All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The next twenty minutes were spent on absolute high alert. The team moved in tight formation, silently absorbing the escalating horror gripping their neighborhood. The palpable sense of destruction and fear hung heavy in the air. Down one block, a middle-aged woman wept openly, desperately holding her blood-stained husband on a front lawn. Just ahead, flashing red and blue lights illuminated a frantic scene where police officers were urgently shouting, waving their arms to force terrified civilians back inside their homes. Other families ignored the orders entirely, packing cars in a desperate bid to flee for their lives.Spotting the chaotic police blockade up ahead, Joanna made a quick executive decision. She signaled the group to veer left, leading them away from the madness and down a quieter side street lined with brick townhomes.The relative silence here felt even more ominous. As they crept past a row of units, they passed a concrete stairwell smeared with dark, wet blood. A y

With time still ticking on her thirty-minute countdown, Joanna descended like a shadow. Dropping down to the second floor, she kept the momentum going, ready to swallow every valuable resource the middle tier had left to offer.The second floor was a commercial goldmine, densely packed with shoe stores, trendy clothing boutiques, athletic sportswear outlets, cosmetic counters, body care shops, and upscale nail salons. To an ordinary survivor, it would take days of backbreaking labor to move even a fraction of this inventory. To Joanna, it was just a matter of minutes.She moved through the corridor like a devastating ghost. In the shoe stores, rows of durable hiking boots, athletic sneakers, and heavy-duty footwear vanished into her subspace alongside thousands of boxed pairs from the back stockrooms. She didn't leave a single pair behind.Moving along the hexagonal curve, she hit the cosmetics and body care shops next. Countless bars of soap, bottles of antiseptic lotions, medical-gr

Once refreshed, the team grabbed the heavy nylon bags loaded with diamonds, emeralds, watches, and precious metals. With Joanna leading the way, they slipped back through the warped, broken frame of the employee entrance, leaving the hollowed-out fortress of the mall behind.The cool night air hit them instantly. They moved quickly and quietly, keeping their flashlights clicked off to avoid drawing attention. They had managed to make it about half a block away from the perimeter when the unmistakable, wet sound of shuffling footsteps echoed down the cracked asphalt.Six zombies emerged from the shadows ahead. A few of them had been mindlessly banging against the boarded-up windows of a nearby house, the muffled, terrified gasps of survivors trapped inside audible from the porch. But the moment the creatures caught the scent of the moving group, they abandoned the house and swerved, locking onto the team with low, guttural snarls."We take them out now, fast and quiet," Joanna commande

With the immediate threat neutralized, Joanna turned on her heel and glided back through the service door into the rear room of the pet store. The survivors jumped, their faces instantly flooded with relief as they saw her walking back unharmed and completely unfazed.With a smooth wave of her hand, she reached into her storage space and pulled out three large, heavy-duty nylon duffle bags, tossing them to her crew. She locked eyes with her core team and began rattling off orders with military precision."Jake, RJ, and Allen—get these people some weapons for the trip," Joanna commanded, gesturing toward the adjoining warehouse doors. "We will be leaving for the police station in exactly twenty minutes. Once they grab whatever weapons they can comfortably carry, lead them outside. I have the van parked nearby."She then turned her gaze directly to Beckah, Ryan, and the rest of the frightened civilians. "The world outside has completely changed. You need to grab whatever supplies you ca

On any normal day, a drive to the north side of town would take a mere fifteen minutes. But navigating the reality of the apocalypse turned the short trip into a grueling, sixty-minute ordeal. The streets were choked with abandoned vehicles, wandering groups of the infected, and shattered infrastructure that forced Joanna to constantly brake, swerve, and navigate tight alleyways to keep the utility truck moving forward.As the truck engine hummed under the strain, Ryan leaned back against his seat, trying to steady his breathing. He looked over at Joanna’s focused profile and decided to break the heavy silence."I know I'm a businessman now, but I always loved living off the land," Ryan shared, his voice sounding raspy in the dim cab. "Wilderness survival has been my true passion for years. I can track animals through almost any terrain, and I can whip up a sustainable meal with nothing other than a hunting knife. I can fight some, too—not a whole lot, but I can hold my own if things