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Chapter 6: Day 89
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After transmigrating into the flood apocalypse Chapter 6: Day 89
Day 89.I wrote it at the top of a clean page, underlined it twice, and stared at it until the ink dried.It was barely dawn. I was sitting on the edge of a narrow bed in the old nursery, in a nightdress that was one size too thin for the cold, with a peacock chick curled up in the hollow of my knees and a notebook balanced on my lap. Nora's notebook. The one that had ended three days before with the words, I hope the snake finds me.I had torn out that page and burned it in the washstand. Nobody was going to hope for a snake in this room.Under Day 89, I wrote a list.SHELTER. Somewhere high, dry and hidden, with a water source.FOOD. Enough to feed a hundred people for a year.WATER. Clean. Filtered. Stored.MEDICINE. Anything Molly's family can brew.PEOPLE. The ones who will not abandon us.BEAST CORES. Currency, fuel, weapons.THE ARK. Find out who is really on the list.I looked at it for a long time.In my book, the Flood was a single, huge, spectacular set piece. Forty thousan
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After transmigrating into the flood apocalypse Chapter 2: Comments
"Nora can't die!!!""Author, I am not okay."The comments came in faster than I could read them.My name is Nora Brooks, and I am a bestselling author of fourteen novels and one very ill-advised cooking blog. At five o'clock in the morning, I was sitting at my desk with a laptop on my knees, a cold cup of tea at my elbow, and my heart doing something strange in my chest. I had just posted chapter eighty-seven of my newest novel, The Great flood apocalypse. The chapter ended with my heroine drowning.The notifications went off like popcorn."You killed her?? After everything she did for that snake???"“Snakes will always be snake… deceptive and betrayers!” Another comment came.“Gosh, she was so stupid… she deserves it.”I had never seen so many exclamation marks in my life. I scrolled, and they kept coming.The views counter was climbing too. Four thousand. Nine thousand. Eleven. By the time I finished my first sip of cold tea, the chapter had been shared in three reader groups, and s
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