All Chapters of Reborn Before The Apocalypse: My Revenge Begins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marcus turned toward Clara, his eyes narrowing as he caught the last part of her whisper.“What stunt are you talking about?” he asked.Clara glanced at the pharmacist before stepping closer. She caught the front of Marcus’s jacket and gently pulled him down so she could speak near his ear.“You just have to act,” she whispered.Marcus stared at her as though he genuinely questioned her sanity. “Act?”“Yes.” Clara released his jacket and held out her hand. “Give me your badge.”His eyebrows drew together. “My badge?”“Just give it to me.”“What do you want it for?”Clara clenched her teeth, trying to keep her voice low. “Marcus, please. Just give it to me.”He studied her face for another moment, clearly suspicious of whatever scheme was forming in her head. Eventually, however, he reached inside his jacket and handed her the badge.Clara looked down at it, and a smile immediately tugged at the corner of her lips.Marcus noticed. “What?”“Nothing.”“Then why are you smiling?”Clara tu

Clara’s finger hovered near the trigger as another infected dragged itself closer to the car. Her breathing grew shallow, and every instinct screamed at her to stay inside the vehicle, lock the doors, and let Marcus handle the danger.But she couldn’t keep sitting there while he risked his life alone.Clara swallowed hard, tightened her grip around the handgun, and pushed open the driver’s-side door.The moment her feet touched the pavement, one of the infected turned toward her. Its mouth opened in a low, hungry growl as it stumbled in her direction.Clara raised the gun with both hands.“Stay back!” she shouted.Her hands shook violently as she pulled the trigger. The gunshot exploded through the street, but the bullet missed its target completely.The infected barely slowed.Clara’s eyes widened in horror.“Oh, God.”Marcus spun toward the sound, and his eyes widened when he saw her standing outside the car with the handgun trembling in her hands.“What are you doing?” Marcus shout

Clara stared at Marcus, her heart tightening as she stepped forward, her chest tightening.“Marcus, you can’t leave.”His eyes lifted to hers. “Why not?”“Because nowhere is safe anymore.” Clara tried to keep her voice steady, but it trembled despite her effort. “You saw what happened out there. The roads are full of infected, and we don’t even know what’s waiting at the base. You could be walking straight into another trap.”Marcus looked away, his jaw tightening. “I know the risks.”“Then you know you shouldn’t go.”He gave a quiet, bitter laugh. “And who are you to tell me what to do?”Clara fell silent as Marcus glanced back at his friend beneath the white sheet, the pain in his eyes returning.“That man spent years standing beside me,” he said quietly. “He followed me into places where neither of us knew if we would make it back. The least I can do now is give him the respect of taking him home.”Clara’s throat tightened.“I understand,” she whispered. “But you’re alive. You have

A shadow moved beyond the store’s glass entrance, and Clara’s breath caught when she saw an infected standing directly outside the main door. Its head tilted from side to side as it pressed closer to the glass, its dead eyes searching the store as though it could already sense the people trapped inside.Then another figure appeared behind it.Then another.Within seconds, more infected began gathering outside the entrance, their bodies pressing against one another as their hungry groans filled the air.Inside the store, panic spread through the people who had chosen to remain with Emily.“You said everything was under control!” a man shouted, his voice shaking with anger and fear.Emily flinched. “I didn’t know this would happen,” she replied, struggling to keep her voice steady.“You told us the other lady was lying!” another woman cried. “You told us there was nothing to worry about!”Emily looked toward the entrance, and whatever confidence she had left began to crumble as she watc

“Do you have a habit of trying to kill yourself whenever I’m not looking?” Marcus asked dryly. Clara’s embarrassment quickly turned into irritation. She pushed against his chest and freed herself from his hold, refusing to acknowledge how quickly her heart was still beating. “I don’t need your help,” she said. Marcus stepped back and stared at her as though he could hardly believe what he had just heard. “You were falling down the stairs.” “I would have caught myself,” Clara insisted, brushing off her clothes. Marcus glanced at the broken shelf lying across the stairs before looking back at her with a skeptical expression. “You almost landed on your head.” “But I didn’t,” Clara replied stubbornly. “Clearly, you had everything under control,” Marcus said, his voice carrying a hint of dry amusement. Clara narrowed her eyes at him but Marcus had already turned his attention back to the fallen shelf. “Move,” he said. “I’ll take this.” “I can carry it.” “I’m not asking.” Clara