Novel & Cerita Reborn Three Days Before The Apocalypse

"Tyler, please open the door! They're coming!" In my previous life, I gave my cheating boyfriend everything—my money, my home, and my trust. I even risked my life gathering medicine for him. But when zombies surrounded our shelter, he locked me outside and watched me die with my so-called best friend in his arms. Now, I've been reborn 24 days before the zombie apocalypse! This time, I'm keeping my money, securing my supplies, and awakening the mysterious dimensional space hidden inside the crystal necklace. Tyler thinks I'll still be his foolish, obedient girlfriend. Amber thinks she has won. What a joke! While they're busy planning their happy future, I'm preparing for the

"Your favourite coffee shop is only a few streets away. You used to stop there whenever you had an early appointment." "Maybe we can visit another day," Lucy replied. "For now, I think I'd rather go home and rest." "That's a good decision," Justin said. "You have enough time to rediscover everything. Nobody expects you to resume your old routine immediately." Lucy nodded, but her thoughts were already moving elsewhere. She needed money, supplies, information, and a safe place before the apocalypse began. She could not afford to spend weeks pretending to recover while the world moved toward disaster. Every day mattered, and Bryan's safety remained her greatest concern.

I died three years into the apocalypse. Betrayed by my fiancé and my own half-sister, I was thrown to the feral hounds as bait while they escaped with everything I had spent three years gathering. Then I opened my eyes… 30 days before the world ended. This time, I have a Spatial Storage Space with unlimited capacity. This time, I will drain my scumbag ex’s bank accounts, stockpile everything that matters, and build a fortress no one can breach. This time, everyone who betrayed me will pay. But when temperatures plummet and civilization collapses, the most dangerous man in the wasteland appears at my gates. Wesley Pierce. The ruthless Sovereign who rules the survivors wit

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

Fast, quiet, and very good at their jobs. Perfect. Now he could go keep Lisa company in jail. After seeing what happened to Ethan, the others no longer dared to come near me. They were afraid I would retaliate. Later, I heard that some of them took a gap year and applied again, but their confidence had been destroyed. Most of them never got into the schools they had once bragged about. Others went straight into work or ended up at schools they used to look down on. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore.

"We can't fight the sky, Ren. We can't shoot down satellites from the ground." "Three days," Torque muttered, staring at the empty sky. "We have three days until the world ends." Ren looked back at the Apex Spire. He thought about Kara working tirelessly in the Core. He thought about Maya and the baby she was carrying. He thought about the two thousand comatose players waking up in the hospital, finally free, only to be told they had three days to live. Ren gripped the strap of the Archangel sniper rifle. "They think they have the ultimate high ground," Ren said, his voice dropping into a deadly, calculating whisper. He turned to face his squad, his eyes burning with a terrifying new resolve

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.

"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

"Have you seen the news? The whole city is falling apart and no one knows what to do. Do you have any idea what's happening?" I looked at her, then at Maya, and I knew I couldn't hide the truth any longer. I couldn't keep pretending everything was normal. I needed them to trust me, to join us before it was too late. "I know what's happening." My voice stayed serious, steady. "I know because I've seen it before. I died in this apocalypse once. I was given a second chance to survive it." Sasha and Maya stared at me, shock and disbelief written across their faces, struggling to process what I'd just told them.