Reborn Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

Once humanity was back, it marked the beginning of the countdown for the zombies and the apocalypse. Don't give humans even a moment to breathe. Because the instant they do, they'll turn the tide. Standing inside the command center, Hayley watched the city they had reclaimed, a smile spreading wider and wider across her face. They did it. They really did it! And they had done it just in time, before the third year of the apocalypse, before the full evolution of all zombies. Hayley had seized the critical early window and pulled off a stunning reversal of humanity's fate.

said her grandma. Leo helped Heather carry in her bag. Heather said the others could go in, she wanted to talk with Calia for a while. "I guess you were reborn too, huh?" Heather's question stunned Calia but she didn't show it outwardly. So this bitch was reborn? "You don't have to answer. I know you must plan to deal with us when the apocalypse arrives. But do you think I will let you live to even see it?" "You should worry about yourself first. Coz you're already doomed for hell regardless." Calia said before turning to head into the house.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

Dax said, standing over him, the gavel glowing with a soft, peaceful white light. Silas looked up, his scarred face twisted in a final, pathetic grin. "You think... you've won? You've just... deleted the only history you had. You're... nothing now. Just ghosts... in an empty world." "No," I said, walking up to stand beside Dax. I took his hand, our fingers interlacing, the sapphire heat between us stronger than any pre-programmed link. "We're the authors." Silas de-rezzed into a pile of gray ash, his consciousness finally purged from the High-Band. The obsidian monolith behind him began to dissolve, the dark clouds of the civil war parting to reveal the golden sun of the Reborn World once mo

She had seen enough in her first life to know that much. But this transformation had happened far too quickly. In her first life, the earliest changes had followed a pattern. There had been time to recognise the symptoms, time to move away, time to believe that knowing what came next might save you. She had built her preparations around those memories. Now, in a matter of minutes, the virus had done something she had never seen before. Evie had spent months preparing for an apocalypse she had already survived once. She had remembered the dates, the first symptoms, the mistakes people made, and the things that would eventually destroy entire settlements.

“From Maya Anderson” In my past life, I was treated like trash by my wealthy family simply for being born a girl. Trapped in the shadow of my arrogant brother, Martin, I died helpless when the apocalypse tore the world apart. Given a second chance, I woke up three years before the collapse. When my parents exiled me to my grandmother’s ruined mud house in the village to learn how to be a ‘dutiful housewife,’ I accepted willingly. For three years, I hardened my body with brutal labor and mastered ancient herbal remedies, the only cure for the upcoming flesh-rotting plague. Now, five days before the sky bleeds red, my family has returned. Not out of love, but to sell me off in mar

I said. “No. I am not.” Tobias laughed, thin and sad. “That is what I came to say. It is in the ash, miss. It is in the air. I think it came out of the ground. The harbor shelter started it. First one, then five, then fifty. They get sick, and they get cold, and they stop being people. And they come for whoever is warm.” “Then we will be ready,” said Lucan from the door. “You will not.” Tobias’s voice was very gentle. “I am sorry. I am sorry I brought it to your light.”

"Now, where's this famous unsalted potato mash? I want to see if Marcus really cooks as badly as you say!" "Oh, it's worse," Maya called out from across the yard, fanning away a cloud of smoke from Ethan's failed campfire. "It tastes like wet chalk!" "Wet chalk with tactical protein!" Marcus shouted back defensively. I chuckled, feeling the warm, steady surge of dark energy pulsing inside my chest. The world outside Base Alpha was falling apart, torn to shreds by mutated zombies and shifting climate horrors, but standing here in this loud, chaotic, ridiculous courtyard, surrounded by guns, fire, lightning, and laughter... for the first time since my rebirth, I felt like the apocalypse was ac

I stood near the shattered glass of the staging bay, my knuckles raw, my hands covered in gunpowder and dried blood. Phina walked up beside me, a white bandage taped over her cut cheekbone. She stared silently out at the smoking, ruined courtyard, her face drawn, pale, and unyielding. I turned my head and looked at her. The storm was over. The flood had receded. But as the smoke drifted quietly into the cold morning air, we both knew the truth. The apocalypse had officially changed from survival to war.