Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

Allen looked to the left freezing in place, and Joanna turned. Marching straight towards Joanna was Julian, and dominant commanding pressure was radiating off him. His jaw was clenched, his brow was furrowed, and sharp, crackling sparks of blue electricity were dancing aggressively across his shoulders with every step he took.Julian marched right up to the group, his teeth gritted, and blue sparks snapping off his tailored jacket."Where is he?" Julian demanded, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I just got back to base and heard some slick-talking idiot named Dani or whatever slick man loves you and is bringing you gifts. Where is he, Joanna?"Joanna stared at him, completely speechless. Behind her, Jake covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, while Allen subtly stepped backward.

Joanna turned to Jake. "Where is everyone on leveling up?""Other than Raven and Allen, we are all level three," Jake replied. "We have enough cores for Allen and Raven to hit level three too."Joanna let out a long breath and smiled. "Good work! I was worried with how fast everything is happening. But I need my team better than any man, zombie, animal, or plant out there."Everyone around the table nodded in serious agreement.Just then, Briggs and Will stepped back into the tent. Their faces were solemn, completely stripping away the lighter mood in the room."Joanna," Briggs said, his tone heavy. "We need to talk."He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Jake and Julian. The

The tension at the edge of the woods broke, leaving a wave of barely suppressed snickers floating in the sweltering air. Dante the pigeon president sat on the far end of his branch, aggressively smoothing down his feathers in a dramatic huff of wounded political dignity. Julian stood rigidly beside Joanna, a silent, dark-eyed sentinel warning the avian dictator against any further boundary violations with a single, icy glare.Joanna rolled her eyes at the escalating poultry politics and shook her head. "Raven," she directed, her tone completely deadpan. "Tell the President it’s best if he leaves the premises as soon as he is done laying his eggs. I’ll be back to check on his reproductive progress in a few hours."Turning her back on the offended bird, Joanna addressed her group. "Look, I leveled up to fourteen, and my storage space is glitching out

 "Let's go see!" Joanna was already on her feet. They followed her out to the warehouse—a wide, cool space smelling of concrete and charged air. She glanced back, fingers outstretched. "Jake, the pad."He handed it over. She flicked through a few screens; the panel chimed softly. There it was: the renewal function, newly installed.The room’s capacity was staggering. It could restore any object—up to the size of a small home—to its original state, provided it fit within her storage space. There was even a search function; no need to place items inside physically.Julian snatched a water glass from a nearby table and hurled it against the far wall. It shattered.Joanna pressed the button.T

Joanna didn’t hesitate. She stared at Dante on the perch who was almost eye level with her, her voice cold and absolute. “No. I am not transport-shipping an entire federation of pigeons across the wasteland. You’re staying here.”Dante let out a low, tragic ruffle of his feathers, sinking down on his perch like a deflated balloon.Raven winced at the rejection, but she turned back to the giant bird, mentally explaining the reality of the situation. Dante listened, tilting his head from side to side, before letting out a series of softer, sharp coos.Raven paused, translating the bird's counter-offer. She looked up at Joanna. “Dante says let him at least go with you to Westridge tonight. He and his federation only ask for those lovely nesting boxes in the storage space, and in turn, he w