Todos los capítulos de Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Capítulo 301 - Capítulo 310

"Listen up, because I won't go easy on you," Brad sneered, tapping his stained clipboard against his thigh as Briggs, RJ, Will, and Joanna stepped into the lobby. He looked them up and down, his nose wrinkling in disgust before cutting them down in a vicious, condescending voice. "You're only here because of Fletcher. Don't think you will ever amount to much in this base. Out here, handouts don't exist. Fifteen cores must be turned in by the group daily, and they must be level two or higher."RJ frowned and asked, "I thought any cores would be accepted?"Brad shut her up viciously, glaring right into her face. "Anything after fifteen level two cores, you keep! Don't give me level ones or they don't count! Cores buy rations, or you can trade things you manage to scavenge. If you don't bring back the count by nightfall, you starve."Before Briggs could respond, the heavy door to the upper stairwell creaked open. Five survivors slowly came down into the lobby. They were incredibly dirty

The wooden floorboards violently splintered as a massive, hideously deformed Level 4 zombie crashed upward into the laundromat. It possessed savage strength, its muscles bulging beneath frostbitten skin as it let out a deafening, guttural roar. Immediately behind it, a swarm of twelve giant mutated rats—each looking to weigh about twenty pounds—scrambled out of the dark hole, their yellow teeth gnashing and red eyes glowing.Wendy’s team reacted instantly, but instead of forming a unified front against the main threat, they immediately focused all their firepower on the rodents. Edward raised stone barriers to trap three rats, while Chase and Cory aggressively swung their pipes to crush them. Samantha threw streams of water to freeze the remaining ones in place.To Joanna, the tactical movement was incredibly transparent. Wendy's team was deliberately leaving the dangerous Level 4 zombie entirely for her squad to handle. It was a calculated test of their true capabilities."Watch the

Once the call ended, Will spoke up, "What is the plan, boss?"Joanna got up and handed her empty cup back to Julian. "Let's put in the work. As long as no one is watching, we can just kill them quickly and do a half-hearted search for supplies. We can turn the cores in and trade."RJ spoke up tentatively, her brow furrowing slightly. "Boss... how about we trade the rats?"Everyone froze, staring at Joanna hard. She saw their terrified expressions and laughed out loud. "What, crispy rat tail doesn't excite you?"Julian got a face of utter disgust, his sophisticated demeanor cracking for a brief second. He turned away, leaving them on the grass. "I will be relaxing and watching television," he muttered, walking back toward the villa.The team was still a little uneasy about the prospect of a rat meal waiting for them in the real world. Joanna smiled and put her arm around RJ, shaking her head. "Don't worry. I promise to get rid of the rats."With a wave of her hand, Joanna flashed the g

The air turned ice-cold as Joanna materialized on the fifth floor of the apartment building. Freezing afternoon light bled through a frost-rimmed window at the far end of the hallway, casting long, bleak shadows across the floorboards. The brutal subarctic winter temperature blew cold air against the glass, whistling through the cracks. Holding her hatchet low, she stepped forward, her breath blooming into thick white plumes in the unheated air. Every sense was on high alert as she calculated the distance to Edward’s panicked squad.She focused her gaze straight ahead, scanning the shadows masking the apartment doors. She did not look up.Directly above her, clinging to the frozen pipes running across the ceiling, a level-four zombie tracked her every move. Its body hung upside down like a starved spider, bones clicking beneath gray, leathery skin. Its head was twisted at an unnatural, ninety-degree angle, black eyes locked onto the swing of Joanna's high ponytail. A drop of thick, bl

The afternoon air was a fraction less bitter outside the apartment complex, but Joanna’s team was too busy panicking to appreciate the weather.Will stumbled, his boots dragging as he lunged blindly and grabbed a handful of Briggs’s heavy, dirt-streaked canvas jacket."I don't feel so good," Will muttered, looking like an extra in a zombie movie."RJ, help me with him," Briggs barked, adjusting his worn leather pack and grabbing Will before he could faceplant into the asphalt.Joanna looked back, her eyebrows shooting up. Will was covered in iridescent, pulsing residue from the building's overgrown vines. It was glowing a sickly neon color against his jacket, slowly eating through the fabric and turning his skin an alarming shade of gray."Move, now," Joanna commanded, gesturing toward a narrow, dumpster-choked side alley.They ducked into the shadows, heading straight toward a rusted garbage container. She was just about to pull Will inside the secure hideout when RJ froze."Boss, no