All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The convoy continued its slow, agonizing crawl through the choked streets. After half an hour of tense silence, Julian let out a low, guttural grunt from the back seat.Joanna snapped her gaze to the rearview mirror. Strands of bright blue electricity were visibly dancing across Julian's skin, crackling softly against the fabric of his jacket. His eyes flashed with a momentary spark, and his face looked incredibly fierce in the dim light of the cabin.He took a deep breath, the current settling back beneath his skin, and looked up with a wide grin. "I did it, Joanna. I got to level two."Joanna stared at him, impressed by the raw power radiating from the back row. A smirk crossed her face. "Nice work, Captain Crispy!"The tension in the van instantly evaporated. Everyone

The convoy crawled through the choked streets for another grueling hour, nearing the outer rim of the city. Aurora was violently fractured down the middle. One half of the skyline was a roaring furnace of unchecked structural fires, turning the clouds into a canopy of glowing orange ash. The other half was plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness. From the surrounding shadows, a relentless symphony of guttural snarls and shuffling footsteps vibrated off the concrete walls.The convoy finally veered off the highway, pulling into a sprawling, dilapidated gas station engulfed in darkness. The heavy diesel engines idled down into a low rumble. Will ran straight up to the van, tapping urgently on Joanna's window."We’re holding here for thirty minutes," Will said, his breath plumbing in the cold. "The men need to eat, and we have to siphon fuel to top off t

A lone, incredibly battered sedan turned into the dark gas station. Its passenger-side headlight was completely missing, and the single remaining bulb was taped together, flickering like a dying flashlight. The car let out a massive, embarrassing backfire—BANG!—that made half the soldiers jump out of their boots, before it squealed to a halt right by the pumps.Every rifle in the perimeter raised in terrified unison toward the mysterious, coughing metal box.The door of the sedan groaned open. A lone figure stepped out into the headlights, dressed completely in fitted, tactical black civilian clothes. He looked effortlessly, undeniably hot, possessing a raw charisma despite the thin layer of soot smudged across his sharp jawline.

Joanna twisted the cap off her bottle, taking a long drink of crisp spring water. Settling into the rear seat of the armored truck, she adjusted her position. Commander Briggs sat right beside her in the dim tactical light, while Will kept his eyes glued to the dark road ahead.With the rumble of the diesel engine masking their voices, Joanna and Briggs leaned in close to talk quietly."We can't let Galen ride out the clock," Briggs murmured, his low baritone dropping into a cold whisper. "If we drive straight into the Eldon bottleneck, he'll trip the trap. I'm going to pull the convoy into a short detour at the old meat processing plant just ahead. We’ll overtake Galen there, isolate him, and question him."The moment the word detour

Joanna stepped out of the office building into the freezing night air. The soldiers stood scattered across the asphalt over the heaps of dead zombies. Moving past them, Joanna casually flicked her wrists, absorbing all the glowing zombie cores off the pavement and vanishing them into her spatial storage.Her analytical eyes scanned the lot, instantly noticing that Briggs and Galen were gone.She walked straight to the van. "Julian," Joanna ordered. "Go through that office building. Check it for supplies." Julian nodded, walking back to Rachel and Kailee to coordinate the sweep.Joanna tracked a set of heavy boot prints toward the steel warehouse. Slipped through the rolling doors, she found an interior lined with processing machinery and stacks of animal feed bags.Deep