Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.

Boredom was the biggest silent danger of the apocalypse. In that silence, it was hard not to think and for some people, even thinking was dangerous. Their thoughts had deadly consequences.

Boredom was what caused Ceaser to grow fond of watching the view outside the statehouse. He sat in the command room day after day, watching the monitors.

His eyes were always sharp, waiting and searching for the mist. He counted the days when it did not pass by, hoping to establish a pattern of its movements. He counted the watchers, noting down anything strange about their behaviors.

But the mist was what he paid the most attention to. It was his obsession and each time it appeared he hoped that it would open like a flower and reveal the secrets it hid.

He had noticed that sometimes when the watchers arrived, the mist came along with them. It followed them like a water flowing down a mountain.

His note book was full of questions about the possible ties between the mist and the birds.

Just like this day, the mist was out there clinging onto the earth and waiting to swallow anyone who dared walk into it.

Ceasar had long wanted to dare. And on this day, he was going to fulfill his ambition.

He truly believed that luck was on his side as people continued to come to the statehouse. They had no idea about the massacre that happened there. Survivors, the lost, wanderers and the desperate asking for shelter. Everyday, more of them came.

Ever since he healed, the bunker had been opened again and he operated within the white house when necessary, never straying outside. He personally inspected the new arrivals always. The strong and healthy were allowed to stay while the sick and weak were told to leave even if he knew that the cold would kill them.

Much as he needed human test subjects, the weak were useless to him, Some had stiff limbs from the cold, others had wounds. All of them wanted food, water and medicine. They asked for it as if it was owed to them. He had no plans to waste resources on people that were dying soon.

Of course, he never delivered the bad news in person, he had people for that job. He needed to keep his image as a welcoming president that wanted to rebuild the country.

Those that made a fuss would be left untouched and in the night, driven from the white house and dumped along the road. That was how he had learned that ordinary humans could not be outside for more than four hours because they froze and turned into ice sculptures.

That thought crossed his mind and he made a note to remind his men to start shattering the ice sculptures. He did not want people becoming too afraid to come to the white house.

A knock came from outside steel door, the clang run through the room, making him wince. The doors really needed to be changed

"Come in." He bellowed.

Lugard's head popped inside, his sharp eyes and laced with worry. He did not enter the room completely unwilling to risk being hit by something if Ceasar was in a terrible mood.

Ever since he turned into an eunuch, his temper could be equated to that of a mother dragon.

"Sorry to bother you Sir but we need you now." he said slowly. "The experiments can begin."

Ceaser's lips stretched into a delighted smile. His patience had worn thin, he was no longer going to wait for the cold to go away or superhumans to come to him. The mist had enveloped the white house so he would use the opportunity to make superhumans or find answers.

"I will not be leaving the bunker. Mask up and proceed," he said simply, his voice carried the weight of a command. He gestured for all the monitors to be switched on. Usually a few were left on to save on power but he was going all out this morning.

Lugard stepped out, closing the day carefully.

Ceaser clenched the black walkie-talkie in his hand, his gaze fixed on the monitors and a minute later Lugard and his men appeared. They herded a group of ten people, pushing them outside with weapons.

The survivors stumbled forward, confusion etched on their faces. They had come for shelter, food and warmth, instead riffles pressed to their backs, shoving them towards the door. Their cries filtered through the speakers, raw and desperate.

"What is happening?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Does the president know about this?"

Ceaser leaned forward, watching. Their fear thrilled him.

"Move!" Lugard shouted.

The group refused to move further, they stood trembling at the edge of the broken door. One man, broad shouldered and defiant, shouted back at Lugard.

"We are not setting foot out of here."

Lugard's patience snapped. He raised his gun and fired a single shot, the man's head snapped back as his body dropped to the ground.

Ceaser slammed his fist into the console. His voice cracked through the walkie-talkie.

"Do not waste the lab rats you idiots."

Lugard stiffened but said nothing. The remaining captives fell into hysterics, begging, weeping, clutching each other. The soldiers shoved them forward. Lugard's voice rang out coldly.

"Would you rather be shot here and now? Or take your chances out there?"

They understood then, there was no choice. Death inside, death outside. Either way they were doomed but at least outside one had a chance of escaping as long as they could find shelter in four hours. Those who knew about the mist hoped they would awaken and survive.

Slowly, together they went outside, their cries died down as the mist swallowed them. The doors were sealed firmly again.

Ceaser leaned closer, eyes wide. His chest rose and fell with anticipation.

"This is it." He whispered.

He imagined them reemerging in their full glory, his army of superhumans that he had created.

But the minutes crawled by. The cameras showed nothing. Just a thick white mist. His excitement soured into irritation. Then into rage.

"Come on!" He spat.

An hour dragged past, heavy and silent. His hands trembled against the console. He was about to curse the wasted effort when movement caught his eye. Something darted within the mist, like some kind of light, quick and unnatural.

Ceaser's heart thundered

"There!" He shouted into the walkie-talkie. "Do not let it escape! One person awakened. Do not let him get away."

The soldiers who were sitting behind the locked door froze. They lifted their rifles, fear bleeding through their body language. One turned his head and shook it violently. None of them dared to step near the mist.

"Move! Do not dare defy me." Ceaser's voice was as sharp as steel.

The men did not move, their fear of the mist outweighed their fear of him.

"Cowards!" Ceaser spat, he could no longer see the movement in the mist.

Lugard rushed to the command bunker, he felt the need to calm his boss. If they got on the bad side of all the soldiers, they could have a coup on their hands.

The door swung open, his head missed being smacked by a chair that hit the wall.

"Sir, listen to me." He bellowed. "Who will protect you if you send the soldiers into the mist?"

Ceaser pointed at him, his fingers trembling with fury. "Go and get other survivors, tie chains to their feet. Whoever awakens is not running away this time."