All Chapters of Reborn Before The Apocalypse: My Revenge Begins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Meanwhile, Emily and the six survivors who had escaped the store remained on the road, watching the bus disappear into the distance. Emily’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, and the anger that had been burning inside her was slowly being replaced by a growing sense of fear. The store was behind them, the streets were filled with infected, and none of them knew where they were supposed to go.“We need a car,” one of the men said, looking anxiously up and down the deserted road. “If we keep standing here, we’re going to get ourselves killed.”Emily glanced around nervously before straightening herself.They searched the nearby streets until they finally found an abandoned car parked beside a building. One of the men approached it cautiously, checked the doors, and then pulled open the driver’s door.“It works,” he said after checking inside.Relief briefly softened Emily’s expression.“Good. Who will drive?” She asked. The man looked at her with surprise. “You don’t k

Clara stared at the glowing message, unable to make sense of what she was seeing.“Clara?”Marcus’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. She blinked several times and looked at him, finding his expression filled with suspicion and a trace of concern.“Are you okay?” he asked.Clara nodded quickly, even though her face felt numb and her heart was beating far too fast.“Yes. I’m fine.”Marcus frowned. He clearly didn't believe her, and the way his eyes remained fixed on her made Clara feel as though he could see straight through the lie.“Just give me a second, okay?” Clara said, forcing a small smile.Before he could question her further, she turned and walked away.Marcus remained where he was, watching her retreating figure. Something about Clara had been bothering him for a while now, and this only made his suspicions stronger. This wasn't the first time she had behaved strangely around him. She would become distracted without warning, stare at something he couldn't see, and then lo

Before sunrise, Clara and the small group she had chosen were already prepared to leave.The fire station was still quiet, with most of the survivors asleep inside. Clara stood beside the car with her plank secured over her shoulder while Elena helped check the car one last time.Clara turned toward her, her expression serious.“Please don't forget what I told you,” she said quietly.Elena nodded and gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “I won't. Just be careful out there.”Clara forced a small smile. “I will.”She pulled Elena into a quick hug, holding her a little longer than usual. Something about leaving Marcus behind made her uneasy. She had spent most of the night worrying about what might happen while she was gone, and no matter how many times she reminded herself that Elena would watch him, the fear refused to leave her.When Clara finally pulled away, her eyes drifted toward the fire station.For a brief moment, she wondered if Marcus was awake.She quickly pushed the thought

For years, Clara had treated her body like something she needed to apologize for.Whenever she looked in a mirror, her eyes went straight to the parts she wished she could change. Being on the bigger side had never been easy for her. She had learned to pull her clothes tighter, hide beneath loose shirts, and avoid looking at herself for too long.Now, standing in front of a group of armed men, the System expected her to use the very body she had spent years feeling uncomfortable in.Clara slowly lowered her gaze.“Of all the people you could have chosen for this,” she muttered, “you picked me.”The System offered no response.Clara sighed and glanced back at the industrial building. The armed men were still moving around the entrance.Her palms were damp.Her heartbeat had become so loud that she could almost hear it in her ears.[ADDITIONAL REWARD CONDITION IDENTIFIED.]Clara frowned.“What now?”[UPON SUCCESSFUL COMPLETION OF THE MISSION, THE STORAGE VAULT WILL BE EXPANDED.]Clara's

Clara turned around slowly. Her hands stayed raised. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. The man standing in the doorway was older than the first one. "If you make a move," he said, voice flat, "I will shoot." Clara swallowed hard. Her mouth felt dry. "I'm not taking anything," she said. The words came out steadier than she expected. She held his gaze, willing herself not to look at the gun aimed at her chest. The man scoffed. His eyes traveled down her body, slow and deliberate. There was no heat in it. Just assessment and calculation. "Right," he said. "You just wandered in here. In the middle of a lockdown. To admire the water tank." Clara forced her lips into a smile. It felt brittle on her face. "Come on," she pressed. "I can't lift a tank. Look at me." She gestured vaguely at herself. At her soft stomach. Her full hips. The curves that had always made people underestimate her. “Look at me. Do I look like I could carry a water tank?” The man's