Reborn Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“This shouldn’t be happening for months.” A distant siren wailed somewhere across the sleeping city. Caleb’s expression darkened. “Your return fractured the timeline.” The wind howled violently through the harbor. And then— “The apocalypse isn’t coming,” Caleb said quietly. “It’s bleeding into the present.”

He turned and walked out of the corridor, back to the surface where a newly born world was waiting to be served once more with a much more human recipe. They stepped out onto city streets now free of threats, yet filled with life beginning to wake from a long slumber. Bima realized that the apocalypse didn't end with a grand explosion, but with a bowl filled again and flavor returning to inhabit the soul. "Time for breakfast," Bima said, and for the first time in a very long while, he truly felt hungry.

She was not entirely back but given a chance to live once again, as someone else but with the same name as hers. Yes, as you have read. Your thinking was right. She reincarnated once again, given her endless dullest life in her past life a hope to make a new and meaningful light in the apocalypse. Apocalypse, even though it was very close to being too dull, at least she could predict who would stab her in the back for the reason of surviving in this cruel world. The Humans that live in this world where the apocalypse started a month ago have reasons to betray their close ones; Family, best friends, and even lovers. These three characteristics were often used to feed them into zombies to have

The pain of being dismembered was so precise, so unbearable, he could still feel it now. This was not a dream. Holding his head, he replayed the fifteen days of the apocalypse in his mind. They were too concrete, down to every second—especially the last moments. There was only one possibility. "I… I've been reborn." He fumbled for his phone. The date on the screen read March 1. The apocalypse had happened on June 1—he remembered it exactly because he had planned to take his son to an amusement park that day. They'd just stepped outside when the hail began; one ball hit him and the pain had made him question his life.

Tristan barked, pulling Felicity by the arm just as a creature leaped off the hood of a delivery van. The zombie crashed onto the pavement right where she had been standing a fraction of a second before. Felicity took advantage of the opening and brought her bat down like a sledgehammer directly onto the back of the creature's neck. CRACK! As the body went limp, Felicity caught a faint glow pulsing inside the broken skull. A tiny, crystal-like core sat embedded in the gray brain tissue, humming with faint energy. A crystal core! Her heart gave a sharp tug. In her past life, those cores were the ultimate currency, dense nodes of mutated energy used to power high-level domain functions and cra

A faint, strained smile appeared on his face. "If anyone had told me that my father would be infected, I wouldn't have believed it." His voice cracked slightly, and he lowered his gaze. Arya didn't know what to say. She had seen Lucian's father in her previous life. He had survived the early stages of the apocalypse, thanks to his family's wealth and resources. He was never supposed to become one of the infected. But now, everything is changing. The events she remembered were no longer unfolding exactly as they had before. If Lucian's father had already been infected, what else could be different?

My system's experience counter ticked up by one. Madison couldn't speak. "Just like your mutated friend," I said. "Once they're dead, they're dead." In the backseat, Reid nodded slowly. He was starting to accept the reality of killing them. "Really?" Madison asked, her voice trembling. But something felt off to me. The way that zombie had appeared was too strange. Maybe the apocalypse is speeding up. "Look at your phones!" Madison yelped, trying to distract herself. "How is this person's hand shooting sparks?!"

She had no idea what her mother had done to keep her safe or who she would have to become to keep her safe again. "Keep it where it is," I said. "And get ready." "For what?" I walked past him, toward the facility doors. "For whatever comes next." Two days left that was what I had thought I had left but the apocalypse was already here. The infected were already inside as the secrets were already surfacing. And the real battle was the one that would decide not just who survived but what kind of world would emerge from the ashes was just beginning. I carried my daughter through the doors of my facility, my mother and our loyal maid following behind. The lights hummed as the alarms beeped. The s

Within days, the power would fail, shops would be emptied, and people would begin killing one another over food and water. I remembered every terrible thing that followed because I had lived through it. I had watched the world collapse. I had lost everyone I trusted. I had died believing there was no way out. Yet somehow, I was back before it all began. I sank onto the bed, covering my mouth as tears filled my eyes. I didn't understand why this had happened, and I was frightened to believe it was real. But when I looked at the date again, one thought pushed through the confusion. I had another chance.

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.