Rewrite The Apocalypse Dream Novels & Stories

Three years into the apocalypse, my girlfriend, a captain of the Spark Sanctuary, kept me stuck living in the outer quarantine belt for 1,095 days. Every time I dragged my battered body to her with an entry pass in hand, she would put on a conflicted expression. "Shane, you're my boyfriend, so I have to avoid showing favoritism. These spots need to go to the families of fallen soldiers. Just wait a little longer. You don't have special abilities, so you're just regular muscle inside." I bought her excuses completely, turning right back around to risk my life fighting through swarms of infected. It wasn't until the day I accumulated my ninth entry pass, crawling back to find her while bur

"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.

Xavier asked. They couldn’t answer. The boy suddenly jerked in his mother’s arms. His eyes snapped open, they were no longer normal. I stumbled backward. “No…” i shook my head rapidly. “No. No, this isn’t right.” Xavier caught my arm. “Ashley?” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the boy, his tiny fingers suddenly curled into claws. The woman holding him screamed. And I knew, the apocalypse had just begun.

(SYSTEM NOTIFICATION) UNIQUE SKILL: IMMORTALITY Fatal damage has been reversed through reconstruction. Host status: Alive. Reconstruction: Complete. (WELCOME, JAKE ADRIAN.) He stared at it until the letters blurred. Then he reached out to touch it. His fingers went straight through. He waved his hand through it again. Nothing. "Okay," he whispered. "Either I'm losing my mind, or dying just made everything worse." The window vanished. Jake stayed crouched behind the counter, listening. Something scraped across the floor past the overturned tables. The chewing went on.

As 3iAtlas ignores all warnings and begins its descent into Earth's atmosphere, the entire human race realizes that an alien invasion is truly underway. Having anticipated this, I'm just about to take my girlfriend, Helena Cohen, to an official government shelter when her childhood friend, Damien Farley, intervenes. "Lena! The aliens are here! There won't be any fortifications that can hold against them!" he exclaims. "Listen to me! Let's go hide at the nearest Costgo instead. It's a membership-only place. The aliens don't have memberships, so they can't get in. It's the safest place on Earth!" I spit out the milk I was drinking, and to my horror, Helena nods in all seriousness. "Dam h

Ever since I was a child, I could enter the dreams of the people closest to me. However, I could only do it three times in my entire life. I used my first chance when I was ten. In my father's dream, I saw him holding another woman and telling her he had fallen out of love with my mother long ago. Heartbroken, I ran to tell my mother everything. Three months later, they divorced, and I moved in with her. I used my second chance at sixteen. In the dream, a wealthy man held my mother's hand and promised to marry her. He had only one condition: she could not bring along her unwanted baggage. He was referring to me. The next day, my mother left me $30,000 and disappeared without a trace

“Then, we’re both finished, might as well let the zombies eat us whole.” I shook at the thought of how I had died in my past life… no way!” I paced around the small room, trying to process everything. First the apocalypse, then the walkers, and now the cartel Apparently the universe wants me dead… my life had become a complete nightmare. “Since we’re both screwed, why don’t you help me find who stole those tubes?” I said finally. Adrian looked at me and scoffed. “We? I don’t think you understand that you’re more screwed, I’m only a collector.”

“I don’t care if you’re a god or the devil himself. Give me my second chance. I will drag every single one of them to hell myself.” [Selection Confirmed.] [Congratulations, Host! You have been successfully rewound to 29 days before the Glacial Apocalypse.] [Main Directive: Stockpile supplies, build your fortress, and avenge your previous death. Good luck!]

I remembered hearing rumors about those places in my first life. Draven had dismissed them as irrelevant, insisting that Blackthorn’s resources belonged to immediate survival, not distant problems. By the time we understood how serious the crisis was, it had been too late. The answers might have existed before the apocalypse even began. Kael watched me turn another page. “You recognize these locations.” I forced myself to look up. “I’ve heard of some of them.” “You don’t seem surprised by any of this.” “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been having dreams about what’s coming?”

“You heard me. Ask Vanessa to take care of her own emergencies.” She ended the call. Her hands trembled, but she did not regret it. She had thirty days to prepare, limited savings, and a future she could not afford to waste. Then a strange chime sounded inside her mind. **Survival Storage System initializing...** A second message appeared. **Initial storage capacity: 10 cubic meters.** Evelyn stared at the glowing words. A second chance. A chance to survive. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Nicole Mitch,” she whispered, “you should have killed me when you had the chance.” This time, she would live. And when the apocalypse came, he would discover what he had truly thrown away.