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The lead security guard didn't hesitate. He swung our apartment door open wide, his tactical rifle raised and locked dead-center on the hallway.

"Clear," he barked into his comms.

Stepping out into the hallway felt like walking straight into the mouth of hell. The air was thick with a metallic tang of fresh blood and ozone. Just a few feet away, Mr. Henderson—our usually quiet, elderly neighbor from 3B—was hunched violently over the staircase banister.

His skin had taken on a sickly, ash-grey p
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  • Apocalypse Restoration: Reborn and I Ate My Way Back to the    16

    Julian walked up behind Chloe, wrapping his arms around her waist and sliding his hands over her hips, burying his face in her neck with a low, amused chuckle."She really thinks she's somebody now just because she bought a nice suit," Julian sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "She was always such a pathetic, naive loser. Remember how easy it was to get her to do our midterms?""God, yes," Chloe laughed, a cruel, ringing sound that filled the dirty apartment. "She was such an idiot from the very beginning! A pathetic loner with no friends. The second I showed her a tiny shred of fake kindness back in freshman year ,she was wrapped right around my finger. Doing my homework, typing up my entire thesis, giving me her allowance, even taking out loans for my tuition when I spent my rent money on clothes!"

  • Apocalypse Restoration: Reborn and I Ate My Way Back to the    15

    Seeing the raw, desperate terror in my eyes, Mom didn't ask another question. She whipped out her phone with shaking fingers, repeatedly dialing Dad's number, praying for his line to go through amid the collapsing cellular networks.While Mom frantically tried to reach Dad, I pulled out my own phone to call the head contractor at my Hudson Valley site. My heart pounded against my ribs like a sledgehammer."Hello?! Miss Spears?!" the contractor yelled over the line, background noise of shouting and heavy machinery blaring into my ear. "Miss Spears, the news is saying there's an emergency advisory, but our crews are still breaking bedrock—""Stop work immediately! Send everyone home right now!" I shouted into the mic, wiping a tear from my cheek. "Leave the heavy machinery, lock the perimeter gates, and get your men to their families ASAP! The site is closed until further notice!"I hung up, burying my face in my hands for a brief second. Four months. I was supposed to have four whole m

  • Apocalypse Restoration: Reborn and I Ate My Way Back to the    14

    The lead security guard didn't hesitate. He swung our apartment door open wide, his tactical rifle raised and locked dead-center on the hallway."Clear," he barked into his comms.Stepping out into the hallway felt like walking straight into the mouth of hell. The air was thick with a metallic tang of fresh blood and ozone. Just a few feet away, Mr. Henderson—our usually quiet, elderly neighbor from 3B—was hunched violently over the staircase banister.His skin had taken on a sickly, ash-grey pallor, and black, rope-like veins bulged violently across his neck.As the sound of our boots echoed, his head snapped around 180 degrees with a sickening crack. His eyes were completely milky-white, pupils blown wide, baring teeth stained deep crimson."Aghhh!" Mom choked out, clapping both hands over her mouth to stifle a scream as she buried her face into my shoulder.Before Mr. Henderson could launch his decayed body toward us, Marcus stepped past the lead guard.Two muted, suppressed cracks

  • Apocalypse Restoration: Reborn and I Ate My Way Back to the    13

    My father was a senior police officer. When the infected started tearing people apart in the streets in an hour, his precinct would be ground zero for emergency dispatches. He was going to walk straight into the slaughterhouse."Maybe it really is just a drill, Miss Spears," Steve murmured softly from beside me. But when I turned to look at him, his blue eyes were grim, dark, and utterly devoid of conviction. He didn't believe his own words for a second."Trust me... it's not," I choked out, wiping tears from my cheeks.Panicking about my Queens warehouse, I pulled up the security app on my phone and rang my head supervisor, Artie."Artie! Look at me!" I commanded, my voice trembling. "I need

  • Apocalypse Restoration: Reborn and I Ate My Way Back to the    12

    Steve knew something was coming, he knew about a biological collapse, air filtration, and survival, but he didn't know the exact horrific details.Unlike the web novels I used to skim, I didn't get gifted a handy floating System overlay when I regressed. I had no magical status screens, no cheat codes, and no game guide.All I had was my weird, stomach-churning digestion superpower and the brutal, real-life trauma of having lived through the first six months of the apocalypse.My knowledge was limited to what I had personally witnessed before my death, but compared to him? I was a walking cheat code."You talk about spores and grey skies," I said softly, crossing my arms over my charcoal suit, watching the color slowly shift in his eyes. "But you have no idea what those spores actually do to a human body once they inhale them, do you?"He was about to answer when the shrill, nerve-shredding screech of the National Emergency Broadcast blared simultaneously from every device in the vehi

  • Apocalypse Restoration: Reborn and I Ate My Way Back to the    11

    An hour later…The heavy steel side door of the Queens facility hummed quietly as Marcus bypassed the electronic lock with a master override key. I stepped into the vast, cavernous warehouse, my polished Oxford shoes echoing against the sealed concrete floor.The air inside smelled faintly of ozone, fresh engine grease, and dried grain. “What the hell is this place?”It was like a fortress, not the same grade as my fortress under the mountain but this one…it's enough to survive a family.I stopped in my tracks, my eyes taking in the sheer, staggering scale of what lay before me.Towering rows of industrial steel shelving stretched nearly thirty feet toward the ceiling, stacked end-to-end with nitrogen-sealed Mylar drums, pallets of canned goods, water purification crates, and commercial solar arrays.In the far corner sat four industrial dual-fuel generators, quiet for now, alongside sealed fuel bladders capable of holding thousands of gallons of gasoline.Near the loading bay, two ar

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