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Chapter 24
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2026-10-11 22:54:26
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Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ex-Military Wife’s Revenge Chapter 99
The quiet on the roof lasted exactly four more minutes. I was still leaning against Cole, the warmth of his body seeping through my thermal jacket, when the harsh, static-laced squawk of my encrypted tactical radio shattered the silence. It was clipped to the inside of my vest, tuned to a heavily encrypted military-band frequency I hadn’t heard broadcast on in three weeks. The sound was ugly—a grating, digital screech that cut through the howl of the wind like a knife. Cole instantly tensed, his hand dropping to the sidearm at his hip. "That's not local," he said, his voice tight. "No," I replied, already pulling the radio from my vest. The screen was glowing a faint, sickly green in the dark. "That's NORAD command band. Encrypted, but Jaxie’s old decryption algorithms are still running in the background.""Let's get inside," Cole said, his breath pluming in the freezing air. "If Command Actual is broadcasting on the open, it’s either a glitch or a doomsday protocol."We didn't wal
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ex-Military Wife’s Revenge Chapter 98
The storm had finally broken. Not completely, but the howling, apocalyptic wind had died down to a steady, biting breeze. The sky above the industrial district was a bruised, deep purple, clearing just enough to reveal a scattering of cold, distant stars. I needed to get out of the warehouse. The air inside was too thick. It was heavy with the smell of ozone, welder's smoke, and the lingering, coppery tang of blood that no amount of bleach would ever fully scrub from the concrete. I needed the cold. I needed the quiet. I needed to look at the world I had conquered and make sure it was actually real.I climbed the exterior ladder to the roof. The metal was freezing through my gloves, but I didn't care. I walked to the parapet and looked out over the Vance Settlement.The district was a graveyard of ice. The frozen husks of the ice-zombies stood like macabre statues in the streets, caught mid-stride, their crystalline armor gleaming faintly in the moonlight. The breached eastern wal
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ex-Military Wife’s Revenge Chapter 97
We held the inaugural meeting of the Vance Settlement in the commercial kitchen. It felt right. The kitchen was the heart of the warehouse. It was where the air smelled of rosemary and roasted garlic instead of cordite and copper. It was where the stainless-steel island gleamed under the warm LED lights, a stark contrast to the frozen, blood-stained concrete of the loading bay. I stood at the head of the island, a pot of fresh coffee steaming on the induction burner. The four of us were gathered around it. Maya sat on a stool, her arm freshly re-bandaged, a mug of tea cradled in her good hand. Cole leaned against the counter, his plate carrier discarded, wearing just a dark thermal shirt that clung to the hard lines of his chest. His flint-gray eyes were soft, tracking my every movement. Tyler sat at the far end, looking younger than his twenty years, but his hands were steady as he held his mug. We were battered. We were bruised. We were running on adrenaline and exhaustion. But
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ex-Military Wife’s Revenge Chapter 96
The smell of the aftermath was a distinct, ugly cocktail. It was the sharp, metallic tang of vaporized blood, the acrid bite of spent cordite, and the heavy, industrial stench of the arc welder Cole had used to seal the eastern breach. Beneath it all lay the faint, sweet rot of the ice-zombies thawing just outside the perimeter walls. I stood in the center of the loading bay, a mug of black coffee warming my bruised hands. The warehouse was quiet. Not the tense, coiled silence of a siege, but the deep, exhausted quiet of a survivor catching its breath. The internal temperature had climbed back to a steady sixty-five degrees. The CBRN scrubbers hummed their steady, reassuring rhythm. The diesel generators purred in the sub-basement. The fortress had been held. We had held.I walked slowly toward the main terminal in the command center, my boots crunching faintly on the residual debris that Tyler hadn’t yet swept up. Every muscle in my body ached. The spatial backlash from teleporti
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ex-Military Wife’s Revenge Chapter 95
The migraine was a physical entity, a rusted nail driven through my left temple. Maya's hands were steady as she cleaned the split skin on my cheekbone with an alcohol swab. The sting was sharp, grounding, pulling me back from the edge of the spatial void's backlash. "Hold still," she murmured, applying a butterfly closure. "You're lucky he didn't take your eye out.""I'm always lucky," I rasped, my voice sounding like it belonged to someone who'd been swallowing glass. Across the command center, Cole was already in his plate carrier, a heavy-duty arc welder strapped to his back. Tyler was beside him, hauling a massive, prefabricated steel plate we'd kept in reserve for exactly this kind of catastrophic breach. "Inner temp is down to forty-eight degrees and dropping," Cole reported, not looking back. "The CBRN scrubbers are working overtime, but the heat loss through that hole is massive. We need to seal it now.""Do it," I said, swinging my legs off the cot. My knees popped, and
Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ex-Military Wife’s Revenge Chapter 94
Kane moved first.He didn't lunge. He didn't charge. He just stepped forward, his knife coming in a low, lazy arc that looked almost casual. But I'd seen men die from that exact swing a hundred times. It was a feint. The real attack was the knee driving up toward my stomach a half-second later.I twisted away, the knee grazing my ribs, and brought the tomahawk around in a horizontal sweep. He ducked under it with surprising speed for a man his age, the blade whistling over his head, and came up with the shiv aimed at my throat.I parried with the haft of the tomahawk, the impact jarring my arm to the shoulder, and fired my Glock point-blank at his chest.He twisted. The round caught him in the left bicep, punching through the plate carrier's edge, and he grunted—but he didn't stop. He used the momentum of the hit to spin, driving an elbow into my jaw.My head snapped back. Stars exploded behind my eyes. Blood filled my mouth.He was good. He was very good. Twenty years of running a pris
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