All Chapters of Reborn Before the Zombie Apocalypse: My Van Has a System: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Inside the room, the argument raged on, each whisper carrying through the tiny gap in the doorway."I’m telling you, Phoebe, you’re throwing money away!" Mack insisted, his tone dripping with impatience. "The house needs repairs anyway! The van is pure profit!""Shut up, Mack! Just shut up!" Phoebe snapped back, her voice laced with pure hysteria. "We are taking the house! End of discussion!"Felicity stood frozen in the quiet hallway, peering through the crack. Her gaze landed on the two figures inside. They were standing impossibly close, far closer than a man should ever stand to his girlfriend’s sister. Mack’s hand rested low on Phoebe’s waist, his thumb gently stroking her hip, while Phoebe leaned into him naturally, completely comfortable in his space.A sickening realization hit Felicity right in the chest.‘How was I so blind?’In her past life, she had trusted both of them blindly. She thought their secret glances were just friendly banter and their closeness was just a t

Felicity pulled out of the lawyer's parking lot and merged smoothly into traffic. Before heading toward the highway to Mr. Harrison's warehouse, she pulled up to a red light.A sleek black SUV rolled up alongside her custom van.The passenger-side window slid down with a quiet hum, revealing a striking, sharply dressed man leaning casually against the leather interior.It was Tristan, her childhood friend, a brilliant former military tactician, and someone who had always been a quiet shadow in her life, as well as a close friend of her uncle.Tristan rested his arm on the window frame, his dark, piercing eyes sweeping over her face. His gaze held an intense, hidden heat, a silent fire that made her pulse flutter for a split second."Nice ride, Felicity. I had no idea you were going to pick the van. Recognized it from miles away," Tristan said, his deep voice carrying easily over the idling engines. "I saw you leaving the legal office just now."Felicity kept her hands firmly on the

Felicity was about to put the key in the ignition when she froze.‘Wait. The safety mechanisms.’She realized she had completely forgotten to ask the arms dealer about the custom modifications on the heavy assault rifles and the maintenance kits for the sidearms. Using weapons without knowing their specific wear and tear limits in a long, drawn-out outbreak could prove fatal.Unlocking her door, she hurried back down the dark steps into the basement armory.The tattooed dealer looked up, surprised to see her back so quickly. "Forget something, lady?""The custom safety pins and maintenance kits for those rifles," Felicity said sharply, her eyes scanning his counter. "How often do these modifications require barrel cleaning? And are these firing pins compatible with standard military ammo?"The dealer grunted, leaning over to give her the quick, technical details on the gear.As he spoke, a sudden, heavy pressure dropped in the room. The temperature plunged within seconds, and a stra

Felicity stared at the vibrating screen, her eyes narrowing into cold, sharp slits.Why is he calling me now?In her past life, Mack hadn't bothered to check on her once the chaos began; he had already been cooped up inside the house with Phoebe, enjoying the fruits of Felicity's labor.But this time, everything had shifted. She hadn't spent the week waiting on him or sweet-talking him, and she certainly hadn't invited him into her space.Tristan’s dark eyes lingered on the flashing phone for a moment longer. Recognizing the shift in her focus, he clicked his tongue softly, stepped back from her window, and turned on his heel without a word. He retreated toward his own van, respecting her privacy while making his disdain for Mack painfully clear.Felicity picked up the phone, slid her thumb across the glass, and brought it to her ear. She didn't say a word, letting the heavy silence hang over the line."Felicity?! Where the hell are you?!"Mack’s voice blasted through the speaker,

Tristan’s easy smile softened, turning into a quieter, more grounded expression. He swirled the remaining coffee in his mug, staring down at the dark liquid for a brief second before looking back up at her."I spent six years in special operations, Felicity," Tristan said softly, his voice dropping into that calm, commanding register he used when things got serious. "About eight months ago, before I officially stepped down, high-level intelligence started circulating quiet reports across global defense networks.”“A strange, aggressive neurological pathogen had popped up in isolated underground facilities overseas. The higher-ups called it a 'hypothetical threat,' but the bio-warfare protocols they were drafting suggested otherwise. It was a dark theory, but a very real one."Felicity listened closely, her mind piecing together the timeline."I built the van months ago as a contingency," Tristan continued, a low, smooth chuckle escaping his throat as he gestured toward her. "I kept m