Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again.-Chapter 456: Ceasar did not die.

Ceasar did not die.

After being thrown in the mist, he thought that was the end of his journey. The end of his short-lived presidency.

But that was false thinking.

The mist was indeed a scary, deadly thing. As it traveled, it took along most of those that got lost in it. In there, he had come across countless rotting bodies. It smelled like rot, chemicals, burnt toast.....many different things at the same time.

And it whispered. It knew his name, his greatest desires, his darkest secrets. It tormented him with those whispers, teased him and made him almost beg for death.

He had no idea how many weeks had passed while he lingered inside it. Or how many imaginary speeches he had given to the voices that whispered.

He had fallen ill. A cough, cold and fever plaguing his body to the point of bringing him to his knees. But not even sickness killed him.

But rather, it changed something inside of him. His body began to regulate heat in strange ways. He could make himself hot to the point of sweating or cold to a point of chilling at will.

At first, he was exhilarated. After longing for an awakening for so long, he was finally a superhuman! "I am finally reborn." He screamed to a hallucination of Lugard. "Now we can take over the world. I can regulate temperature and control climates. If any nation dares to defy me, I will burn them with the sun or flood them with the rain."

But as he continued to wander through the mist, reality started to set in. Despite awakening, he had not healed himself by growing a new limb. His expectation had been that he would be able to do what Carson had done.

He could not light a fire with his hands or freeze anything. His new power was... underwhelming.

He could warm his body and sweat on demand but that was it.

Still, Ceasar was not a man easily discouraged. He had big dreams, and he was determined to make them work. He convinced himself that his gift was more powerful than he imagined. He simply needed to escape the mist and test it out in the real world.

If he could touch others and scald them or make them freeze, he could find a way to use it for world domination.

After another week of wandering, Ceasar stumbled out of the mist. His clothes were tattered. His body frame was mostly skin and bones. But his ego was intact.

He was not anywhere close to the white house. In fact, at first glimpse, he had no idea where he was. The sun was out, shining brightly and the world was harsher than he recalled.

Mutated beasts crawled through the streets; scavengers fought over scraps and the stench of misery rocked the air.

He found the nearest highest pile of rubble and stood atop it. Raising his hands, he said loudly, "Fear not my citizens, your president is back."

A crow cawed in response.

Right before it pecked out the eyes of a dead man lying in the street.

No humans showed any interest in him, but a few mutated beasts did. And yet, they kept a distance from him.

It was because they could smell the difference between him and an ordinary human.

Ceasar abandoned the speech he had been plotting to give, and he walked into the street. He grabbed the closest person he found; a woman that had just killed another woman with a pipe, for a bag of expired cookies.

She growled at him like a feral beast.

Ceasar raised his temperature, trying to heat up her arm. "I am a superhuman. Try anything funny and I will burn you." he threatened.

She whimpered, doing nothing while he robbed her of the cookies. "Where is this?" He asked, taking a bite into one.

He barely winced when the moldy taste hit his tongue.

"Graceland." She replied.

He let her go. She scampered away eagerly, running as if hounds were chasing her. The little heat Ceasar had produced lingered on her arm where he had touched it.

Meanwhile Ceasar started to plot as he rummaged through pockets of the weak or those who had died. In his memory, he vaguely recalled Fort Graceland being mentioned as a safe or green zone.

While the city itself was crawling with criminal activity and danger, the fort was probably much safer. He needed to make it there. He needed a new base, an army.

He needed to reclaim his position as the nation’s president. A place from where he could prove that his power was terrifying. Fort Graceland sounded like the ideal place for this.

In his mind, rehearsed speeches that he would give when he arrived.

"Bow before me or I will burn you all."

"If you don’t surrender, I will make all the soup freeze."

He grimaced. The second one sounded a little stupid even to his ears. But the first one, it could work. After establishing himself in Graceland, he would find a better way to survive. A better way than how he handled things at the White house.

Ceasar looked around, wondering how far he was from the fort. Would he be walking to it or driving to it? He had seen a few cars passing by. Perhaps he could hitch a ride in one.

For the next one hour, he tried to get a car to drive him to the fort and failed. In a time when trust was wearing thin, nobody was willing to risk giving a ride to a stranger. That was how people ended up dead.

Ceasar cursed and kicked the ground. If his superpower was stronger, he would have stopped the cars easily.

Grumpily, he slowly embarked on a foot journey, following all the other survivors that were walking to the fort. From what he had heard them say, it would take two weeks for them to arrive.

Ceasar knew they did not have two weeks. The sun would roast them all before that timeline was up. But unlike them, he had the means to survive.

That thought made him pause.

Yes, he could survive in any weather. He did not need Fort Graceland urgently. What he needed was Moon Raine. Only with her help could he firmly grasp a new base.

He turned around, moving away from the city. His first stop would be the Rainhounds mountain. Even though he knew Moon was no longer there, he had a feeling that they knew some of what she knew.

Ceasar smiled cunningly. The Rainhounds base would make a wonderful start for his conquering campaign. Pastor Salem was dead, according to the last information he received.

But the supplies, weapons and wealth he had stocked were still there. It made more sense to take over the Rainhounds than Graceland which was probably under the leadership of some military generals that believed in Finch.

Ceasar laughed. He could not believe that he had almost walked into a possible trap.

He drew up a new plan. After taking over the Rainhounds base, he would send out superhumans to search for Moon Raine.

He would rebuild the world with her knowledge.

Then, he would take revenge on those that threw him into the mist.