Todos los capítulos de Apocalypse Rebirth: Here Comes The Last Cure. : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

Brown The stench of rotting bodies clung to everything. I ran hard through the ruined streets, boots slamming cracked pavement, chest burning. A Stalker’s claws had cracked my ribs three blocks back. My left arm was numb. I didn’t stop. Pressed against me was a sealed silver case of antibiotics. In this world a dirty cut could kill you in two days. That box was worth more than anything I used to own. It was worth Mavel’s life. “Just hang on,” I whispered through cracked lips. “I got it.” Two miles back I’d watched Zombies tear through an abandoned pharmacy. I used my own blood as bait, drew them off, and crawled through a broken vent to grab the case. Five hours earlier Mavel had collapsed in our camp, shown me a jagged gash on his leg, and begged. “Brown, please. A Stalker got me. It’s infected. If you don’t get clean meds from the city center, I won’t make it through the night.” I loved him. I’d poured everything into turning the old water plant into a fortress so he and Gin

Brown The +20% boost to my physical reflexes hit me like a pure shot of energy. I stood on the high balcony of my penthouse in a silk robe. Dark hair blew across my face in the morning wind. Below me, the city buzzed with life. My new senses picked up everything—the hum of power lines three blocks away, a single falling leaf drifting all the way down to the wet street fourteen floors below. My body no longer felt heavy or slow. It felt strong, solid, and fast. In my past life, I spent every day trying to make myself smaller. I wore baggy clothes to hide and swallowed Mavel’s mean comments because I thought I was lucky he even looked at me. Now, remembering how he and Ginger dragged my dying body inside to carve me up for their freezer, anger burned in my chest. They treated me like meat. This body was built to survive what was coming. Seven days left before Day Zero. I checked my phone. Big red letters flashed across the news app: CROWN HOLDINGS FILES FOR TOTAL BANKRUPTC

Brown The salty, bitter air of Pier 44 hit my nose the second I killed the truck’s engine. Heavy rain pounded the dark shipping crates lined up along the water. It was an off-the-grid black market hidden inside an abandoned harbor warehouse. Gangs, illegal weapons dealers, and underground fixers gathered here under dim yellow spotlights, trading things that money couldn’t buy in open daylight. I stepped out of the cab into the pouring rain. I adjusted my heavy leather jacket over my black top and leather pants, feeling the solid weight of my thighs as my boots hit the wet concrete. I walked right through the creaking metal doors with my head held high. My full frame carried a clear sense of power. Several rough-looking men standing around rusted oil-drum fires turned to stare as I walked past. I met their glares with a cold, steady gaze, my hand resting casually near the steel blade tucked into my belt. They quickly looked away. I headed straight towards the back of the wareh