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Chapter 5 — Something Is WrongChloe's POVSomething changed in April.At first, I told myself I was imagining it.After spending weeks preparing for the apocalypse, it was easy to become suspicious of everything. A cloudy sky could look like a warning. A delayed delivery could feel like the beginning of a disaster. Even a small power outage was enough to make me check the date on my calendar.But then the little things started happening too often.It began with the weather.One morning, the temperature dropped so suddenly that I had to close all my windows. It wasn't supposed to be cold that day. The weather forecast had predicted heat, yet by afternoon, people were walking around in jackets.Two days later, the heat became unbearable.The change was so sudden that everyone complained about it."Weather is becoming crazy," my neighbor said while we stood outside our apartments.I forced a smile."Maybe it's just the season."She shrugged. "It will pass."I hoped she was right.But I

Chapter 4 — StockpilingChloe's POVBy the time I left my apartment the next morning, I had a notebook in my bag, my bank card in my wallet, and a plan I had already gone over three times.I wasn't going to rush into buying everything at once.That would attract too much attention.Instead, I divided my purchases between different stores and ordered some things online. I also made sure I didn't keep everything in one place. The space had solved the problem of storage, but I still had to make my shopping look normal.Normal was important.The first place I visited was a wholesale food store.I pushed my cart between the shelves, trying not to look too excited as I picked up bags of rice, beans, flour, pasta, noodles, sugar, salt and cooking oil. I added canned tomatoes, canned fish, meat that could be properly preserved, powdered milk, cereal and snacks that wouldn't spoil easily.I stood in front of the canned food section for a while.In my previous life, canned food had become incre

Chapter 3 — Making MoneyChloe's POVThe next morning, I woke up with one thing on my mind.Money.Having the space was a huge advantage, but it wouldn't fill itself. If I wanted enough food, water, medicine, fuel, clothes, tools, and everything else I would need, I had to find a way to increase the money in my account first.Fortunately, I knew things that other people didn't.I just had to be careful.Making too much money too quickly would attract attention, and the last thing I needed was someone wondering how an ordinary woman suddenly became wealthy.I started with the company I remembered from the previous life.I searched for it online and found the stock immediately. The price was still low, exactly as I remembered. The announcement that would send it upward was still several weeks away.I stared at the screen for a while.In my previous life, I had watched people talk about this company after the price had already risen. I hadn't understood much about investing then, and eve

Chapter 2 — The SpaceChloe's POVI didn't sleep much that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the last three months of my previous life. The hunger. The fear. Daniel walking away from me without looking back.Then I would open my eyes and see the date on my phone.March 12.I was really back.The thought should have made me happy, but there was something else bothering me.How had I returned?I remembered dying. I remembered the pain and the moment everything went black. Then I had woken up in my old bedroom as if none of it had happened.There had to be a reason.I sat cross-legged on my bed and tried to remember everything from the moment before I woke up. There hadn't been anything unusual, except for a strange warmth that had spread through my body just before I opened my eyes.I closed my eyes again."Is there something I'm supposed to do?"Nothing happened.I opened them."System?"Still nothing.I almost laughed.Maybe I had watched too many apocalypse movies befo

Chapter 1 — Three Months BeforeChloe's POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence.There was no sound from the street outside, no cars passing, no voices, not even the distant barking of a dog. Three months ago, that kind of silence would have felt peaceful. Now, it meant danger.I sat on the floor of an abandoned shop with my knees pulled against my chest, holding the last bottle of water I had left.There was barely a quarter of it remaining.I stared at it for a long time before taking a small sip. My throat was painfully dry, but I forced myself to stop after one mouthful. I didn't know when I would find water again.That was how life had become.Every sip mattered. Every piece of food mattered. Even a simple bottle of water could start a fight.The apocalypse had changed everything.It had started three months ago with strange reports of people becoming violent and attacking others without reason. Then the power went out. Communication systems began failing. Stores were empti