Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

"You're a soldier, Briggs, but right now you're acting like a broken one," Joanna said, her voice cutting through the bleak silence of the room. "You ask what's left to do? You are a deadly blade. In a world this broken, a blade doesn't just rust away because the hand that held it is gone. You find a purpose, and you cut down anything that stands in the way of survival."Briggs looked up, the hollow look in his eyes flickering as she spoke. Will shifted silently in the back, listening intently."High command is dead, but your men are still alive because they trust you," Joanna continued, her tone dropping into a steady, confident command. "Don't waste them on a hopeless fight for a fallen system. Build your base under me. I have the resources, I have the foresight, and I have the gear to make Evercrest a fortress that can actually survive this winter. You bring

Joanna looked down at the atrium, then back at Briggs. Her smirk widened, a cold gleam of appreciation in her eyes. She hadn't expected the commander to be quite so cutthroat, and she liked it."Ruthless. Who knew you held grudges so well," she whispered, her voice laced with genuine approval. "Let's starve him out."Briggs nodded wearing his standard cold demeanor again and checked his watch, the glowing face showing the minutes ticking down ruthlessly toward dawn. "We have less than twenty minutes before the light hits the street.” They split the remaining two wings with lethal efficiency. Joanna flickered from store to store like a ghost in the dark, her hands brushing past the high-value inventory. Within minutes, entire rows of hunting gear, heavy winter boots, and rows of thermal outerwear vanished

Joanna reached into the empty air once more, pulling out a sleek water flask filled with her rejuvenating spring water. She held it out to him, her eyes locking onto his. "I don't know if you will ever get a super power, Briggs, but I can tell you the chance of awakening is higher if you drink this." She deliberately kept the details vague, withholding the science and the origin of the water. This was a calculated test—she wanted to see if he truly trusted her now that their bond had settled.Sure enough, Briggs wasn't phased. Without a single trace of hesitation or suspicion, he took the flask and drank deeply.A second later, his eyes widened. He gripped the metal flask tighter, a sudden shockwave of vitality rushing through his veins. The lingering fatigue from their frantic raid vanished instantly, r

"They're trying to starve us!" the crowd roared, unleashing a chaotic wall of fire.In the middle of the crossfire, Alice’s face contorted with calculated rage. Dodging a spray of bullets that shattered the concrete pillar beside her, she sprinted hard toward the back of the parking lot. She threw herself behind a sleek, black sedan with heavily tinted windows—Elliot’s getaway car.Up on the roof, Joanna watched her sister reach safety, a tight knot of tension releasing in her chest.Down below, the street became a war zone of muzzle flashes and screaming civilians. Realizing he was losing control of his ambush, Jax fired his chrome revolver into the air, his voice booming over the carnage."Screw the crowd!" Jax bellowed, ducking behind an armored SUV.

They moved down several flights, checking the silent, ransacked apartments for signs of life. Four floors down, the smell of woodsmoke filled the hallway. Five filthy survivors stepped out from a unit, armed with pipes and machetes, their faces twisted with malice."Well, look what the rain dragged in," the scarred leader sneered, spitting on the carpet. "Hand over the tactical gear and the girl, military boy, or we paint the walls with you."Joanna stepped forward, keeping her hands visible and her voice perfectly calm. "We don't want any trouble. We only want an empty apartment to rest out of the rain. We'll be gone by morning, and we won't touch a thing."The leader threw his head back and laughed, a nasty, hollow sound that echoed down the corridor. "You think you get a vote? Look around you. This is our block.