Chapter 397
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It would've been good to give this brave soldier a proper funeral, even a formal ceremony at Arington. But now, there literally wasn't enough time for that. And the crowd soon descended upon his corpse. Noone could afford to let this meal go to waste. Eve wanted to stop them, but she knew they'd rip her to shreds. So many dead bodies, she knew that George Mason was responsible for many of them. He'd poisoned the rations, made her an accessory without even knowing it. Her old hatred of George Mason came back. All the horrile things he'd done, all the suffering at St Patrick's. Eve had allowed herself to forget, to let that man touch her. Eve figured she was damned, but maybe she could do one good thing before she went to Hell. She could end George Mason there first.
Before 2/4 Eve had found a certain beauty in worn-out buildings, even old trees and vines covering buildings. Perhaps that was based partly on the idea that it was unusual, that there were newer, cleaner buildings fairly close to it. But now, most buildings seemed run down, covered in grafitti or vines. As Eve walked towards the White House she read the grafitti on buildings. One simply said "6:66." This might've been a reference to the mark of the beast. Or it might've been a quote from the Koran, Sura 6 verse 66. It said "To every prophecy is a set time. And by and by ye shall know it." This quote could be good or bad. The final quote, near the White House, said "Abandon al hope ye who enter here."
As she approached the White House Eve wondered if they'd shoot her on sight. She knew her lips were too red, she was an obvious cannibal. And she was here to murder the president. That seemed okay with Eve, let them just shoot her like the animal that she was. But there was no security. If noone was guarding the president, things were even worse than Eve thought. Despite what her mission was, this actually made Eve sad. There were dead bodies all over the White House. Some scavengers were stealing from corpses, likely they were hoping to do some last-day trading, desperately trying to buy the last un-tainted food. Eve counted the bullets in her gun, five left. This could make a god weapon, and also insure she wasn't taken alive.