All Chapters of Reborn Before The Apocalypse: My Revenge Begins: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12Clara shifted her weight, suddenly aware of how strange she must look standing there and staring at Dr. Elena.“Please, can I come in?” Clara asked.Elena hesitated, studying her for another few seconds before finally stepping aside.“Sure. Come in.”“Thank you,” Clara replied as she stepped inside.Elena quietly closed the door behind her. The apartment looked surprisingly ordinary, with a small sofa against one wall and a dining table near the window. Clara glanced around before clearing her throat.“Could I have some water, please?” she asked.Elena nodded. “Of course. Give me a second.”As Elena disappeared into the kitchen, Clara released a slow breath. She needed a moment to think, especially now that the woman she had spent hours searching for was standing right in front of her.[System Mission Updated.][Objective: Recruit Dr. Elena Vasquez.]Clara’s eyes widened as she stared at the message.Recruit her? How am I supposed to do that?She glanced toward the kitchen,

Chapter 14Clara’s eyes darted between the infected in front of her and Elena, who was still struggling beneath the creature’s weight. Elena’s hands were slipping from its chest, and its bloodstained teeth were already inches from her neck.“Clara!” Elena cried, her voice breaking with fear.Clara tightened her grip on the plank, her heart pounding as she watched the infected lower its head toward Elena’s neck. She couldn’t let it bite her.Without another thought, Clara shoved the infected in front of her aside and rushed toward Elena. She raised the plank and swung with all the strength she could summon, striking the creature hard across the side of the head.The infected collapsed heavily onto the floor and went still.Elena remained frozen beneath it for a moment before pushing the body away and scrambling backward. She pressed a trembling hand to her neck, breathing hard as she looked at Clara with wide, frightened eyes.“Thank you,” Elena whispered, her voice barely audible.Cla

Chapter 16One of the men suddenly grabbed Mark by the collar and yanked him forward, lifting him slightly off the floor. His shoes scraped against the tiles as he instinctively grabbed the man’s wrist, struggling to breathe as sweat gathered along his forehead.“Do you think this is a joke?” the man demanded, his voice low and threatening. “Where is my money? Do you think I’m here to play games with you?”“N-No,” Mark stammered, his voice trembling. “I’m not playing games. Please, just give me a chance to make the call.”The man tightened his grip, bringing Mark’s face closer to his own. “You’d better have a good reason for wasting my time.”“I do,” Mark pleaded, his voice barely steady. “Please, just let me make the call.”The man looked ready to throw him aside when the other man stepped forward.“Let’s give him a chance,” he said calmly. “If the woman sends the money, we take it and leave. If she doesn’t, then we deal with him.”The man holding Mark hesitated, his eyes narrowing

Before Clara could say anything, Marcus spoke first. “You shouldn’t be here. The city isn’t safe.” His voice was low and steady, carrying the kind of authority that made the soldiers nearby straighten without being told. Clara took a careful step forward, stopping several feet away from him. Up close, she could see the tension in his jaw and the faint scar cutting across his cheekbone. “I know,” she replied. “But I needed to tell you something.” Marcus stared at her for a long moment before slowly crossing his hands behind his back. His posture remained calm, almost relaxed, yet there was a restrained strength in him that made it clear he was always in control. “Tell me.” Clara swallowed before forcing the words out. “Your unit is about to be ambushed.” For a moment, Marcus simply stared at her. Then a quiet chuckle escaped him, low and almost disbelieving. Clara frowned. “Marcus, I’m serious.” “This really isn’t the best time for jokes, Clara.” “I’m not joking.” Marcus tu

One of the wounded soldiers suddenly groaned, his body sagging against the wall as the hand pressed against his side slipped away. “Commander,” another soldier said urgently. “Something’s wrong.”The wounded man tried to straighten, but his strength gave out. Marcus was beside him before he could hit the ground, catching him and lowering him carefully against the wall.“Easy,” Marcus said, pressing one hand against the wound. The soldier’s face had gone pale, and sweat beaded across his forehead.“Commander…” he whispered.Marcus leaned closer. “Look at me.”The soldier forced his eyes open, but fear filled them. “I can’t feel my legs, Commander.”For the first time since the attack began, something flickered across Marcus’s eyes. Fear surfaced for only a heartbeat before he buried it beneath the hard control he had learned to wear like armor.But Clara saw it.She crouched beside them and examined the wound.“We need to get him to a doctor now,” Clara said. Marcus looked at her, his