Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

The part where she said sorry. *I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For every birthday I miss. Every bedtime story. Every scraped knee I won't be there to kiss better.* I made it to the end of that sentence. And then something inside my chest broke. ... I hadn't really cried since the snow. Since the door. Since Devlin's face in the window and Eris laughing and the teeth in my neck. Since my first life ended. When I woke up in my bed fourteen days before the apocalypse, I made myself a promise. The old Morana cried. The old Morana begged and trusted and believed and died. The new Morana didn't cry. The new Morana built walls and bought weapons and made people pay.

“What was that?” Bryan asked. “Uhmm, nothing. I'll call you later, if that is okay with you,” I stuttered a bit as I explained. “That's fine, later then.” I stared at my phone long after the call ended, five times the amount of medical supplies I had ordered. Why would anyone need something so much, if he did not know what was coming? The main reason I felt intrigued was the time the purchase came in, it was around the same time I was preparing for the apocalypse.

Something inside me went very still, like a pond after a stone sinks. “Yes,” I said slowly. “A bad dream.” “Well, hurry up. Mother wants breakfast, and she wants her eggs the way she likes them.” He winked and shut the door. I sat very still until his footsteps faded. Then I grabbed my phone from the table with shaking hands. The screen lit up. I read the date once, twice, three times. It was ninety days before the Sunless began.

TIME REMAINING: 71 HOURS. I felt a sudden lightness in my legs. Two kilograms gone instantly. The system was real, active, and guiding my every move. We walked into the living room. Agatha brought us cold water. I sat at the glass table with Daniel. "Daniel, listen to me," I said, leaning forward. "In less than seventy-two hours, on September 15th, yellow rain will fall from the sky. It is pure acid, engineered by Genesis Biotech. It will melt buildings and burn people alive."

And now the water was rising ahead of schedule. I reached into my pocket and touched the small brass key. Locker 17. Whatever my father had hidden could wait no longer. I needed to find it. Because the disaster I remembered was already beginning to change. And this time, I wasn't sure sixty days would be enough.

] [PRIMORDIAL ANTIDOTE ALSO LOCKED UNTIL DAY ZERO] [TIME REMAINING UNTIL DAY ZERO: SIX HOURS.] A slow, dark smile pulled at my lips as I checked my watch and turned the key in the ignition. Six hours left. The bunker was ready. Every mission was complete. My survival was locked in. I glanced toward the city center in the distance, my eyes narrowing with cold satisfaction. “Six hours,” I whispered, a cold smile curling my lips. “Just enough time to visit Mavel and Ginger in their cell… and watch them rot before the zombies came.”

The bold white numbers burned into my vision with terrifying clarity: 48 HOURS. Only two days remaining before the apocalypse erupts, my mind screamed into the quiet. Two days before the sky turns blood-red, the dead rise, and human civilization collapses into pure, unadulterated madness. I walked over to the main power panel near the hallway and flipped the heavy breaker switch. Nothing. The light bulbs overhead remained dead, cold, and dark. The municipal grid had already failed. I tapped my phone again, searching for even a single bar of signal, but the screen displayed a cold, mocking No Service. Local networks were down. Emergency broadcasts were dead air. Communication had completely f

My supplies could last for months. Yet something still felt wrong. The outbreak had started far earlier than I expected. I checked the date on my phone again. Fifty-six days. That was how much time I should have had before the apocalypse began. But the world outside was already falling apart. Had my return changed the timeline? Or had I misunderstood what happened in my previous life? I closed the calendar. It didn't matter anymore. Whatever the reason, I couldn't afford to waste time wondering about it. I needed to survive the present.

M April 14th. The apocalypse hadn't started yet. The spatial rifts wouldn't tear open across the city until May 14th. Thirty days. I was back thirty days before the System activated, before the city collapsed into a bloodbath, and before Jonas Cole locked me out in the rain to die. A banner notification popped up across the top of my screen: JONAS COLE: Hey Serena, are you coming to the group study session at 2? We really need your notes for the business law midterm.

Then the screen flickered, and a second line scrolled up under the first, slow and cold. [WARNING: Timeline deviation detected.] [Cause: Host's actions.] [Apocalypse countdown adjusted: 30 days → 26 days.] I stopped breathing. Four days. In a single morning, I had lost four days of the world. And somewhere, far across the city, under a sky that was still perfectly blue, something started to change.