Todos os capítulos de Reborn Sixty Days Before The Dead Rise: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

The air inside the final evacuation zone tasted of scorched copper, congealed blood, and absolute despair. Scarlett Vale clawed frantically at the reinforced bulletproof glass of the steel security gate, her fingernails splintering and staining the transparent barrier with jagged, crimson smears that smeared outward as her strength began to fade. Outside, the world was a living nightmare, a swirling vortex of apocalyptic horror where humanity's desperate final stand was being violently dismantled. Thousands of infected mutants—their skin sloughing off in rotting sheets, their eyes milky white and vacant, and their jaws unhinged in grotesque, bone-chilling shrieks—surged across the tarmac like an unstoppable, undulating tide of decayed flesh. Driven by a primal, ravenous hunger that knew no end, they swarmed over the abandoned military trucks, crushed the desperate, screaming stragglers beneath a wall of decaying bodies, and tore through barricades as if they were made of paper.Just a

The heels of Marcus’s Italian leather shoes clicked sharply against the polished hardwood floor as he strode into the sunlit living room, loosening his silk tie with an posture of absolute entitlement. He didn’t even bother glancing in Scarlett’s direction as he casually tossed his expensive leather briefcase onto the velvet sofa, treating the immaculate space as nothing more than his personal domain where his word was law and his comfort was paramount."Honestly, Scarlett, you get lazier by the day," Marcus scoffed, running a manicured hand through his impeccably styled hair before slumping carelessly into the plush armchair opposite her. He stretched his legs out over the Persian rug without a second thought. "My mother is coming over later this afternoon to discuss the details for the upcoming annual charity gala, and I expect the entire house to be completely spotless by the time she steps through the door. By the way, did you transfer the funds for my new custom sports car yet? T

The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Scarlett with a low, definitive thud, instantly sealing off the sickening sound of Marcus and Chloe’s triumphant laughter echoing through the grand hallway. They thought they had won. In their shallow, arrogant minds, they believed they had successfully discarded a useless, broken wife while securing their own comfortable, prosperous future together in the family estate. They had no idea that by signing those divorce papers, they had just sealed their own doomed fates and effectively signed their own death warrants in blood.Stepping out into the crisp, biting autumn air, Scarlett didn't hesitate for a single second. She slid smoothly into the driver's seat of her sleek black SUV, started the engine, and pulled away from the sprawling luxury estate without giving the house a single backward glance. Her phone buzzed continuously on the leather dashboard with automated banking notifications, urgent calls from financial advisers, and frantic text al

The rain began to fall in heavy, greasy sheets as Scarlett pulled up to the perimeter gate of Ironclad Security Solutions, a licensed private military contracting firm operating out of an abandoned stone quarry on the city's outskirts. High chain-link fences topped with razor wire surrounded the entire compound, while rusted floodlights cut through the darkening afternoon storm, casting long, eerie shadows across the gravel driveway.In the pre-apocalyptic era, obtaining military-grade weaponry legally was a nightmare of bureaucratic red tape, background checks, and regulatory delays. But Scarlett had no intention of dealing through standard commercial channels. Three days prior, she had contacted Ironclad’s owner, a disgraced former defense coordinator named Vance Miller who was secretly drowning in massive gambling debts, facing black-market loan sharks, and under threat of impending federal tax audits.Scarlett stepped out of her black SUV, pulling her dark leather trench coat tigh