All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Joanna turned her sharp gaze to the man who commanded such instant, unyielding respect. Commander Briggs was a striking, imposing presence, standing well over six feet five inches tall with the broad, powerful build of a linebacker. He was exceptionally handsome and a lot younger than Joanna thought, but his features were carved from ice—sharp, chiseled, and completely devoid of warmth. He wore a rugged combat uniform that bore the scuffs and stains of real field deployment; this was no pristine suit worn by a paper-pushing bureaucrat. Every line of his posture, from the way his gloved hands rested near his sidearms to the fluid, silent way he carried his massive frame, marked him as a seasoned assassin. He radiated a perfectly calm and deadly aura, the mark of someone who had survived countless frontline conflicts long before the world fell apart.Commander Briggs swept his cold, observant gaze acro

"How many men do you have?" Joanna asked, her voice tight and analytical."A little under a hundred." Briggs answered, keeping his stature rigid and professional."There are at least two hundred and fifty people living in that garage," Joanna countered flatly, watching his expression carefully.Briggs gave a slow, somber nod as the heavy math sank in. "If that's true... we couldn't handle that amount of people. An evacuation or a confrontation of that size would cause massive operational issues for my squad."Joanna leaned in, locking her eyes directly onto his icy gaze. "Think about it, Commander. If your unit pushes into their territory to take those supplies, and a fight breaks out between your men and two hundred and fifty desperate civilians, what do you think is go

The living room emptied instantly as the residents scattered back to their respective apartments to frantically pack their lives into cardboard boxes and duffel bags. Once the heavy oak door clicked shut, leaving only her tight-knit core group, Joanna turned to face them, her demeanor shifting into full logistical command."You guys head into the storage space and pull out everything you'll need for the journey, and absorb cores." Joanna instructed, her voice low and efficient. "Uncle Nate, Jolie—check the warehouse setup inside as well. Make sure the inventory is organized before the main haul tomorrow. I need to have a quick conversation with Caleb before I join you guys."Without waiting for a reply, Joanna focused her mind on her level 13 storage space. With a practiced, effortless flick of her wrist, the air around her team distorted for a fraction o

They jumped back in the storage space, the reality around them blurring before solidifying into the metallic, sprawling interior of the warehouse. Joanna left Jolie to her programming, walking in the villa to check on the rest of the crew.Joanna scanned the villa and saw everyone was freshly showered and packing food for the trip. For the crew heading to the safe house, Joanna updated them about Jolie’s tablet, explaining that getting food and supplies on the road would be a lot easier now. A wave of relief washed over the room, and everyone smiled, the tension of the upcoming haul lifting slightly.Joanna stepped out into the quiet living room section. She spotted Allen off alone in the corner, looking visibly sad as he stared down at his hands.Joanna walked over and stood beside him. "What's on your mind,

"Jolie," Joanna called out, looking over at her prepper expert. "We should have a decent amount of water at the shelter, but I have several large jugs of my spiritual water. It will help everyone out while I am away. Make sure you pack that for tomorrow."Jolie nodded, her tablet already in hand as she logged the spiritual water into her live warehouse inventory."Tonight, you guys sleep in sleeping bags," Joanna added, setting her empty bowl down and looking around at the team. "I will handle packing up everything else in this area. When the soldiers come, go downstairs with us to meet them.”They finished cleaning the remaining dishes in quiet, synchronized efficiency. Once the counters were wiped down, Joanna centered her mind and, with a swift flick of her wrist, pulled them out of the storage space.