Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Cold fear gripped her as she quickly disconnected the call. Reality dawned on her: the apocalypse had happened, she had died, she had lost her babies, and someone or something had brought her back in time. "How did this happen?" Christy muttered under her breath. Suddenly a transparent floating board appeared in front of her eyes. Written boldly was: [SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.] [Host identified: Christiana Knox.] [Previous life terminated.] [Temporal reversal successful.] [Survival System initializing…] [Apocalypse Countdown: 57 Days.]

I stumbled toward the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked healthy. Her cheeks weren't hollow, her lips weren't cracked, and her skin had none of the scars I remembered. I touched my face. "No. This can't be happening." My phone lay beside my bed. I snatched it up, and the date on the screen made my fingers go cold. March 12, 2026. I checked the calendar on the wall. March 12. I knew this date. Three months later, on June 12, the first wave of attacks would hit our city. Within days, the power would fail, shops would be emptied, and people would begin killing one another over food and water.

The originally silent, dead town was instantly filled with a dense, chaotic chorus of shuffling footsteps, persistent coughing, and hushed, fearful conversations. Over the past few days of camping out in the wilderness, the high-grade evolutionary charcoal that Nerida routinely distributed had consistently proven to be more than sufficient for the entire main force to utilize. Ever since the apocalypse began, wildly overgrown mutated trees could be observed thriving everywhere across the ruined landscape. Coupled with the fact that the military base had completely cleared out all hazardous mutated flora within its immediate borders, standard timber resources had actually become surprisingly

**COLLAPSE WARNING LEVEL: RED. The room seemed to change around me. I had known for weeks that the Collapse was coming, but a red warning inside Project Ash was different from a private conviction built on memories no one else could verify. The system itself was reporting a serious escalation. Then a third line settled beneath it. **TIME REMAINING: 60 DAYS.**

Kara’s pov The body I had woken up in was healthy and young, but it was not ready. Five years of hard survival in the old timeline had left scars and strength that this version did not carry. I could walk across the city without trouble. I could not run two kilometers without my lungs burning and my legs turning heavy. That gap was a liability. When the world broke, the people who could move, carry, fight through exhaustion, and keep going would outlast the ones who folded early. I needed to close the gap before the red moon arrived.

Vivi paused, resting her hands on the steel edge of a shelf as she closed her eyes, remembering what had happened at this point in her past life. By this exact time back then, Rostia was already a hellscape. The earthquake had left countless people homeless. Buildings had collapsed, roads had been damaged, and survivors were wandering through the streets in search of somewhere safe to shelter. In her first timeline, after five days of struggle, she had been fortunate when she found Ward and Susan. She only survived the apocalypse because Ward had found a place where they could hide. It was a building whose basement had remained intact despite the earthquake.

In my past life, I was the loyal, dutiful wife. I paid for my husband’s career, funded his family’s luxury, and loved my best friend and her daughter like my own blood. My reward? An iron pipe to the back of my head when the Solar Rust hit—leaving me to bleed out while Sam, my best friend Madison, and his greedy family took my fortune and fled to safety. Now, I’ve woken up 30 days before the sky burns into metallic dust and extreme radiation. Guided by a ruthless cold System in my head, I’m not wasting a single second crying. While Sam thinks he’s playing me for my millions, I’m liquidating ancestral estates, building a top-secret underground fortress in Black-Stone Ridge, and freez

"You can't know that." "I can't prove it. But I checked the date." He turned back to her. "Eleven days from now, a research facility on Calder Island is going to lose containment. It isn't public yet. My company reviewed their security six weeks ago, and the numbers they gave me didn't add up. By my estimate, the first spread begins in twelve days. Now eleven. I couldn't get anyone to listen. Then I saw you buying water filters." The wind pushed a paper cup across the lot. Sharon found that she was holding the handkerchief so tightly her fingers had gone numb.

I heard her breathing unevenly. “Please, Elliot. I'm trying to help.” “Then help him accept reality.” I ended the call. No apology, No promise to reconsider and No mercy. For a few seconds, I remained still, listening to the quiet hum of the bunker ventilation system. Then I placed the tablet beside my laptop and returned to work. Edward could keep his pride. Claire could keep her wedding plans. I had a daughter to protect and the world was running out of time. My clock on my desk changed to 12:00 AM. A new day had begun. Six days until the outbreak reached the point where ordinary life would become impossible.

Torrential rain, tsunamis, toxic fog, extreme heat, extreme cold, earthquakes, insect plagues... One natural disaster followed another as society slowly crumbled. Food grew scarce, cruelty spread, and morality faded. How could humanity survive? In her previous life, Hannah Young died because of her friends’ and relatives’ schemes. With a second chance at life, she used her storage space to stockpile supplies around the world and went on looting sprees! Shiploads of seafood, mountains of fruit and staple foods, an entire port’s worth of shipping containers, a whole lake’s worth of fresh water... She filled her storage space to capacity again and again! Huh? Was there something unusual about h