All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Joanna stared at the glaring red numbers on her laptop screen. Over twenty million dollars gone in just a few weeks. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, a cold sweat breaking out on her neck. Am I going to have to start maxing out credit cards?Across the kitchen counter, Jolie finished the last of her post-workout breakfast. Joanna looked up, forcing her mind away from the bleeding bank account. In just a few weeks, the physical change in Jolie was undeniable. Her shoulders were broader, her posture straighter, and her baseline stats were climbing daily. Better yet, she possessed an elite focus; nothing escaped Jolie’s eagle eyes, and she had already caught two vendors trying to shortchange them on supplies."Jolie, sit down for a second," Joanna said, waving her over. "I need to run something by you."Jolie set down her empty plate, grabbed a mug of steaming green tea, and slid onto the barstool across from Joanna. "Alright. What’s on your mind?"Joanna took a breath, turning the

Once Jolie finished logging the final serial number, they locked up the warehouse and drove to a seafood restaurant a few blocks away for lunch. After parking, they stepped into a laid-back, cozy dining room. They had never eaten here before, but the glowing online reviews convinced them to give it a shot.A hostess gestured toward the back, and they began walking toward a quiet corner table. But as they passed a booth near the center of the room, Joanna froze.Seated at the table was a tall, strikingly handsome man with light brown hair, dark, brooding eyes, and a sharp, square jawline. But it wasn't the man who made Joanna’s heart stop. It was the elegant woman sitting right next to him.Rachel Jensen.Joanna forced herself to sit down at her own table, but internally, her emotions were a chaotic riot. If that really is Rachel, I just struck gold.In her dreams of the apocalypse, Joanna had encountered Rachel several times during supply runs with Drew. Back then, Rachel went by "RJ.

Jolie was well-accustomed to Joanna’s sudden bouts of exhaustion. While she didn't know exactly what Joanna did behind closed doors, she knew the routine by heart: it was always quiet, and she was never, under any circumstances, to disturb Joanna when she retreated to her bedroom.Joanna walked into her room, locked the door, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Breathing deeply, she pushed her remaining mental strength to enter her storage realm. Because she was so fatigued, the transition took much longer than usual, but her consciousness finally broke through.Inside the space, the newly acquired shipping container sat exactly where she had positioned it. She nodded in satisfaction. At least it went where she wanted it to go. Dragging her heavy feet, she peeled off her clothes and stumbled into the warm, glowing waters of her spirit pond.She scooped up a few handfuls of the water and drank deeply, feeling her mind slowly begin to clear. The soothing energy of the spring wrapped ar

What Jolie didn't know was that Joanna wasn't planning on winning anything. When Thanksgiving weekend arrived and the world fell into chaotic panic, while everyone else barricaded themselves inside waiting for a government rescue that would never come, Joanna planned to break into these very malls and take everything they needed.They climbed back into the rented van. Joanna pulled out the jewelry clerk's business card and handed it to Jolie.“I need you to call the number on the back of that later,” Joanna said, starting the engine. “We need to fish for information.”Jolie frowned, flipping the card over. “Who is this?”“The necklace I was looking at was commissioned for a woman named Megan Foster,” Joanna explained, navigating the van out of the crowded parking lot. “In my... dreams, I knew her. She was supposed to be a major player later on. But the jeweler says she died in a hiking accident. It doesn't add up.”Jolie stared at her, listening intently.“Call the husband,” Joanna in

Outside the glass partition, Joanna leaned casually against the office doorframe, though she caught the low, rhythmic murmur of Jolie and Allen's voices from within. Rachel leaned against the adjacent wall, crossing her arms.“I’m still curious,” Rachel admitted, looking at the bricks of cash being counted. “What does a person do with millions of dollars of unrefined, raw stone? Most buyers won't touch it until it's cut and polished.”Joanna smiled faintly, staring out into the empty warehouse. “Call it an investment for good luck in the future.”Rachel raised an eyebrow, a skeptical amusement in her eyes. “You must be expecting some terrible luck to buy a mountain of jade for protection.”Joanna cleared her throat and turned her full attention to Rachel. The warmth left her expression, replaced by a cold, absolute certainty.“I believe everyone should be preparing right now,” Joanna said, her voice dropping to a quiet, unsettling whisper. “Because there is an entire world of bad luck