Reborn Three Days Before The Apocalypse Novels & Stories

"I know what I'm about to say will sound unbelievable, but I hope that you can listen to me patiently till the end." I sat across from them before spilling the beans about my rebirth in a few broad strokes. "In three hours, the zombie outbreak will begin. I hope that we can survive the apocalypse this time as a family." My voice gradually became choked up. When I remembered the three solitary years I had spent in my previous life, all I could feel was pain and loneliness overwhelming me. The experience of being bitten to death in my previous life still haunted me. The pain of losing my family almost broke me down during the start of the apocalypse. This time, I would not let them leave me no

"What you should focus on is recovering. Do you have any family? Maybe I can help find them." I gave him my parents' names. As it turned out, they had learned about the zombie outbreak early on, gathered an enormous stockpile of supplies, and joined the base's upper ranks. They were thriving, busy consolidating their power in this new world—too busy to care about whether I was alive or dead. As for Oliver… I had a sneaking suspicion he, too, had been reborn and remembered his past life. Given a second chance, he was probably basking in Lina's presence, cherishing every moment with her.

You said he was created to save everyone. I was wrong. Aiden's tiny body floated higher. Golden light surrounded him. Every dead star in the distance began shining again. Then the first dead world appeared. It was beautiful. Buildings rebuilt themselves. Trees grew from ashes. Oceans returned to their beds. People appeared in the streets. They were confused. Frightened. Alive. A woman looked at her hands. I'm alive. A man fell to his knees. I died three hundred years ago. Another voice screamed:

Once humanity was back, it marked the beginning of the countdown for the zombies and the apocalypse. Don't give humans even a moment to breathe. Because the instant they do, they'll turn the tide. Standing inside the command center, Hayley watched the city they had reclaimed, a smile spreading wider and wider across her face. They did it. They really did it! And they had done it just in time, before the third year of the apocalypse, before the full evolution of all zombies. Hayley had seized the critical early window and pulled off a stunning reversal of humanity's fate.

"Now, where's this famous unsalted potato mash? I want to see if Marcus really cooks as badly as you say!" "Oh, it's worse," Maya called out from across the yard, fanning away a cloud of smoke from Ethan's failed campfire. "It tastes like wet chalk!" "Wet chalk with tactical protein!" Marcus shouted back defensively. I chuckled, feeling the warm, steady surge of dark energy pulsing inside my chest. The world outside Base Alpha was falling apart, torn to shreds by mutated zombies and shifting climate horrors, but standing here in this loud, chaotic, ridiculous courtyard, surrounded by guns, fire, lightning, and laughter... for the first time since my rebirth, I felt like the apocalypse was ac

I'm carrying the future of the world, and I don't know how to handle it. But I have Damon. I have my family. I have hope. And that's enough. --- The journey back to the bunker takes three days. Three days of walking through the wasteland, through the ruins, through the remains of a world that's still dying. Three days of fighting off Corrupted, of hiding from Collective patrols, of surviving on scraps and hope. Three days of watching my team struggle, of healing their wounds with my power, of feeling the god form hum beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.

"Can I help you?" The guy turned, looking a bit startled. He lowered his phone, his dark eyes blinking at her. "Oh. Hey. Sorry to bother you, I thought... wait, did someone move into this unit already?" "Yeah. Me. Just today," Scarlett said slowly. She stared at his face, and this weird, prickling sensation washed over her skin. It was like a sudden flash of déjà vu. She knew that jawline. She knew those messy dark curls. She had seen this guy somewhere in her past life, but her brain was scrambling, trying to pull the memory out from under two years of apocalypse trauma.

I watched him on the monitor without feeling much of anything. There had been a time when those words would have made me hesitate. Ethan knew how to bring up our past whenever he wanted me to feel guilty. He would remind me of our promises and the years we'd spent together until I started questioning myself. More often than not, I'd give in just to avoid another argument. But those memories no longer had the power to make me change my mind. I remembered what happened after the Red Rain. In the second month of the apocalypse, armed scavengers had broken into our refuge. Ethan had shoved me into the hallway to buy himself a few extra seconds to escape through the fire exit. Then he'd locked th

29/11/2025. My knees weakened, and I sank onto the sofa. “Zeph was right.” I had just thirteen days until the apocalypse. Three hundred and twelve hours to prepare. Why did my body have to betray me at the worst possible moment? I pressed my palms against my eyes, then forced myself to focus. No. I'd already died once. I wasn't going to waste my second chance. Besides, thirteen days was still better than nothing. First, I needed to get the money from Jake.