บททั้งหมดของ REBORN SIXTY DAYS BEFORE THE DEAD RISE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

We walked through the forest for hours.The terrain grew rougher. The trees became sparser. The ground turned rocky and uneven. My legs ached. My lungs burned. But I didn't stop.I couldn't stop.Elena was out there. The Apex had her. And every moment I delayed, she slipped further away.Daniel moved beside me, his weapon ready, his eyes scanning the darkness. He hadn't spoken since we left the cave. I didn't know if he was angry, worried, or just exhausted.Probably all three.I was exhausted too.But exhaustion was a luxury I couldn't afford.Finally, we reached a clearing.A small cabin stood at the center, its windows dark, its roof sagging. It looked abandoned. Forgotten.Daniel held up his hand."Wait."I stopped."What is it?""I need to check the perimeter."He moved forward, circling the cabin slowly. I watched him disappear around the side, then reappear a few minutes later."Clear."We entered the cabin.It was dusty and cold, but the roof was intact. A wood stove sat in th

Claire Morgan stood in the doorway of the laboratory, her silhouette framed by the flickering fluorescent lights. She looked exactly as I remembered her from the photograph—tall, composed, with sharp features and eyes that missed nothing.But there was something different about her now.Something colder."Claire," I said slowly. "You're supposed to be dead.""I'm supposed to be a lot of things."She stepped into the room.Daniel raised his weapon."Don't."Claire ignored him.Her eyes remained fixed on me."You found the laboratory. That means you found Marcus. That means you found the journal.""Yes.""Then you know why you're here.""I know my mother left something for me. A cure. Research. Answers."Claire nodded."And you're ready to find it?""I didn't come all this way to turn back."Claire smiled."Good. Because you won't like what you're about to discover."I felt a chill run down my spine."What do you mean?"Claire walked to the table and picked up the photograph of my mothe

The church appeared on the horizon like a scar on the landscape.I'd been walking for two days.The group of survivors had grown. More people had joined along the way—fugitives, fighters, dreamers. People who had heard the radio transmissions. People who believed I could save them.I didn't know if I could.But I was tired of running.The church was old.Older than St. Mary's. Older than anything I'd seen since the outbreak. Its stone walls were covered in moss. Its stained-glass windows were dark and cracked. The steeple leaned slightly to the left, as if the weight of centuries was finally too much to bear.It was beautiful.And it was terrifying.Because surrounding the church was a sea of infected.Hundreds of them.Maybe thousands.They stood motionless, their faces blank, their eyes fixed on the church. They didn't move. They didn't growl. They simply existed, like statues in a nightmare.I stopped at the edge of the treeline.The survivors gathered around me."What do we do?" s

The journey to Oakhaven took three days.Three days of walking. Three days of fighting. Three days of watching the infected grow bolder, smarter, more organized. The Apex was building something. An army. A hive. A new world order.And I was walking straight into its heart.The survivors followed me.They didn't ask questions. They didn't complain. They simply trusted me. It was a burden I didn't want, but one I couldn't refuse.We reached the outskirts of Oakhaven at dusk.The town was small. Quaint. The kind of place where nothing bad ever happened.But something bad had happened here.The streets were empty. The windows were dark. The air was thick with the smell of decay.And at the center of the town stood a building.A warehouse.Large. Imposing. Surrounded by infected."They're guarding it," someone whispered."Yes.""How do we get in?"I looked at the warehouse.There had to be another way."There's a sewer entrance," I said. "I saw it on the map Marcus gave me.""Marcus?""An

We made camp in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of Oakhaven.The roof was intact. The walls were solid. The windows were boarded. It wasn't comfortable, but it was safe.Elena sat beside me, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale but her eyes clear. She'd been through hell. We all had.But she was alive.And that was what mattered.I pulled out my mother's journal.The pages were worn. The handwriting was faint. But the words were still legible.The marker is inherited. Passed down through maternal bloodlines. I carry it. My mother carried it. My grandmother carried it. And my daughter will carry it too.I've identified the genetic sequence. It's ancient. Primordial. It predates human civilization. It's been passed down through thousands of generations.I don't know where it came from. But I know what it does.It allows the bearer to retain memories across timelines.I looked at Elena."Did you know about this?"She shook her head."I didn't know anything. I just... remembered th