All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 391 - Chapter 399

The mist broke apart all at once.They came down both slopes in a flood, and the first wave was the level threes. They were tall and gray-skinned, moving in a fast, lurching sprint, their jaws unhinged and their fingers curled into claws. Some were fresh, still in the rags of coats and uniforms. Others had rotted down to cords of dark muscle. They were strong enough to fling a car door aside, but they were still clumsy, and they ran straight at the road.The level fours behind them were worse. They were taller, with skin stretched taut and glossy over corded muscle, and their eyes held a dull, flickering intelligence. They didn’t run. They loped, low and quick, using the rocks for cover, flanking the group while the threes drew attention. One of them peeled a car door off its hinges and hurled it like a shield.

“That’s... Piper?” Levi whispered.“That’s Piper,” Joanna said quietly. “Be very glad she likes us.”The sproutlings gave a delighted, bloodthirsty trill.The deer-headed creature took a single step back.For the first time, the calm intelligence in its eyes flickered with something like wariness. Its antlers dripped. The ranks of level fives behind it shifted but held, tilting their heads in unison.Piper went still. Her blossoms stopped swaying, and a faint green shimmer rippled up her vines and across the air between her and the beast. The silence stretched, thick enough to choke on. The creature’s black vines twitched in answer, slow and rhythmic, and the pulse beneath

The next morning, the base woke up grumbling.Jolie and Jake were openly irritated that they had missed the fight, and Jolie kept muttering about “the one day I do paperwork.” Leo, arm still in a sling, was in the middle of telling the story for the fourth time, and the deer-headed monster had grown another set of antlers since breakfast. Will, Allen, and Raven all wore the same aggrieved look of people who had been left out of the good part.Joanna huffed in amusement, then put on her sternest face. “Nobody is going back out there until you’ve absorbed your cores. That’s an order. Level up first, brag later.”A chorus of reluctant “Yes, Boss” followed her down the hall.She messaged Briggs several times that morning. Each

 After breakfast, Joanna went to collect the toxin from Michelle and see the soldiers off. The plan was simple. She would teleport the route first to scan for hangups, while the convoy drove the whole way to Dillon in a day. The knot in her stomach hadn’t loosened since the dream, and it made her want to get to Dillon fast.In the lab, Michelle handed over a sealed, padded case. Inside, rows of glass vials held a fine, pale powder, the processed spores. “Handle it like it’s a sleeping dragon,” Michelle said. “Do not open these without masks.”“Understood.” Joanna slipped the case into her space and nodded to Warren, who gave her a thumbs-up from behind a respirator pushed up on his forehead.Out in the courtyard, two large military trucks sat idling, and s