Semua Bab Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Bab 101 - Bab 110

After leaving Ryan, Danielle, and young Josiah to rest in their slightly furnished ground-floor apartment, Joanna and Jake made their way up the concrete stairwell. The echo of their boots faded as they stepped into the second-floor unit to debrief with the rest of the crew.Joanna immediately went to work in her own upstairs space, pulling a set of couches from her pocket dimension storage space. She placed them into the living room, arranging them so the core team finally had some furnishings to sit on. Even though she had just fully outfitted Ryan's place downstairs with a dining table, beds, and kitchen essential stock, she was not ready to share the true, massive scale of her storage space ability with Ryan and his family just yet. Allen grabbed Joanna’s tactical gear and the heavy duffel bags they had brought back, setting them down safely in

A murmur of awe rippled through the room as the team passed the crystals around. RJ looked amazed, holding her core to the light. "How did you get these? Did you harvest them by hand?"With a fluid flick of her wrist, Joanna snatched the core out of RJ's hand, making it vanish and rematerialize in her own palm."I've been practicing mastering my space," Joanna explained. "Any dead zombie within a thousand square feet, I can automatically search. Not every zombie has one, but many do. It saves me from digging them out manually."Julian's eyes widened. "So while we were running over zombies last night, you were actively pulling these out?""Exactly," Joanna nodded. "But absorbing them is hard to master. I've never done it before, but I remember an ability user in my dream

Rachel raised her hands slowly, keeping her voice incredibly soft and steady. "Hey, just take a breath. We aren't here to fight you, and we don't want to steal everything you have. We just need to survive, just like you."Jolie nodded, stepping up beside Rachel to lock eyes with the trembling young man. "She's right. Look at us, we're just people trying to make it through the day. There's a whole horde of monsters right outside that door. If we start fighting each other in here, nobody walks out alive. Let's just talk about this."The young man's grip on the machete faltered slightly as he listened to their calm voices, his panicked eyes darting between Rachel and Jolie. Rachel held the crazed man’s eyes and he slowly started moving the machete away from Danielle. No one seemed to notice this but Rachel was nodding slowly.

Satisfied with the storage upgrade, Joanna decided to leave the configuration of the rest of the warehouse to Jolie and Uncle Nate. The new level-13 blueprint revealed a highly advanced automated livestock feature capable of feeding, automatically milking cattle and harvesting meat from the farm quadrant. She knew the two of them would be perfect for organizing that section.Before leaving the screen system, however, a new, mysterious section caught her eye at the bottom of the monitor. It was labeled: Mutated World Identification System. Intrigued, Joanna reached out and clicked on the icon. Instantly, a bold red message flashed across the interface: Access Denied. Below it, smaller blue text blinked:

10 seconds later, the door swung open slowly. A young woman looking no more than 17 stood there. Joanna's brow furrowed slightly; didn't Mrs. Klein live alone? Suspicion crept in, but Joanna kept her expression neutral as she introduced herself and offered the bag of groceries.The girl introduced herself as Willow and explained that Mrs. Klein was her grandmother. Last night, Willow and her parents had set out across the city to rescue the elderly woman, but her parents were killed by zombies along the way. Willow had barely made it here alive. Shaking, the teenager invited Joanna inside for safety.Stepping into the apartment, Joanna saw Mrs. Klein lying on the sofa. The elderly woman had a dangerously high fever, flushed skin, and shallow breathing. Willow explained that she had been caring for her grandmother all night, but the older woman refused to wake u