Novel & Cerita Reborn Three Days Before The Apocalypse

“The world is going to change, John. These infections are only the beginning. People will start mutating. Animals will change too. Some of the infected will become aggressive and lose control of themselves. Others will develop abilities. Eventually, there will be creatures that no longer resemble anything we know.” John remained silent. I continued. “I died during the first apocalypse. I was trapped inside a research facility after a mission went wrong. My boyfriend and my best friend left me there to die while they took an energy core that could save the world.” His jaw tightened slightly. “I was still pregnant at the time. They knew about the baby, but they still abandoned us. I remember d

"Then we have a much bigger problem." ~~~~ Three days. That was what I had thought I had left. But the apocalypse wasn't waiting for my timeline. It was already here, already inside my walls and I had just become the first line of defense.

“I did. But where are you going?” He chuckled again, reaching for his belt. “You must have forgotten that we’re in the middle of an apocalypse.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “I haven’t forgotten. I just woke up.” “Right.” He shook his head, still smiling. “I’m going out to see if there are any more survivors we can rescue. You said we have seven days before we completely lose daylight. This is day three.” My smile gradually faded as the reality of our situation settled in.“Alright, then. Let me get dressed. I’ll come with you.”

My thumb was already over the talk button. "My name is Marcus," he said, and he lifted his chin to the camera. "I worked for the people watching you, and I came back eighteen months before the cold." Behind me, Victor whispered that eighteen months was longer than anyone. Helen put her hand over her mouth. Serena only stared at the screen with a frown. "Don't open it," Elliot said, and his eyes did not leave the screen. "He's dangerous." His voice was low and tight. "You told me not to trust anyone who says they were reborn," I said. "That includes you." Elliot's jaw moved, but he didn't answer.

She had seen this exact nightmare unfold in her past life. The world was ending, just like she knew it would. Her mounted phone rang, displaying Tristan's name. She tapped the hands-free button on the steering wheel. "I'm listening." "Are you watching the news?" Tristan’s voice came through the speaker. "City defenses collapsed completely within the last two hours. The infected are pushing into the suburbs now. This whole situation is going to get ten times worse by nightfall." "I know," Felicity replied smoothly, keeping her eyes on the winding path ahead. "That's why we stay off the main roads and keep moving."

The woman in the circle looked at her for a long moment with an expression of weary and absolute contempt. She said that Joss knew very well who she was, because Joss had stood at her grave. She had been the eleventh Emilia Anderson, the last one the door had spared, and she had spent six years in a ruined world that Joss had built on a foundation of bones. She had come back through the seam in the sky because it was the only way left to reach the girl she used to be.

“What was that?” Bryan asked. “Uhmm, nothing. I'll call you later, if that is okay with you,” I stuttered a bit as I explained. “That's fine, later then.” I stared at my phone long after the call ended, five times the amount of medical supplies I had ordered. Why would anyone need something so much, if he did not know what was coming? The main reason I felt intrigued was the time the purchase came in, it was around the same time I was preparing for the apocalypse.

Sophie sat nearby, resting her injured leg on a cushion. Elena compared the dates. September 21: the man recovered near Blackridge. September 22: Lena Morrow's access was revoked. September 29: Lena was officially declared dead. October 12: Elena woke up three days before the apocalypse. October 15: the date she remembered the outbreak beginning in her previous life. The sequence looked deliberate, but she couldn't yet explain why. “What if Lena discovered the original carrier before the authorities did?” Elena asked. Adrian studied the papers.

She died on a pharmacy floor while her husband walked out with her supplies and her stepsister on his arm. Now Ione Calloway wakes up fourteen days before the dead rise, with a second chance, a forty-three million dollar secret, and a gift that lets her see who is already infected. Her ex wants her back. The people who betrayed her want her fortune. And the world is two weeks from ending. This time, she is not the one left behind.

​I shoved the heavy corpse off me, gasping for air, blood oozing from a deep scrape along my forearm. ​Derrick was on his knees beside me, his hands bloody, his chest heaving as he stared down at the twitching monster I had just killed. The icy wall of hatred and stubborn denial in his eyes had completely shattered, replaced by the horrifying, undeniable truth of the apocalypse. ​He looked up at me, his voice trembling as he reached out a shaking, grease-stained hand to help me up. ​"Evelyn..." Derrick choked out, the walls finally giving way. "What... what do we do now?"