All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Shaking off the last of the fog, Joanna climbed out of the spring and wrung out her sleeves. “Will, I need you to grab samples of those mushrooms and lock them in a sealed bag. I want to take them back to Michelle and Warren. I’m going to make sure Piper’s okay. If there’s anything else down in that basement, leave it alone. Got it?”Will nodded, already reaching for a sample bag. “Got it.”Leaving Jolie and Jake to tend to the rest of the team, she stepped out of her space and reappeared above the basement hatch in the warehouse. Piper and her twenty babies were waiting in the aisle, happily munching on spider cores, the sproutlings squabbling over who got the shiniest one.“Boss!” Piper called brightly. “Are you okay? You look wet.”

When Joanna came to, the first thing she noticed was the soft beep of a monitor. The second was the IV line taped to her arm, a clear tube running up to a bag of fluid hanging beside the cot.She blinked at the ceiling. A shadow moved, and Jake leaned over her. He looked rough, his jaw dark with stubble, his eyes shadowed like he hadn’t slept properly in days. He ran his hand gently through her hair, a smile spreading slowly across his tired face.“Finally,” he said softly. “You’re awake.”“There you are, Sleeping Beauty!” Michelle’s voice came from her other side, bright with relief.Joanna turned her head and her eyes widened. Crowded around the foot of her bed, squeezed shoulder to shoulder, stood half her base. Na

A cheer went up.Within minutes, the smell of barbecue drifted through the villa grounds, rich with smoke and butter and sea salt. Out by the spring, Briggs, under strict supervision, manned the grill while Jolie and Allen carried out tray after tray. It was a seafood buffet. Giant king crab legs steamed beside bowls of drawn butter. Grilled lobster tails split down the middle, glistening with garlic. Skewers of jumbo shrimp, charred at the edges. Buckets of mussels and clams in white wine broth. Seared scallops on beds of lemon risotto. Platters of fresh oysters on ice, and a pot of rich clam chowder, with warm sourdough loaves for dipping. Even Bubbles, finally awake, was sitting at the edge of the table with a lobster tail clamped between his paws, purring so loudly the plates rattled.Everyone ate until they groaned. Fletcher built a pile of crab shells tha

Julian dropped the thunderous scowl the instant Joanna looked at him and slid into full aggrieved-mate mode, one hand pressed to his shredded chest. “Joanna! That bloated menace attacked me! Look at my shirt! His wings mutated!”“He called Dante bloated,” Raven said stubbornly, then held the pigeon up for inspection like evidence in a trial.Dante, round as ever, took one look at Joanna and lit up from beak to tail. “Coo! Coo-coo!” His chest puffed, his tiny eyes went starry, and Raven sighed.“He says, ‘My Queen!’”Joanna stepped closer, an

“Snow from the sky,” Jolie murmured. “Soft, glowing snow.”“Like crop dusters,” Allen said. “Very fat, very cooing crop dusters.”From Raven’s arms, Dante puffed his chest, cooing in profound approval. “He says it’s the most important mission in pigeon history,” Raven translated. “He wants it written down.”“Noted,” Joanna said, and nearly smiled. “Now the wind.”Kailee sat up. “If the spores just drift, they’ll scatter or blow back at us. I can hold them. I’ll build a dome of air above the camp, a slow cyclone that pushes the dust down and keeps it packed over the men, like a lid on a pot. Nothing escapes, and nothing reaches the wall.”