from or what their history was, they were united by the determination to build a better future amidst the ruins of what once was Washington DC.
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Airon, the leader of the SCT, and Elizabeth, the leader of the CRM, entered the stage accompanied by other high-ranking members of both organizations. The atmosphere filled with anticipation and respect as everyone took their designated places. The eyes of the crowd were fixed on them, waiting to hear their words.
Elizabeth walked elegantly towards the microphone, her imposing presence radiating confidence and absolute authority. She took a brief pause to feel the energy of the crowd before starting her speech. Her voice resonated in the air, reaching every corner of the open area of Washington DC.
With a firm and persuasive voice, Elizabeth spoke on behalf of the CRM. Her speech emphasized the importance of hard work, discipline, and sacrifice in these challenging times. She urged the crowds to reduce their meals, to exert more effort in their assigned tasks, and to stay focused on the common goal of rebuilding and strengthening the community.
Her words struck a chord in the hearts of those who listened. The crowd nodded in approval, but some murmurs of discontent escaped. Elizabeth's message was clear: only through collective effort and determination could they overcome the challenges they faced.
As she spoke, Airon stood beside her, showing his silent support. His gaze turned towards the crowd, observing their reactions and searching for signs of commitment and unity. He knew that the strength of the SCT resided in collaboration and solidarity among its members, and he hoped that Elizabeth's words would resonate as strongly in the hearts of those he led, despite their disagreement.
Everyone in the CRM was aware of the problem within their own organization. Who liked eliminating entire communities just on the orders of the higher-ups?
Airon's group, consisting of Shane, Rick, Abraham, and Sam, stood behind him, all looking around as if they knew what was coming.
The high-ranking officials of the CRM were also attentive, listening closely to Elizabeth's words. They knew that this was a crucial moment, where the union between the CRM and the S.C.T. was being publicly sealed. They understood the importance of working together, overcoming differences, and focusing on collective well-being.
As the speech came to an end, Elizabeth expressed her confidence in the future and the potential of the alliance between the CRM and the S.C.T. to achieve great things. Her voice filled with hope, leaving an echo in the air as she descended from the stage.
The crowd, now motivated and unable to do anything else, applauded with apparent enthusiasm. For everyone present, the union between the CRM and the S.C.T. was strengthening at that moment, and they were all aware of the responsibility they had in building a better future.
Elizabeth turned to Airon, extending her hand in a gesture of camaraderie. Airon responded by firmly shaking her hand, thus sealing their mutual commitment. Both leaders looked at each other with respect and recognition for what they had achieved together.
While this brief exchange took place, several waiters entered the stage carrying trays with special wine glasses. The crimson liquid shimmered under the light, emanating a tempting aroma. The waiters poured the wine into the glasses, distributing them among the high-ranking officials of both organizations.
Airon, raising his glass, said, "A toast to our alliance and the future we will build together."
Elizabeth, raising her glass and smiling, said, "Indeed, Airon. It is an honor to be here and share this moment with all of you."
The other leaders followed their example, clinking their glasses in a gesture of celebration and camaraderie. The exquisite wine filled their palates, leaving a bittersweet taste of triumph and promise on their lips.
Shane, downing his entire glass in one gulp, said, "This wine is exceptional. A true delight to celebrate our progress."
Elizabeth wrinkled her face and said, "Indeed, Airon. I am grateful for your dedication and commitment."
After taking a sip, Airon turned to Elizabeth, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. Recognizing her leadership and the significance of her speech, Airon decided it was time to share a few words: "Now that we have formally merged, I would like to say a few words to the crowd."
"Go ahead, Airon." Elizabeth opened her arm, giving him free passage to the front.
Airon nodded, but within his ear, several voices began reporting to him.
"[Snipers have been eliminated, Commander!]"
"[Merle here, sir, snipers from all directions have been eliminated!]"
"Good, let the game begin..." Airon murmured with a smile.
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