All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Joanna looked behind her seeing Jake, Jolie, and Julian small smiles on their faces.Jake blinked at the barren field, then looked at Joanna’s empty hand. "Well, that definitely beats renting a U-Haul."Joanna rolls her eyes, a smile touching her lips as she leads them to the edge of the barren field. "Wait in the villa, but keep your weapons on you. I might pull you out for a fight."They nod, and with a flicker of her will, they vanish. Alone, she faces west into the late afternoon light. Her jog becomes a sprint, and then she disappears from the road, already miles ahead.This is the test she's been waiting for. She breaks into a run, launching herself forward so the world blurs. A

 Joanna lowered her hands, her eyes scanning the dark, hollowed-out service bays. "Clear the perimeter," she ordered in a low whisper. "Afterwards, I will see if there’s any fuel left in those underground tanks. If we can salvage it, I'm draining it.""On it," Jake murmured, stepping forward.Before they could take a single step toward the pumps, the silence shattered.The rotted plywood boarding up the gas station windows didn't just break—it exploded. Eight figures lunged into the fading twilight, moving with a speed that defied their bulk. They weren't shamblers. Corded muscle strained against bruised gray skin, and their eyes burned with a feral yellow hunger. The creatures split with terrifying coordination, five barreling toward Julian and Joanna, three surging at Jake and Jolie. The a

Joanna quietly takes measure of her yard. Two old, beat-up sedans sits near the tree line. A heap of trash festers in the corner. They’ve been using her property for maybe a week. A cold, methodical rage builds inside her. There are two options: run them off and risk them returning, or eliminate the threat permanently. She decides on the latter.She looks over at the team. “I am going to teleport under and surprise them. You three get the hatch open and come down when I give the signal.”Jolie looks a little worried. “Be careful, boss!”She nods and teleports underground. The layout is the same as her other containers, so she materializes inside the back chamber looking from inside her space. Any minute, her teammates will come down through the front hatch.

 Joanna immediately locked eyes with Fletcher. He looked so different it was hard to recognize him. Unlike the dark hallway, this room was flooded with the warm, flickering glow of several lanterns.Fletcher sat sprawled in a plush hotel chair, dressed entirely in dark clothing. He looked a little feverish, sweat glistening on his forehead, and he was noticeably younger than she remembered him. One of his hands was wrapped tightly in a heavily blood-stained towel. Despite his injury, he regarded her with an intense, unwavering gaze."Hello, little dove."Joanna froze. He had called her that in her dream premonition, too. But this time, his voice was smooth and clear—not the rough, gravelly rasp that would later define him. Seeing him with both of his arms intact, looking so young and unburdened by

 Joanna and her crew teleported back to the property with an hour to spare before Briggs and the convoy arrived. She immediately set the crew to work clearing the yard, while Jolie headed underground to tidy the bunker. Ryan and her team would still face days of heavy cleaning ahead, but it would be good enough for now to keep everyone warm and comfortable.One brilliant feature Joanna had included when designing the underground bunkers was a modular, building-block system. Because they lacked the time to excavate a new pit, Joanna placed the second bunker directly on top of the underground one. With a few quick adjustments, she connected its bottom hatch to the lower unit's ceiling. The modification instantly expanded their living space and doubled their capacity for supply storage.With the structures secured, the rest of the yard took shape rapi