Reborn Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I was reborn and sent back to three weeks before the zombie virus outbreak. In my previous life, a zombie virus suddenly broke out in my city on Christmas Eve. The entire city collapsed within two days. I was an orphan. My parents had died in a car accident, and I used their compensation money to open a supermarket. Before the zombie virus spread completely, I built a makeshift shelter inside my supermarket. I took in Victoria Blake, a young woman I admired, out of kindness, but she ended up betraying me.

]⁠ ⁠[ONCE INJECTED, THE RECOVERING ZOMBIE MUST BE STORED IN CHAMBER 2 UNTIL FULL MUTATION REVERSAL IS COMPLETE. I stared at the floating interface, my brain struggling to process the absolute insanity of what I was reading. My blood... the key to ending the entire apocalypse?! I had spent days hoarding weapons, buying bulk ammo, and preparing to blast infected monsters into dust. Now, the System was telling me I held the ultimate cure in my veins—and I was built to heal them. "Wait a second," I demanded, narrowing my eyes at the screen. "What if I'm backed into a corner? Am I allowed to kill them at all?"

Instead, I held my own hands together, trying to stop them shaking. In my first life, the Northline wall had collapsed after the heat disasters began. Water had poured across the lower road, trapping vehicles and people who'd thought they could outrun it. I remembered the sound of someone beating on a car window. I had never learned whether they escaped. This wasn't that night, but the same road was breaking, and I couldn't convince my body of the difference. At the service station, floodlights lit the barricades. Daniel stood beside a parked ambulance, keeping his bruised shoulder close to his side. He was pale but upright. Adrian crossed the forecourt so fast that his brother barely had ti

"When someone carrying the critical genetic compatibility died during field testing in the wastelands, low‑orbit satellites and Genesis bunker pulse emitters directed a high‑intensity cellular reactivation burst precisely at that location. Forced rebirth at the cellular level... a biological reset designed to restore the subject with their memories intact, ready to fulfil the final phase of the protocol." The floor beneath my boots felt suddenly thin and brittle. I remembered that day, in the early years of the collapse, when Brandt's patrol had cornered me on the ridge above Bunker Beta and run me through with a poisoned bayonet. I remembered absolute darkness, the final, certain cold of de

The same cold, mechanical message repeated over and over into the dark afternoon: «"ATTENTION CIVILIAN POPULATION. A STATE OF EXTREME BIOLOGICAL EMERGENCY HAS BEEN DECLARED. REMAIN INSIDE YOUR RESIDENCES. SEAL ALL WINDOWS AND DOORS. DO NOT CONSUME TAP WATER. DO NOT APPROACH EXPOSED INDIVIDUALS. GOD BLESS OUR—"» I reached out and switched off the audio. Silence settled over the subterranean room, heavy and absolute. Outside, high above the reinforced concrete vault, the first true wave of the Red Rain began to fall in heavy, relentless sheets, washing away the old world and leaving only the dead, the mutated, and the prepared.

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

"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!" I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life. My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect. In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives. And how did they repay me? My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress. His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me. I died beli

Outside, the crowd slowly dispersed around the fallen tree. Evelyn looked at the camera feed one last time. She had survived by preparing for the apocalypse. Now she would have to survive the people adapting to it.

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'm trying to help. The strain is unstable. If I could just run some tests—" "Tests?" Harrison laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You want to run tests on a billion-dollar project after breaking into a secure facility like some kind of criminal?" "I wouldn't have to break in if you would listen to me!" Violet's voice cracked. "I've been trying to tell you. The outbreak is coming. We have less than two weeks now, and if we don't—" "There she goes again," Alicia said softly, her voice dripping with false concern. She turned to Harrison, placing a delicate hand on his arm. "The apocalypse. The zombies. The rebirth. It's the same story over and over."