Semua Bab Reborn Before The Apocalypse: My Second Chance To Survive: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Serena’s POVCold steel scraped against my palm as Jonas Cole yanked the hunting knife from my grip.Before I could even process the loss of my only weapon, he slammed the heavy emergency shelter door shut. A loud, mechanical bolt dropped into place with a sound like a gunshot,locking me outside in the freezing rain.Through the thick, reinforced glass, I watched Jonas calmly slip my blade into his own leather belt. Behind him, bathed in the sickly yellow light of the underground sanctuary, sat six survivors. I knew every single one of their faces. Over the past eight harrowing months, I had starved so they could eat, fought off grotesque horrors to secure their medicine, and dragged their broken bodies through streets running red with blood.Now, they just stared at me. Silent. Cold. Watching me die.“Jonas! Open the door!” I slammed my palm against the glass, leaving a smeared streak of dark red. My voice was ragged, stripped of all strength. Blood leaked steadily from a deep claw g

Serena’s POVMy fingers locked around the glass mug so tightly the porcelain cracked.UNKNOWN: I know you remember the rain, Serena. See you in thirty days. The words burnt into my retina. The freezing rain. The locked steel door. The sound of claws tearing through sheet metal. Someone else knew. Someone else had survived or died beside me in that ruined timeline and returned with their memories intact.Jonas? No. My mind raced through the possibilities, eliminating them with cold, analytical precision. Jonas was an arrogant narcissist, but he wasn't an actor capable of hiding that kind of knowledge behind a mundane text about business law outlines.Leo McLauren? The shadowy strategist who had operated from the upper tiers in my past life. Or was it someone entirely new? an anomaly created by my regression?"Serena?" Maya’s voice broke through the deafening roar in my ears. She was staring at my hand, her eyes wide with alarm. "Your coffee... you're going to break the cup!"I swallow

Serena’s POVThe neon dashboard lights of Jackson’s tactical van cast a low crimson glow over our faces as we tore through the rain-slicked city streets at ninety miles an hour.Maya sat huddled in the back seat, wrapped in a heavy emergency blanket, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather upholstery. Jackson navigated through traffic with cold, mechanical efficiency, one hand on the steering wheel, his dark eyes shifting between the rearview mirror and the digital scanner mounted to the center console."We're four minutes away from the industrial park," Jackson growled, shifting gears as the engine roared. "If whoever sent that text has a team inside your storage unit right now, they're going to burn your gear or load it into a transport. You sure you don't want me calling in a heavy team?"I sat in the passenger seat, quietly cleaning the blood off the combat knife I had looted from the operative at the apartment. My expression was unreadable.Then, a faint, dark smile touched

Serena’s POVThe world wasn't black; it was a churning vortex of bruised purple and electric violet.Atmospheric pressure tore at my lungs, so dense it felt like drowning in liquid lead. I was falling at terminal velocity through a sky of cracked reality, where jagged islands of shattered subway concrete and twisted iron beams floated suspended in nothingness.[ENVIRONMENTAL WARNING: HIGH-DENSITY VOID RADIATION][HEALTH DECAY INITIATED: -2% HP PER SECOND][CURRENT SURVIVAL TIME ESTIMATE: 48 SECONDS]The corrosive atmosphere bit into my bare arms, blistering my skin in seconds.I didn't panic. Panic was a corpse's luxury.I snapped my right hand outward, willing my mind into the newly acquired silver band on my finger.[SPATIAL STORAGE RING]—ACTIVATE.In a moment, the heavy composite body armor I had pre-purchased materialized around my torso,its sealed pressure gaskets locking into place with a sharp metallic hiss. The internal oxygen rebreather snapped over my nose and mouth, cutting