Todos os capítulos de My 90-Day Survival Manual: I Prepared for Doomsday, Not For: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

POV: Alessia RowanI woke up gasping for air, my hands immediately flying to my neck. The feeling of sharp teeth tearing into my flesh was so real that I could almost feel the blood running down my skin. I could still smell its metallic scent, feel the cold rain on my face, and hear the infected tearing through the streets of Blackridge City. The sound of bones cracking between their teeth still haunted me. But what I remembered most was the laughter—the cold, cruel laughter of the people I had trusted with my life as they watched me struggle before shoving me straight into the waiting swarm.I blinked, my chest heaving, waiting for the agony of being eaten alive to consume me.Instead, I met a soft ceiling fan spinning silently above me. Clean white linen sheet covered my body. The faint, sweet smell of lavender oil hung in the air.No blood. No rot. No screams.I sat up, my heart beating so hard against my ribs I thought it might burst. My hands were shaking uncontrollably as I bro

POV: Alessia Rowan"I cannot believe you did this to me, Alessia! Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was?"Nessa didn't even wait for the waiter to leave our table before she started yelling. She sat across from me in the plush velvet booth of the high-end cafe, her expensive sunglasses resting on top of her styled hair. She slammed her designer handbag onto the polished marble table, making the fine china coffee cups rattle.Beside her, Taryn Bell sat quietly, taking a delicate sip from her iced latte. She played the part of the gentle, concerned best friend perfectly, looking at me with big, sympathetic eyes that hid venom underneath."Nessa, calm down a little," Taryn said softly, placing a hand on Nessa’s forearm. "I'm sure Alessia had a reason. There must have been some kind of technical glitch at the bank this morning.""Glitch?" Nessa turned her glare onto me, her eyes wide with fury. "It wasn't a glitch! I was standing at the checkout counter of the boutique in the Centr

POV: Alessia RowanI let Gideon’s incoming call ring until it went straight to voicemail. I didn't have time for his panicked excuses anymore. St. Jude Hospital was already under military lock, and the outbreak timeline was accelerating.I threw my duffel bag into the trunk of my SUV and drove straight out of Blackridge City, heading toward the industrial wasteland on the northern outskirts.Fifty acres of overgrown land sat behind rusty chain-link fences. In the middle of it was an abandoned subterranean railway maintenance hub—Silo Haven B-3. Built decades ago during the Cold War era and forgotten by the city council, its deep concrete tunnels ran over eighty feet underground.I parked near the main entrance structure, where a yellow industrial truck was already waiting.A tall, grey-haired man in work boots and a grease-stained canvas jacket stepped out of the truck. Chief Jennings—the head contractor I had contacted earlier—walked toward me with his hands tucked into his coat pock

POV: Alessia RowanI stepped back down into the subterranean quiet of Silo Haven B-3, pulling the heavy temporary entrance hatch shut until the iron latch clicked firmly into place. I turned the secondary locking wheel twice, sealing myself off from the world above.Outside, the afternoon air was thick with tension, but eighty feet underground, the silence felt total.I carried my duffel bag directly to the temporary command table in the lower rail hub, setting my encrypted laptop down beside a small desk lamp. My hands were steady, but the spotter’s final words kept ringing in my head like an alarm bell.Aegis Security.In my past life, Aegis was the private military force that took over Blackridge City after the central government fell apart. They built the high walls around the safe zones. They controlled the food lines, the weapons, and the gates. And their supreme commander—Commander Briggs—was the man who ordered the gates locked when the infected swarmed the lower district. He

POV: Alessia Rowan"He left a message in my name?" I repeated.My left hand pulled back the thick locking handle of the primary hatch. The mechanical bolts slid out of their iron sockets with a dull click, echoing down the dark concrete stairwell behind me. I pushed the heavy door open four inches, stepping out into the cool night entryway.I kept my sidearm held low, resting against the side of my thigh, pointing straight at the ground. My body stayed bladed, positioned so the door frame covered my left flank while my eyes remained locked on Corbin.Corbin didn't flinch as the door swung open. He stayed standing two yards back on the dirt gravel, his palms still open, his sharp gaze dropping down to my low gun stance, then raising up to meet my eyes."You hold a firearm like someone who knows how to clear a malfunction under pressure, Miss Rowan," Corbin said softly, his voice calm and even in the quiet night air. "That isn't how wealthy estate heiresses usually hold a handgun.""I l