Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Once humanity was back, it marked the beginning of the countdown for the zombies and the apocalypse. Don't give humans even a moment to breathe. Because the instant they do, they'll turn the tide. Standing inside the command center, Hayley watched the city they had reclaimed, a smile spreading wider and wider across her face. They did it. They really did it! And they had done it just in time, before the third year of the apocalypse, before the full evolution of all zombies. Hayley had seized the critical early window and pulled off a stunning reversal of humanity's fate.

We will soon know so let’s get back to the story. “Was anyone able to defeat them?” Lennon asked wanting to know if they can find that person and ask them to help them, or try to do what they did and defeat the demons. “Yes, Noah. But he is too young now and we can’t depend on him, he is a child.” Maya forgot to add that the original apocalypse was twenty years from now, so they won’t be able to relay on the book’s characters to help them because probably all of them are kids or teenagers.

Her trembling hand reached for a marker before she began counting with her fingers. She drew a straight line toward one specific date exactly 60 days into the future. Time continued to move forward, and the brutal apocalypse had just begun its countdown. ••• The pendant light above the dining table flickered softly, reflecting Alice's restless shadow on the surface of the cold cup of coffee in front of her. Across from her, Clara sat casually while sipping her tea, completely unaware of the wave of blood and destruction looming over their future. The countdown inside Alice's mind felt increasingly deafening, exactly 60 days until the zombie apocalypse.

[Juliet's POV] I jolted awake and gasped heavily for air. I took in the familiar-looking ceiling and bedsheets. I was in the rented apartment I had lived in for three years before the apocalypse. I felt the sun shine on the back of my hand, its warmth feeling so surreal. I picked up my phone resting by my pillow, and the screen lit up. It was July 15th, 2058—seven whole days before the apocalypse happened. I stared blankly into space for five whole minutes before my mind slowly drifted back to reality. I had truly been given a second chance at life.

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

Shaking, she picked it up. The date made her knees give out. She collapsed to the cold tiles. **MAY 12, 2023.** Three years before. Three years before the outbreak. Before the world ended on August 9, 2026. "Oh my god," she whispered. She died. She remembered dying. Ethan holding her as the horde came. White light swallowing the bridge. And now she was back. Reborn. Before the apocalypse. Second chance.

POV FREYA The silence that followed the monitors going dark was thick, heavy, almost too dense to draw breath through. Eighty metres down in living rock, the steady hum of geothermal generators sounded like the slow, deep heartbeat of some great beast sleeping far beneath the earth. Up above, the world as we knew it had bled out in less than six hours. The purple sky poured down acid rain laced with invisible spores that ate away the lungs of anyone who had not reached a sealed shelter; coastal cities burned in blind chaos — stray gunfire, car alarms no one switched off, and the first screams that no longer sounded human rising from the infected.

My primary purpose is to assist the host in surviving the approaching catastrophic event. Amanda's fingers tightened around the phone. “Apocalypse?” {Confirmed. A catastrophic global event will begin within thirty days. Your previous death occurred during the initial disaster sequence.} Amanda stopped breathing. “My death?” {Confirmed. The host's previous life ended during the catastrophe. Upon death, A.R.I.S. initiated emergency temporal recovery protocols.} Her face went pale. “You brought me back?” {Affirmative. The host has returned to a point thirty days before the recorded catastrophe.}

Sharon stared at him. "The original world?" Luna nodded. "The world before the first reset." Sharon looked at Alex. "What does that mean?" Alex slowly lowered his head. "The apocalypse wasn't the first disaster." Sharon waited. He continued. "Before the first timeline, humanity had already collapsed." Luna stepped closer. "Your rebirth system wasn't created to prevent the apocalypse." Sharon's heart stopped. "It was created to escape something worse." The room became silent. "What could be worse than the apocalypse?"

A faint blue screen floated right in front of my eyes: [Apocalypse Hoarding System Activated] [Countdown to Global Sub-Zero Event: 59 Days, 21 Hours, 59 Minutes] [Initial Spatial Storage Unlocked] [Current Task: Liquidate all non-essential assets and hoard maximum survival resources.]