All Chapters of REBORN: 60 days before doomsday : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THE DOOR ~SIENNA~I pounded my fists against the strong steel door until my knuckles bled through my wet gloves.The freezing wind blew hard across the wasteland, driving ice straight into my skin. I couldn't see more than three feet in front of me, but I didn't need to look. I knew where I was.I was standing inches away from the only place left on earth with heat, water, and food.Inside, I could hear movement. Heavy boots walking on metal floors. The quiet noise of crates being moved. I hit my hand against the door again. "Ethan!"There was no answer, my voice broke. The wind swallowed it.I pressed my face against the small, triple-paned reinforced window. Through the fogged glass, warm yellow light spilled into the darkness.Someone moved past the hallway carrying a pile of blankets. Someone else sat at the long table, eating from a steaming bowl. They were warm. They were safe. "Ethan, please!" I shouted. "Open the door!" He had told me to step outside. ‘Just two minutes,

THE DATE~SIENNA~I sat alone at the kitchen table, the quiet apartment making a buzzing sound around me.The leather notebook was open under the soft yellow light of the overhead bulb. My hand rested on the open page, fingers tracing over the dark ink I’d written just an hour ago.DAY 60.The words seemed clear and foolproof.Yet a small, dangerous feeling of doubt spoke quietly in my mind.‘What if I’m wrong?’ What if my mind had broken under the trauma of freezing to death? What if the timeline was different this time? What if I spent my remaining savings preparing for a disaster that came on a different day…..or didn't come at all?I couldn't build my survival on a delusion. I needed proof.I turned on the small television resting on the counter, keeping the volume low.---The morning news was shown in clear, bright colors.The date in the lower corner read OCTOBER 14. I took my pen and wrote it down at the top of a fresh page.60 DAYS BEFORE THE FALL.The news anchors smiled,

THE FIRST DECISION~SIENNA~I looked at the large emergency supply website open on my computer, the digital shopping basket amount growing at the bottom of the screen.‘Freeze-dried meal boxes: $8,400.’ ‘Commercial water cleansing system: $3,200.’ ‘Medical trauma kits and antibiotics: $4,500.’‘Off-grid solar generator with extra battery banks: $12,000.’I stopped typing.I looked at the number at the bottom of the screen. Over twenty-eight thousand dollars, and I hadn't even looked at cold-weather gear, fuel tanks, defensive tools, or land.I had thought having forty-eight thousand dollars in my private account gave me a massive head start.Now, looking at real-world prices, I realized how fast that money would burn.If I spent everything on supplies right now, I'd have zero runny cash left for real estate, legal fees, or emergency transportation.Worst of all, I was still living in the apartment Ethan and I rented together.He knew my schedule. He knew my habits. Legally, we were

THE DIVORCE LAWYER~SIENNA~The office was exactly what I needed.It wasn't flashy. It was a boutique firm hidden into a quiet building with frosted glass and friendly furniture. The receptionist barely looked up when I walked in.I sat in the waiting area, my bag heavy against my legs.Inside, I had almost everything I needed. Marriage certificate. Bank statements. Investment records. Tax returns. Even the notes I'd taken about the affair three years ago.The estate document was different. That stayed hidden in a side pocket."Ms. Vale?"A woman stepped into the hallway. Rachel Morgan looked to be in her early forties, calm and direct. She wore a dark suit.I followed her into a small, sunlit office. She gave a sign to a chair and sat across from me, opening a fresh file."What brings you in today?" she asked.I didn't hesitate."I want a divorce."Rachel didn't look surprised. She leaned back, her pen poised over the paper."Why now?"I kept my answer simple."My husband had an affa

THE FIRST PURCHASE~SIENNA~The smell of coffee woke me before my alarm.I stayed in bed for a few seconds, looking at the ceiling and listening to the usual sounds from the kitchen. I heard cabinets opening and a spoon hitting a mug.Ethan moving around like nothing had happened, like he hadn't laughed when I told him I wanted a divorce.I got out of bed and pulled on a robe.Ethan was standing by the kitchen counter when I walked in, scrolling through his phone with one hand and holding his coffee in the other. He glanced up when he saw me."Morning.""Morning."I walked by him and reached for a mug. For a moment, we didn't say anything, then Ethan let out a sigh."Are you still mad?"I stopped with the coffee pot in my hand.I remembered Rachel's voice. "Don't change what you usually do. Don't start arguments. Don't give him a reason to doubt what you are doing before we are prepared."So I poured my coffee."I'm fine."Ethan studied me for a second. "Feeling better, then?"I loo