All Chapters of Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

When Joanna and Jake pulled up to the apartment, they found the rest of the group already gathered in the living room, surrounded by piles of freshly secured supplies. The atmosphere was a mix of high-stakes adrenaline and relief that everyone had made it back safely.Rachel and Raven immediately showed off the supplies they had bought for Uncle Nate. Stacked neatly against the wall were heavy-duty canvas jackets, reinforced work pants, sturdy steel-toed boots, a gleaming new chainsaw, heavy shovels, and a premium compound bow with several bundles of arrows. Joanna also quietly stuffed the hot food they got for him in her space. Uncle Nate sat on the edge of the sofa, looking incredibly tired from the whirlwind evening but deeply satisfied with the rugged gear.Allen leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a classic, sarcastic smirk. "Well, Boss, while you guys were out grabbing takeout, I decided to actually be useful," he drawled, rolling his eyes dramatically. "I picke

Joanna let out an annoyed, exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, please. It's not like I wrote that part in there myself, Julian. Besides, what does it even matter anyway?"She dropped her hand and looked around the room, her voice hardening with absolute resolve. "We have exactly seven people in this group. You all know my actual blood family is grade-A trash. In my past dream timeline, I ruined myself trying to take care of people who didn't give a damn about me. I'm done with them. Instead, I am willing to let every single one of you be a part of this space, because you're the ones who actually stood by me and believed in me. So, are you in or are you out?"Julian stared at her suspiciously for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as he weighed her words. The silence stretched in the tight room until he finally let out a grumpy huff and tossed his head back with his typical arrogant posture."Fine," Julian muttered, crossing his arms. "I am as much a part of this tea

Joanna raised a hand, pausing the chatter and motioning for everyone to quiet down. "Look, while we start fixing up the pens and organizing the pasture, I need you all to help me brainstorm a list of everything I might have missed. Think of anything—tools, comfort items, essentials. Write it down and put it in the group text so we can grab it before the stores completely dry up."Allen immediately raised his hand, a sarcastic grin playing on his lips. "Radios. Definitely more short-wave and long-range radios. How else are we going to communicate well out there when the cell towers inevitably morph into giant metal lightning rods? The satellite phones you got are great, Boss, but more backup is always better."Joanna nodded, appreciating the practical thought. "Good. Put it in the chat."As Uncle Nate, Jake, Julian, and Allen began measuring out the fencing, the women headed back toward the stone villa to start organizing the indoor layout.Stepping into the grand entry-way, Raven’s sh

The silence in the living room grew heavy while the chaos outside the apartments raged on. Julian froze, his hands still resting on the rough wood of the ammunition crate, his breath caught in his throat. Beside him, Joanna held her breath, turning sharply towards him.Jake nodded towards Julian motioning him to continue packing. Julian nodded and went into the kitchen. Jake stepped closer to Joanna, his posture rigid yet intensely protective. "My buddy Will wanted to make sure I got out of Felton," Jake said, his voice a low, urgent rumble. "The city is falling. The military is pulling out, and Will is bringing a squad right towards us."Joanna’s eyes widened slightly. "Are they coming here?""I didn't give him our exact location," Jake admitted, shaking his head. "But I told him I would try to find him. He said their immediate mission is to grab my old major, who is currently running point over at city hall. Will didn't explicitly confirm it, but from what I can piece together, once

With their radio communications fully secured, the team could speak in low, hushed whispers through their earpieces as they moved down the stairwell. They made it to the underground garage without incident, but the entire structure was eerily quiet. The typical hum of ventilation and the echoing sounds of tenants coming home were entirely gone."Check corners," Joanna whispered over the comms. "Make sure no one else is down here."The team fanned out smoothly, checking the shadows between concrete pillars. Once they confirmed the garage was completely empty, Joanna walked up to their parked van and trucks. With a quiet focus of her mind, she swept the massive vehicles directly into her pocket dimension, clearing the parking spaces instantly.From there, they made their way back up to the ground-floor apartment they had originally lived in. To keep their profile as low as possible, Joanna led the group into her former bedroom, which was now entirely empty of furniture. Months ago, she