All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

Fletcher and Glacier both slowed their steps, taking in the courtyard properly for the first time since arriving — and whatever teasing bravado either of them had carried through the gate quieted into something more subdued, almost reverent.Rows of shipping containers stretched out in orderly lines, smoke curling steadily from chimneys, doors painted in bright, cheerful colors that stood out sharply against the melting snow. People moved between them with purpose — carrying tools, hauling crates, calling greetings to each other across the open courtyard — while a cluster of children darted past, shrieking with laughter over some half-finished snow fort, utterly unconcerned with the state of the world beyond the walls.Glacier's eyes tracked a woman hanging laundry on a line strung between two containers, her clothes clean, her movements unhur

Joanna followed Levi, RJ, and Jake up the stairs to the top of the wall, where the rest of her team had already gathered, breath fogging in the cold morning air. Nobody was joking now. Nobody was even talking. Every eye was fixed on the ridge, bare and brown where the last of the snow had finally melted away.Raven stood at the edge of the parapet, hands twisted in her jacket, Titan pressed hard against her legs, whining low in his throat. “Joanna.” Her voice was barely steady. “Annie’s is calling us, and I just heard her. It’s not words anymore. Just... pain. We have to go. Now.”Joanna grabbed Raven’s hand, pulled her into her space, and jumped. One blink. Two. They landed on the ridge, and the silence hit her first. No wind. No birds. Even the damp, thawed earth seemed to be holding its breath.Then she saw the trail. A wide, dark smear dragged across the bare mud and rock, leading toward the den. Red-black, still wet.“Annie?” Raven whispered.They followed it around a spur of rock

The rotations bought them a second wind. Briggs’s flames thickened again. Glacier’s ice walls rose taller. Fletcher’s boulders found their marks. On the field, RJ stood braced in the mud, blood trickling from her nose, eyes blazing white as she reached into the swarm and twisted. Ants wheeled on their own kind mid-charge, whole clusters collapsing into screeching knots of infighting.“Boss!” Jolie pointed toward a jumble of boulders at the foot of the far ridge, vines still dragging at ants around her ankles. “Look at the rocks!”Joanna followed her gaze, and her breath caught.The ant queen was the size of a delivery truck, her bloated abdomen dragging behind her, pulsing as pale eggs slid out in a wet trickle. Her head was crowned with plates the color of dried blood, her mandibles as long as scythes. Around her stood a ring of black, spiked soldiers the size of horses. They didn’t charge. Every time the queen’s antennae twitched, the whole swarm shifted in answer.That’s the brain,

An hour later, Joanna was ready. She had washed the worst of the grime off in the spring, strapped her sickle to her hip, and eaten something that tasted like nothing. Now she stood at the gate with her team gathered around her in the dark, faces shadowed, weapons checked and rechecked. Nobody joked. Even Fletcher kept his mouth shut.Night had settled over the valley, cold and clear, with a thin moon silvering the ridgelines. Behind them, the base glowed with lantern light and the distant clang of repairs. Levi stood on the wall above, giving a short nod. Hold it, Joanna mouthed to him. He saluted.“Everyone in,” she said.One by one she pulled them into her space: Julian, Briggs, Fletcher, Glacier, Allen, Jake, Kailee, Jolie, Will, RJ, Caleb. Then she turned to the dark ridges, took a breath, and jumped. The world blinked past in black and silver, rock and shadow, and two hops later her boots touched down on the far side of the second ridge. She released her team into the cold, and t

No one said a word. The silence wasn’t awkward, just the heavy, contented quiet of people too tired for talking. They crossed the soft grass together toward the villa, its windows glowing warm and gold, and filed through the front door one by one. The scent of wood and clean linen met them in the entryway, and the long kitchen table stood waiting, exactly as they had left it. Boots came off by the door. One by one they drifted down the halls toward their rooms, doors clicking shut behind them until the villa was still again.Joanna stood alone in the kitchen for a moment, swaying slightly, thinking of nothing but a hot shower and a very flat bed.A heavy thump of paws came up behind her.“My human,” said a voice, low and rumbling.She turned. Bubbles st