Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBORN 30 DAYS BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The iron doors slammed shut behind me, and the sound was so loud that I felt it in my teeth. I froze with my hand still wrapped around the handle. For a few seconds, I couldn't understand why the door wasn't moving. I pulled once, then again, harder this time, but the heavy steel didn't budge. I tried turning the handle in both directions, hoping I had somehow locked it myself, but it was useless. When I looked at the small gap around the door, I finally understood what had happened. Someone had locked it from the other side."Ethan!" I started banging on the door with both hands. "Ethan, open the door! Clara!" My voice echoed through the empty concourse, but nobody answered me immediately. I could hear footsteps on the other side, quick and uneven, followed by voices I couldn't make out. They were moving away. "Ethan!" I shouted again. "Open the damn door!" I pressed my face against the cold metal, trying to hear them more clearly. My breathing had become so fast that I could barely

The high-pitched chime of the bank terminal sounded almost ridiculously cheerful as I stood at the counter, waiting for the teller to finish processing my request. It was strange how ordinary everything still felt. People were going about their business, withdrawing money, paying bills, and worrying about things that wouldn't matter in a few weeks, while I stood there knowing exactly how much time they had left before the world fell apart."All right, Miss Mira, the wire transfer of $80,000 to your checking account has been processed," the teller said, handing back my ID with a polite smile. "The updated balance should appear on your mobile app within the hour. Is there anything else I can help you with today?""No, that'll be all. Thank you." I slipped my card into my wallet and left the bank.The afternoon sun was bright enough to make me squint as I stepped outside, but I barely noticed it. I opened my banking app and refreshed the page until the new balance appeared on the screen:

By Wednesday morning, three days after my rebirth, my spatial dimension looked less like an empty void and more like an industrial distribution center.Dozens of pallets stacked with long-shelf-life grains, crates of canned meat, medical kits, solar batteries, and military-grade filtration units floated in neat, orderly rows inside the dark expanse of my mind. The ability had quickly become second nature. A simple touch, a brief pulse of intent, and hundreds of pounds of cargo would vanish instantly into the void.My remaining bank balance was sitting at around $22,000. To stretch my money as far as possible, I spent the morning at a heavy commercial supply yard on the industrial edge of the city, picking up rebar, heavy steel plating, and high-tensile security bolts to reinforce the estate's doors and windows. The metal was cold and smelled faintly of machine oil and rust, but to me, it represented the line between life and death.I had just pushed a heavy steel flatbed cart laden wi

Two days after broke up with Ethan and locked him out at the gate, the autumn sky had darkened to an unsettling shade of gray. The weather forecasts dismissed it as an unseasonable cold front moving in from the coast, but I knew better. The atmosphere was already changing, with microscopic chemical particulates gathering in the clouds before the red rain began.I was securing the secondary deadbolt on the estate's front porch, my knuckles scraped and stained with graphite lubricant, when the security receiver in my coat pocket vibrated against my ribs.I pulled out the handheld monitor and wiped a smear of grease from the screen. The perimeter camera mounted on the eastern stone pillar showed a lone figure standing near the heavy iron gate. She wasn't driving a car or shouting and banging against the iron bars like Ethan had done two days earlier.It was Clara.She stood quietly in the cold autumn wind, wearing a fitted pale trench coat with her dark hair pulled back into a neat pony

For two days, I couldn't stop thinking about the encrypted coordinates Adrian had given me during our brief encounter on the porch.In my previous life, I had heard whispers about Sector 7, a decommissioned Cold War-era logistics depot hidden deep in the limestone hills, five miles north of the city. Three months after the initial collapse, military remnants had looted the place clean. But right now, with twenty-one days remaining before the red rain, the depot was still an abandoned facility that most people had forgotten about. Officially, it was listed as a state transportation storage lot, with no indication of what might still be inside.It was 2:00 AM when I finally arrived.I switched off my sedan's headlights a quarter of a mile away and let the car roll onto an overgrown dirt road concealed behind thick pine brush. After parking, I stepped out and checked my surroundings before heading toward the depot.I wore dark tactical pants, a reinforced jacket, and heavy leather boots.