Todos os capítulos de The Apocalypse Started With My Warning—The Survival System : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

If you knew someone was going to die, are you obligated to save them? Well, for Christiana Knox, she tried to save everyone, and look where it got her. Six feet underground, her throat was filled with sand and the dead, metallic taste of blood, and she was in the middle of swarms of burrowers feeding on humans and infecting what was left over. She couldn't run, because her feet had been ripped away, along with her left hand, and probably half of her torso was gone. Christy couldn't recall how long she had stayed there—two hours? Three? Or maybe a day. Time no longer held meaning after she watched those creatures rip her poor babies apart. Christy had fought them off, but what could a woman do against swarms of hungry, monster burrowers? She watched, one by one, as they infected the bodies and threw them aside. There were piles and piles of bodies, and she was next in line. Christy tried to move, run, or hide—the way a body tries everything it can to escape danger. Her eyes s

Christiana got to her workplace at 3:30pm, earlier than her scheduled shift, after being called in for an emergency. She worked at Central City Hospital as a surgery nurse. The hospital was almost filled with patients. "What happened, Lily?" she asked the hospital attendant. She had a close relationship with most of the staff; some could even be referred to as her best friends. The hospital was almost filled with patients. "We don't know. They brought them in this morning with the same symptoms, and the victims are from different families,"Lily said, her breath shaky and worry written all over her face "That's so bad. No wonder Dr Reg couldn't wait till my shift." Christy watched as another family brought in a little girl; she could tell the girl was the same age as Taby. "Doctor!" A man and woman, who appeared to be her parents or guardians, called out for a doctor. Christy rushed over and grabbed a stretcher. "What happened to her?" she asked as she rolled her toward

Christy got to Shedrack's home downtown. She knocked on the door, and his voice answered. "What are you doing here?" he said as soon as the door opened. Christy pushed past him before he had the chance to protest, and she wasn't prepared for what she saw. Her jaw dropped in awe. "C'mon, Christy, you can't do this." Shedrack stood in her way, blocking her line of sight, but Christy slipped past him without sparing him a glance. Shedrack sighed in frustration. His perfect-looking mansion from the outside looked more like a storage house on the inside, with shelves lined up with different canned foods. There were countless rows of food, as if she had entered a supermarket; the difference was that in the middle was a couch and a TV. The floorboards seemed to thud as she walked, as if the building itself was built on metal. Tears blurred her vision, her constricted emotions a mix of pain and relief. The system suddenly appeared. [Status Updated] [Warning Credibility level

"Why have you slapped me, Mom?" Christy asked, her voice coming out in a shaken whisper. Chloe stood beside her mom, her hands folded on her chest, eyes glaring at her."You stupid fool! Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Diane spat, and gripped her daughter's hair. Her mom was slightly taller than her, which gave her an advantage to hover over her. Confused, Christy tried to struggle but avoided hitting her mom.For a moment, Christy couldn’t believe the hands pulling her hair belonged to her own mother. The pain on her scalp barely registered compared to the shock in her chest.The system appeared again.SYSTEM UPDATE: HOST IN PAIN WARNING: WOULD YOU LIKE TO ARM YOURSELF?Her mother's face was now so close to Christy's that she could feel her hot breath fanning her face. She tried to remember if something like this had ever happened in her previous life, but no memory of it came forward. She remembered her mother hating her, but she had never resorted to physical assault."It hurt

The door suddenly swung open, jolting Shedrack from his train of thought. Three men and a woman in a white lab coat strolled in, carrying files and equipment. He watched with creased brows as the tallest and most muscular one made his way to him. "Sorry for barging into your space. I assume you're in charge of the laboratory?" he asked. The new man had a look that said he wasn't much of a smiler; his expression was that of a military man, and not just him—the other three people standing behind him too. Shedrack got to his feet and took the man's already outstretched hand, and, as he had thought, the palm was sturdy and rough. "Mr. Marshal, and yes, I'm in charge here," he said. "Okay, Mr. Marshal, we are the team sent by the government to aid you in the research concerning the plaguing death of people. We are to note all your findings discreetly, without any—" he looked around, as if there was anyone in the room besides Shedrack, his other men, and himself, before he continued.