Reborn Three Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

He clearly remembered that before he passed out of consciousness, No, rather before he died, there's a gunshot wound in his heart but now this place is beating regularly and calm. Wei Zhi Yin does not want to believe that he got reborn 13 years before he died but the facts proved that he is still alive now and he is still currently 16 years old. Today's date is July 9, 2041. And if he did not remember it correctly, the apocalypse will start one year and four months from now which is exactly 16 months later! At that time, the gunshot wound was unexpected and it should have been a superficial injury since his abilities are already strong and the wounds could heal itself but he never expected t

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

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.

Sharon couldn't breathe. Before her eyes were the words still hovering. YOU WERE NEVER BROUGHT BACK TO SURVIVE THE APOCALYPSE. YOU HAVE BEEN RETURNED TO FILL IN. She had believed that her rebirth was a gift, a second chance given to her so she could escape from the betrayal that had slain her and so survive the apocalypse that had destroyed the world, for 30 days. Now the system informed her that all she had been doing could have been a part of someone else's plan.

I carried the jade pendant back to the compound wrapped in the same careful silence that had settled over all of us since the facility collapsed behind us. Cassian's words kept circling through my mind the entire drive home: This isn't the first time the world has ended. The system's own message had confirmed something even stranger. Original Apocalypse Timeline: Invalid. Whatever I thought I understood about my own rebirth, about the strange gift that had carried me through the past several months, none of it felt solid anymore.

The part where she said sorry. *I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For every birthday I miss. Every bedtime story. Every scraped knee I won't be there to kiss better.* I made it to the end of that sentence. And then something inside my chest broke. ... I hadn't really cried since the snow. Since the door. Since Devlin's face in the window and Eris laughing and the teeth in my neck. Since my first life ended. When I woke up in my bed fourteen days before the apocalypse, I made myself a promise. The old Morana cried. The old Morana begged and trusted and believed and died. The new Morana didn't cry. The new Morana built walls and bought weapons and made people pay.

I checked both directions before moving. The security lights were still blinking. I made it halfway across when my phone vibrated. An unknown number. I almost ignored it, but a message appeared before I could put the phone away. You saw it. My blood ran cold. A second message followed. Now you understand why your mother disappeared. I stared at the screen, my breathing turning shallow. Whoever was contacting me wasn’t merely watching my movements. They knew about the creature, the Moonwell, and my mother. They knew things I had only begun to understand myself.

“Not feelings. Not apologies. Facts.” Adrian was quiet for a moment, choosing. “In my previous life the first major public wave hit on Day 22. Government denial lasted another eight days after that. By Day 40 the cities were no longer recoverable. I survived until month six by building a convoy and making the hard arithmetic decisions. Your family reached my perimeter on Day 19. That is the only direct overlap I have with you. Everything else is sequential data, supply routes that failed, safe zones that collapsed, people who looked trustworthy until the food ran out.” Sera’s jaw tightened at the mention of Day 19, but she did not look away. “And now?”

Something inside me went very still, like a pond after a stone sinks. “Yes,” I said slowly. “A bad dream.” “Well, hurry up. Mother wants breakfast, and she wants her eggs the way she likes them.” He winked and shut the door. I sat very still until his footsteps faded. Then I grabbed my phone from the table with shaking hands. The screen lit up. I read the date once, twice, three times. It was ninety days before the Sunless began.

If Lucian's father had already been infected, what else could be different? She stared at Lucian, her heart growing heavier. Was this another consequence of her rebirth? Or had the disaster always been capable of changing in ways she hadn't anticipated? Before she could say anything, Lucian suddenly reached for her hand and held it tightly. His expression had changed, and the sadness in his eyes was now mixed with something else. "I don't think we have up to ninety days.”