Reborn Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

I stared at the screen. “What is that?” My father walked toward the door. “The time you have left.” “Until what?” He stopped. “The second apocalypse.” Then he looked back at me. “And this time, Emma, the world isn’t going to end.” He smiled. “You are.” The door slammed shut behind him. Marcus turned toward the screens. “Emma…” I stared at the countdown. Five hours. Fifty-nine minutes. And for the first time since I was reborn, I realized something terrifying. The apocalypse wasn’t coming for everyone. It was coming for me.

They were thrilled when the greater haunts paused because of me, seizing the chance my sacrifice gave them to flee without a backward glance. My awareness, my every sensation, did not fade until I was picked clean. I felt it all, every moment of being devoured. I saw with my own eyes my transformation from a person to mere fragments. However, who could have guessed that I, who had been tortured to death in the apocalypse, would find myself reborn a month before it all began? Staring at my whole, unharmed reflection, it all felt like a distant dream. I had to pinch myself, hard, before I could believe it: I was actually reborn!

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.

Still, when I looked at the horizon — at the storm clouds gathering again, black and heavy with death — I knew I couldn’t afford to stay weak. Ten days. That’s all I had. Ten days before the apocalypse hit full force. If Verdant Pulse was the weapon I needed to tip the balance… then I’d learn to wield it, no matter the cost. Even if it meant losing a part of who I used to be. ⸻ The Sanctuary thrummed quietly in the back of my mind as I stared at the gray sky. The world was still asleep, unaware of what was coming. But I wasn’t. I had seen it. I had died in it. And this time, when the dead rose again — I’d rise higher.

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

A cold, dark feeling settled in Scarlett's chest, followed by a slow, subtle smirk. They were going to buy as many stocks as they could. They were going to demand early access chips for the whole family. They thought they were buying their way into the future. In her past life, her parents had survived the initial outbreak by hiding behind their money and building a pathetic little camp, only to throw her baby into the mud to save themselves. They hadn't taken the chips into their body. But if they took those chips early this time around? ‘Go ahead’, Scarlett thought, watching Chloe laugh at something her father said. ‘Inject the whole family. I won't stop you.’ Honestly, he hoped that would

he ordered. Another explosion shook the entrance, followed by a metallic bang that echoed through the underground passage. My heart pounded as I rushed toward the security monitors. Ryan followed closely, while Alex, who had finally regained consciousness, stumbled after us with one hand pressed against his forehead. The exterior cameras showed several armed men standing near the concealed entrance. One of them carried a launcher, while another was pounding on the reinforced door with a metal bar. They were not infected. They were human beings who had apparently decided that the apocalypse gave them permission to become worse than the monsters outside.

The world outside had become a frozen nightmare, yet inside my house, people were still discussing food and asking questions as though life had not changed forever. I walked to the bed and sat down, staring at my hands. I had thought that returning to the past would make me stronger. I had believed that remembering my previous life would help me control my emotions and make better decisions. In some ways, it had. I had prepared my home, gathered supplies, and taken steps that I had never taken before the first apocalypse. But seeing Lucan and Mireya again was harder than I had expected.

[Item Detected: ORIGIN CRYSTAL] [Class: Unique — Function: System Evolution Core] [Absorbing it will advance Spatial Storage to Level 3 and unlock a second ability] [WARNING: Host 3 is seeking the same item] Sera understood at once. This was what her father had died for. This was why they had come in black cars with guns. "What is that?" Gideon's voice had gone very low behind her. "The reason the world might not end for me." She drew a long breath. "Or the reason it ends faster." From somewhere far above, a muffled boom shook the stairwell. "They've breached the plant door," Gideon said. He was already turning, checking the load in his pistol, rolling his shoulders like a man who had done t

TIME REMAINING: 71 HOURS. I felt a sudden lightness in my legs. Two kilograms gone instantly. The system was real, active, and guiding my every move. We walked into the living room. Agatha brought us cold water. I sat at the glass table with Daniel. "Daniel, listen to me," I said, leaning forward. "In less than seventy-two hours, on September 15th, yellow rain will fall from the sky. It is pure acid, engineered by Genesis Biotech. It will melt buildings and burn people alive."