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Chapter 83: What They Want
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2026-10-26 12:44:06
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POV: ALEXPhina trusts her because they share a history. I don’t trust her because she is asking questions no ordinary survivor would ask.I stood in the shadowed corner of the logistics staging area, watching through the reinforced glass of the partition as Chloe calmly helped sort dry rations with our supply team. She smiled easily, chatting with James about pre-apocalypse construction standards while her hands moved methodically through the inventory bins. On the surface, she looked like the textbook definition of a welcome refugee, harmless, cooperative, and grateful.But survival in a dead world had taught me a fundamental truth: the most dangerous threats never kicked down the front door. They knocked politely, smiled, and memorized where you hid your keys.While Phina was willing to let her guard down because of old corporate ties and shared memories from Hastings Global, my medical training and tactical instincts screamed at me to look closer. People didn't survive two years o
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POV: PHINAThe woman standing at my gate is someone I haven’t seen in years, and I don’t know whether to hug her or point a gun at her.The heavy iron portcullis of Gate One ground to a halt as it opened a crack, revealing a small, freezing cluster of refugees huddled against the blowing snow. Standing at the front of the group, wrapped in a tattered goose-down coat with frost clinging to her eyelashes, was Chloe.My breath hitched. In my pre-apocalypse life, Chloe had been my closest confidante during the frantic months before the collapse, a sharp-witted corporate architect who had laughed at my anxieties over dinner parties while we debated real estate trends. I hadn't seen her since the winter the world ended."Phina?" she called out, her voice cracking with exhaustion and raw disbelief as she peered through the reinforced glass of the security bubble. "Oh, thank God... Phina, it's really you!"Marcus looked at me, waiting for the command. Every survival instinct I had honed told
REBORN BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE: MY EX BEGS FOR MERCY Chapter 84: The Map
POV: ALEXThe map wasn’t showing places to hide. It’s showing places where someone expected people to survive.The harsh white glare of the tactical table in Sector A illuminated the heavy, oilskin-wrapped map Mr. Hastings had left behind. I bent over the yellowed parchment, my eyes tracing the clean, precise ink lines marking coordinates across the northeastern corridor.Unlike the crude, desperate scavenging routes scrawled by modern survivors, her grandfather’s map was a masterclass in long-term infrastructure planning. Every circle corresponded to an old state-backed emergency facility, a reinforced subterranean shelter, an advanced regional medical center, or an agricultural research station tied into an independent power grid."They aren't just random redoubts," I murmured, using a magnifying loupe to inspect the fine print near the northern border. "Look at the telemetry codes. These facilities were designed to cross-communicate via hardwired underground fiber trunks, completel
REBORN BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE: MY EX BEGS FOR MERCY Chapter 83: What They Want
POV: PHINAI thought they wanted my food. I was wrong.The cold static of the radio terminal lingered in the staging area like a threat, the words of the Vanguard tactical transmission repeating in my head over and over again.(Find the secondary terminal before Vanguard Command arrives.)(We know Phina Hastings is holding the central key.)I stood beside Alex, my hands pressed against the cold metal edge of the examination table. The realization hit me like a physical blow. The Apex Vanguard hadn't launched an explosive breach through my eastern wall to plunder my grain silos or seize my medical bays. They hadn't lost half a strike team for diesel fuel.They were hunting for something far more specific: a legacy built long before the sky turned white and the oceans froze solid."The Hastings vault," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the hum of the auxiliary generator. "They aren't looking for survivor rations, Alex. They're looking for my grandfather's lost records."Alex st
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POV: ALEXThe enemy doesn’t just know Phina has supplies, they know exactly who she is.The staging area in Sector B was bathed in harsh overhead LED floodlights, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor where the equipment salvaged from the dead Vanguard raiders had been laid out. I stood over the stainless steel examination table, wearing thick rubber gloves, systematically analyzing every scrap of gear.I called in Sergeant Vance and the two surviving perimeter guards who had engaged the strike team at the breach."Walk me through their movements again," I said, my voice steady, clinical, and methodical as I held up a recovered tactical radio unit. "Don't skip a single detail.""They didn't move like scavengers or a gang of desperate refugees, Dr. Hart," Vance replied, his shoulder tightly bandaged as he leaned against the table. "They advanced in a classic two-man bounding fire team formation. They called out target sectors using military brevity codes, and when the
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POV: PHINASmoke was rising from my home, and I knew immediately that whoever attacked Highland Crest Manor came prepared.The BearCat tore through the valley pass, its heavy tires screaming against the ice as Marcus slammed on the brakes right outside Gate One. The massive exterior reinforced-steel wall, which I had designed to withstand artillery fire, was charred black along the lower east seam. Pungent cordite hung thick in the freezing air, mixing with billowed black smoke pouring from the guard barracks.We scrambled out of the transport before it had even fully stopped, our rifles raised.Inside the courtyard, chaos was mercifully under control, but the signs of a brutal, coordinated assault were everywhere. Guards were applying compression bandages to wounded survivors near the transport bay, while Edwin stood calmly at the central security console, directing the orderly evacuation of vulnerable residents and children down into the secure subterranean bunker.My blood ran cold
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