Alle Kapitel von Reborn before the apocalypse: from betrayed wife to survivor: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Chapter 31: The Man Who Killed MeThe sound beneath Level Seven grew louder, shaking the floor beneath our feet until the walls began to tremble around us. Dust fell from the ceiling, and somewhere in the distance, metal screamed against metal as something enormous began moving below the facility.I could barely hear anything else.My mind was trapped inside the memory.Marcus was on the floor.Blood was spreading beneath him.I was holding him in my arms, screaming his name while the man with black eyes stood behind me.Then his voice came again.You killed him once. This time, you won’t get the chance.I stumbled backward.Marcus caught me immediately.“Emma, look at me.”I stared at him.For a terrifying moment, I couldn’t tell whether I was looking at the Marcus standing in front of me or the Marcus from the memory.His face was the same.His eyes were the same.Even the small scar near his eyebrow was exactly where I remembered it.I pulled my hand away.He noticed.“Emma.”“I ki

Chapter 34: The Man Beside MeFor several seconds, I couldn’t move.I stared into Marcus’s black eyes, waiting for something in his expression to tell me that the voice inside my head had been wrong, that this was still the man who had stood beside me through every nightmare, every betrayal, and every impossible discovery since I woke up in my second life.But his eyes remained completely black.There was no trace of the warm brown I knew.“Marcus?”He didn’t answer.His hand was still wrapped around mine, but the warmth I had always felt from him was gone. His fingers were cold, unnaturally cold, and the moment I noticed it, every instinct inside me screamed that something was wrong.I slowly pulled my hand away.Marcus looked at me.“Emma, what’s wrong?”His voice sounded exactly like Marcus.That frightened me even more.I stepped backward.“You’re not him.”His expression changed.For the first time, I saw something unfamiliar behind his face.It wasn’t anger.It wasn’t sadness.I

Chapter 36: The Man Who Came Through the DoorFor several seconds, nobody moved.The man standing at the entrance looked exactly like me, yet everything about him felt wrong. He had my eyes, my features, and even the same faint scar beneath his jaw, but there was something cold in the way he looked at us that made my skin crawl. He wasn’t surprised to see me. He wasn’t confused. He looked like someone who had been waiting for this exact moment for a very long time.Marcus stepped in front of me again, raising his weapon.“Who are you?”The man smiled.“You already know.”“No,” I said quietly. “I don’t.”His eyes moved toward me.“You will.”The other Emma suddenly grabbed my arm.“Don’t let him touch you.”The man’s smile disappeared.“You’re still protecting her?”“I promised I would.”“You made that promise before you understood what she was.”The other Emma tightened her grip around my arm.“And you made yours before you understood what you would become.”The man laughed softly.“Y

Chapter 38: The Other DoorThe city outside Level Seven was not the city I remembered.I stood beside Marcus, staring through the broken entrance of the underground facility, and for several seconds I could not convince myself that what I was seeing was real. The skyline stretched farther than it should have, filled with towers that seemed to have been built from glass and metal, their surfaces reflecting a pale silver light that came from nowhere I could identify. Roads twisted between the buildings in unfamiliar patterns, while strange vehicles moved silently above them without touching the ground.People walked through the streets, but even from this distance, I could see that some of them were not entirely human.One man had eyes that glowed faintly blue beneath the artificial light. A woman standing near a street corner had markings running along the side of her neck that looked almost like veins made of silver. Nobody seemed surprised by them. Nobody stopped to stare.It was as

Chapter 40: The Original I fell through darkness. There was no ground beneath me, no air against my skin, and no sense of direction. I couldn’t tell whether I was falling or floating. My body felt weightless, but my mind was screaming as memories rushed through me faster than I could understand them. I saw Marcus. I saw Daniel. I saw the farmhouse burning. I saw the wedding. I saw myself dying. Then I saw something I had never remembered before. A little girl stood in the middle of a white room. She was crying. She looked exactly like me. A woman in black knelt in front of her, holding both of her hands. “You cannot remember yet,” the woman whispered. The little girl shook her head. “I want to go home.” “You don’t have a home anymore.” “Where is my mother?” The woman looked away. Then a man’s voice came from somewhere behind them. “She isn’t her mother.” The memory shattered. I landed hard on something cold. Pain shot through my shoulder, and