Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"Can I help you?" The guy turned, looking a bit startled. He lowered his phone, his dark eyes blinking at her. "Oh. Hey. Sorry to bother you, I thought... wait, did someone move into this unit already?" "Yeah. Me. Just today," Scarlett said slowly. She stared at his face, and this weird, prickling sensation washed over her skin. It was like a sudden flash of déjà vu. She knew that jawline. She knew those messy dark curls. She had seen this guy somewhere in her past life, but her brain was scrambling, trying to pull the memory out from under two years of apocalypse trauma.

I knew this pattern. In my first life, the warnings had started like this, growing more serious every day while people continued to insist that everything would return to normal. I looked at the date on my phone. The apocalypse was approaching faster than I had expected. And my bunker wasn't finished yet.

I checked both directions before moving. The security lights were still blinking. I made it halfway across when my phone vibrated. An unknown number. I almost ignored it, but a message appeared before I could put the phone away. You saw it. My blood ran cold. A second message followed. Now you understand why your mother disappeared. I stared at the screen, my breathing turning shallow. Whoever was contacting me wasn’t merely watching my movements. They knew about the creature, the Moonwell, and my mother. They knew things I had only begun to understand myself.

“Not feelings. Not apologies. Facts.” Adrian was quiet for a moment, choosing. “In my previous life the first major public wave hit on Day 22. Government denial lasted another eight days after that. By Day 40 the cities were no longer recoverable. I survived until month six by building a convoy and making the hard arithmetic decisions. Your family reached my perimeter on Day 19. That is the only direct overlap I have with you. Everything else is sequential data, supply routes that failed, safe zones that collapsed, people who looked trustworthy until the food ran out.” Sera’s jaw tightened at the mention of Day 19, but she did not look away. “And now?”

—rain began pounding against the windows. Elena froze. In her memory, the end had started with rain on Easter. But that was still more than a week away. Why was it coming early this time? And it wasn't just drizzle—the downpour was heavy. Does the apocalypse start ahead of schedule? Panic washed over her. She had been calm ever since her rebirth because she knew what was coming and how to face it. The disasters were terrifying, yes, but she had already lived through them once. At least she thought she knew the order, the timing, and the way things would happen.

In her dream, there had been an announcement such as this one a month before the apocalypse. Everyone had looked forward to the summer where they could get the best tans but instead they’d gotten roasted instead. What does this mean? Violet mused, So it wasn’t a dream? Have I been…reborn? Violet’s nostrils flared with realization as she said those last words, her hands clenching around itself. More memories came rushing back to her. If it wasn’t a dream, then that must have been her past life. In her past life, the heat apocalypse had hit the world. Violet, her husband and his family had been plunged into despair, thoroughly unprepared for the doomsday.

I asked a nurse hurrying past us. "On the station, Doctor. Dr. Hayes has already been informed." Adrian stepped forward. "I'm here. Tell me what's happened." The nurse led us toward the nearest bed. "The first patient arrived about three hours ago with a high fever and persistent cough. Two more came in shortly afterward. The fourth arrived less than an hour ago." "Are they connected?" I asked. "Not that we've established. One patient recently returned from overseas, but the others haven't reported any common travel history."

Donna spent years believing the man who married her had saved her and her deaf brother from poverty. She was wrong. Michael never loved her, he only wanted her knowledge and used Donna's inventions to build his failing company into a powerful empire while taking credit for everything she created. He gave her just enough money to keep her brother alive and used that weakness to control her. Then Donna discovered his greatest secret. Her husband was sleeping with his stepsister, Angela. However, she endured their betrayal because she was afraid of losing the only person who mattered to her, but she never expected the world to end. When the flood came, Michael chose Angela and threw D

Whatever my father had been hiding, I would find out. Because one question frightened me more than the apocalypse itself. What had he discovered that made him start preparing for the end of the world, a year and a half before it came?

The Reclaimer System had just issued a new global diagnostic alert in bright red text across her vision: [Pathogenic Mutation Detected in Municipal Water Sector 4] [Infection Vector: Active] [Countdown to Zero Hour: 44 Days, 23 Hours, 59 Minutes] Scarlett walked over to her weapons bench, picked up a custom tactical sidearm, checked the loaded magazine with practiced efficiency, and holstered it smoothly at her waist. The preview of the apocalypse had arrived early. The weak were already freezing, the corrupt were already breaking, and the dead were preparing to rise.