Reborn Before Doomsday Novels & Stories

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

The year was 2042, and the world was breathing for the first time in a century—but it was a ragged, fearful breath. The "Great Reboot" had dismantled the monopolies, and the "Pacific Protocol" had restored the soil, but a vacuum in power is a magnet for the extreme. In the absence of the Thorne-Vance ledger, a new philosophy had taken root in the scorched remains of the industrial centers. They called themselves Mercury, and their gospel was simple: To save the soul of the species, we must murder the machine.

Threw it hitting the third robot and knocking it over. "There are hundreds more behind them!" Aris gasped, her face covered in sweat. "Benson look at the screen! The signal from the coast... It is changing!" Benson looked at the monitor. The icon for PROJECT REBIRTH was flashing red. "Maya what is that?" Benson asked, out of breath. "What is Rebirth?" "It is a plan " the voice said. "It is a way to move the computer brain.... It needs a human body that is not connected to the Network. It needs a brain that's still 'wild' and natural."

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The realisation of what was happening hit me with full force; I had actually been REBORN. The reality was still so confusing that it was hard to grasp. After being burnt by the fire set up by Sophie and Logan, I got reborn, four years before my death. I was reborn four years before everything began to happen. I wasn't crippled, I wasn't vulnerable, I wasn't weak. Sophie’s perplexed expression only deepened as she watched me gaze around like a lost bride. I needed confirmation that this wasn’t some twisted dream. In a frantic gesture, I pinched her hand hard, bracing myself for any sign of illusion. But the sharp pain that followed was all too real.

The fact that he had even seen Eva surpass normal Drogar in a few ways had nagged at him. Perhaps he just didn’t want to believe something like that was possible. In the end, he had to relent. Szereth slumped into his seat as realization fully dawned on him. “Well, that just makes gods-damned sense, doesn’t it?” he said. “Ancestors from every species coming back from time to haunt the living.” “There goes captain grumpy again,” said Alevos. “Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?”

For the first time, we could let go of all our masks. I watched the fire and remembered the morning I was reborn. I woke up screaming the day after Grandpa’s funeral. Drenched in cold sweat. Everything in the dream had been so real—the zombies’ roars, my family’s betrayal, the final, desperate pain as Liam pushed me into the horde to save himself. But when I looked at the calendar, I realized something. I had been reborn. I was back before the game even started. The first person to confirm my suspicions was Chloe.

"Speak, Doctor." "They aren't the military anymore—not in any way the old world would recognize," Ethan explained, reaching out to tap the image of the nuclear supercarrier on the holographic glass. "During the second wave of the outbreak, when the airborne mutation strain swept through the coastal cities, roughly one in every hundred thousand survivors didn't turn into a corpse, and they didn't stay baseline human either. Their pineal glands and nervous systems mutated in tandem with the virus—just like yours did, my queen." Kaelen raised an eyebrow, glancing at Clara. "Elemental and spatial anomalies, the radio beacon said."

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.

The man in it was not. "Yeah," he said softly. "Appy Noodle. I miss that. I miss you. I haven't slept right since I walked out." She looked down at the notepad. Sunday, Sabrina knocks. In her mind, a heavy iron bar dropped across a door. It had never happened in this timeline. She heard it anyway. "I miss you too," she said. The lie slid out smooth and warm. That frightened her more than the nausea had. "Yeah?" His voice lifted. "Yeah? Wow. Okay. That's really good to hear."